Odin's Little Devil// Loki

Longing

"Nyx..."

"No," she was quick to counter as she sat up from her plush mattress. "I'm tired of hearing how shady and vindictive Loki is to people. I don't understand why people blame him for being mischievous, he the damn God of Mischief for Odin's sake. He isn't who everything thinks he is and I'm tired of being the only one to see underneath all that attention-seeking." she expressed passionately.

"Nyx, I adore Loki," Thor admitted softly, his brows falling and his jaw unclenched.

Nyx stared back at him with realization. "I'm sorry, this isn't about you, I didn't mean to scold you like that."

"No, it's fine," Thor assured. "I'm sure there's a lot more you'd like to get off your chest after being silent for over two weeks."

Nyx shook her head, her yes falling to the cloth of her bedspread. "I've been silent a lot longer than that." she admitted, not wanting to admit to it. "I'll be okay though, and that's what's important right?"

Thor looked back at her with furrowed brows withholding a whole lot of sympathy for his sister. "I'm not going to stab you in the back. Unless you have any more secrets, I think I've proven my loyalty?"

Nyx shot him a soft smile, then nodded her head. "I trust you, Brother. I just don't want to burden you with this, being King can't be easy on it's own."

"You will never be a burden, and I'm not King."

"Yet."

Thor smiled tenderly. He exhaled lowly before reaching out and taking Nyx into his arms. She didn't tend to enjoy hugs, but as of a late, she needed a few, and he brother's were near the top. She gladly pulled him closer and smiled into his breast. "Thank you do not giving up on me. After everything..."

Thor felt quite overwhelmed with his feelings but smiled through the tinge of pain stabbing the back of his eyes and closing in on his throat. "Always. I'll be there whenever you need me, Sister."

***

By the time night had fallen and the stars strung high above Asgardwhile the party on the ground floor filled the air with laughter and music, Nyx found her mind reaching to faraway lands with open arms. She couldn't stop reaching, not until his skin went flush with her own.

She was bound sat upright in bed, drapes of blankets wrapped loosely around her shoulders and lap as she focused primarily on his being. If she reached for anything so shallow as his face or sly smirk, she'd never get any further than the BiFrost. She needed to take herself out of her body and fish for his soul. It was much more intimate and celestial than most people thought.

She sought his existence until her head grew fuzzy with drowsiness and tire. Her eyes opened as she resulted with nothing. She touched the silk of her sheets between her thumb and index finger to try and feel him again. She craved being with him and regretted taking those moments with him for granted.

She then began thinking about what she would say to him when she did finally see him. She wondered if it were possible to hate someone just as much as you loved them. She wanted to breathe him in, to taste him on the tip of her tongue until he swelled in her mouth like a sweet syrup, she wanted to feel the soft hairs on his arms, and hear the soft resonance of his voice so quietly beside her ear.

Then another part of her wanted to impale him with the sharpest of knives and make him pay for the lies and deception. She wanted to scream at him until her lungs went dry and her voice coarse. She wanted to make him understand what kind of pain she felt after losing him, then even worse, feeling the betrayal of his silence.

She loved him. It was complicated; he was complicated. Their entire relationship was complicated. She wanted to wrap her hands around his throat and kiss him. She didn't know what to expect. She didn't know if she could even imagine what to expect with him.