Loki, my darling

XXV

We then just laid there, together, listened to each other's breathing and the ocean waves calmly climbing to the shore over and over again. It was peaceful and I really wished I could have enjoyed that but my mind hadn't calmed, the battle in there was violent as ever. I let out a sigh, and moved my head to Loki's chest, to feel his heartbeat and the warmth of his skin. "What's on your mind, Dear?" he asked, gently playing with a few strands of my hair. "Way too many things.." I said, looking at him, "There's like a battle inside my head," "I know what that feels like," he replied, "mind if I take a look?" I shook my head, I had nothing to hide from him, and maybe he could help me make sense of some of these thoughts. He placed his palm on my face, and I felt my thoughts all being visible to him. He seemed serious, maybe a bit worried, I was somehow finding it hard to read that face. After all, I couldn't read his mind the way he had just read mine with a touch. "We will be okay," he said, "You just need some rest, from the thoughts mainly. You've been through a lot too, you know, especially within the past week." That was true, the going through a lot part at least, within days my life had been turned upside down not just once but several times. That takes a toll on you. I hoped he was right about the us being okay part too. I gave him a nod and as genuine a smile as I could, "Thank you, Loki," I said. This was a thank you for so many things he'd done and brought to my life, he was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was grateful he came to my room that one night I had knocked over the chair. And the night I had texted him. I was grateful he saw me as me but didn't focus on the flaws. I was grateful he had let himself fall for me the same way I had let myself fall for him. And for so much more. He sat up and pulled me closer, "It was all my pleasure," he gently whispered, he had read all the things I was grateful for just from my gaze.

He then got up, without letting go of me, so suddenly I found myself being carried closer to the sea. "Right," he said, "enough of the deep stuff for now," he said, with a mischievous smirk on his face. "Loki, what are you doing?" I asked, although I think I already knew. He was already in the water, the waves climbing over his knees, and he was going to throw me in like the god of mischief he was. He chuckled. "No, no, noo... Loki, no," I said, but he had already made the decision. He gave me a quick kiss and whispered, "Sorry, love," and let go of me. But he wasn't the only one with tricks up his sleeves, and so I let the air carry me instead of him, keeping me floating above the water. I looked at his face, he was taken aback, this was not what he had planned. But sometimes plans backfire and so the kind of smirk he had had now grew onto my face as I made the ocean water squirt right to his face. I laughed, the look on his face was priceless, but even without that kind of power he wasn't going to go down without a fight and splashed the water onto my air-cloud using his hands. I had been busy laughing and was not ready for it, the startle took away my focus for a second, and the air no longer held me up, I splashed right into the water. Now Loki was the one laughing. And so the water fight we had for the next at least an hour began.

Once we were completely soaked and exhausted it was time to find our way to the small abandoned house I knew was in the middle of the island. We walked through the forest, my hand in his, it felt nice, peaceful. The forest was beautiful too, there were flowers and different trees that had fruits growing on them, and the narrow grassy road to the house, which you could tell hadn't been used in years. And then there it was, the small wooden building that you could tell was old, but it was gonna have to work. At least we were safe in here.

When we stepped in the door it was a mess, the walls were moldy and chipping, any furniture there was seemed to be broken, there was trash, dust, and even shards of glass everywhere. "I guess we have some cleaning up to do before we can nestle ourselves..." I sighed and looked at Loki. He seemed to be less worried and said, "Let me," after which, on the fly, he turned the house into a cozy place to be, furniture all fixed and no dirt, mold, or anything like that anywhere. I guess there was a good reason he was called the greatest sorcerer of Asgard, he reminded me a bit of Frigga at that moment. I smiled at him. "What?" he asked, confused by this smile, different from my usual. "Frigga would be proud," I said, and his face dropped, then a sad but grateful smile appeared and I could tell he was fighting back tears, "Thank you," he said. I pulled him closer and wrapped myself around him. When I let go again I gazed into his eyes and went on, "Well it's true, believe me, I know, I am apparently connected to every soul through the stone, I can feel it," "Let her know I love her and that I'm sorry, if you can," "She knows, and she was never mad at you, none of it was ever your fault," Loki smiled, tears now running down his face, but he wasn't sad, well maybe a little, but mostly he was happy that his mother had forgiven him, that she still loved him, that he could, through me, be in a way connected to her again. After all, before me, Frigga was the only one who had ever really shown Loki any love, she was the only one who had believed in him all these years, who noticed when he wasn't himself. Frigga was also the first person to ever show kindness to me.