Servant of Jotunheim

Power

I have been here in the library for most of the day now and I am exhausted. There are almost too many books pertaining to the powerful magic of the light elves for me to read.

It would seem that I already have one gift, which is the ability to sense the aura surrounding an individual as the King had previously suspected.

I attempt to move a book on the table using magic, but my thoughts are too hectic after the past few days that I struggle to concentrate on the simplest of tasks.

Loki: "You are focusing too hard" I hear him say.

Me: "Or not hard enough. It would appear that I struggle to clear my mind".

Loki: "It is not about clearing the mind, it is simply focusing on the one thing that makes you calm".

Me: "What is your one thing?"

The King extends his reach and the book I had been previously attempting to move glides into his hand. I was envious of how effortless he made it seem.

Loki: "My mother's voice when she would sing to me as a child. Try finding that which makes you forget everything else".

He places the book back down onto the table and takes a step back. I reach out again, but cannot think of anything, which only serves to make me more frustrated.

The King takes a seat next to me as I slump further into my chair, feeling utterly defeated.

Me: "I am terrible at this" I sigh.

Loki: "You will get there in time. I had my mother to teach me magic from a young age, but you have to learn with an entirely blank slate".

I suppose he is correct. Learning magic as a stubborn adult rather than an open minded child would not be without its difficulties.

I smile at him reassuringly to show him I understand and he smiles back. He leans slightly, closing the gap between us and I find myself unable to escape his gaze.

Loki: "Valanya?"

Me: "Yes?"

Loki: "Look" he whispers and his eyes drift over to the side.

When I turn to find out what has caught his eye, I see a sight that astounds me. All of the books that were stacked on the table mere moments ago were now levitating in the air.

Me: "Are you doing this?" I ask in disbelief.

Loki: "That is all you. Now, try willing the book to come to you again".

I reach out towards the book I wanted and it makes it's way into my hand. I sigh with relief when all of the other books begin lowering back down slowly.

Loki: "You did it" he laughs.

I look back in his direction and see the gleeful look etched across his face, almost as if this had been a welcomed distraction from the past few days.

Me: "Thank you".

Loki: "For what?"

Me: "For being my one thing" I smile and lean in to place a delicate kiss upon his lips.

Our kiss quickly deepens as the emotions of everything that had occurred recently seemed to disappear in an instant, and all I can think about is how much I have longed for him, his touch, his kiss.

Loki: "I cannot do this" he declares as he abruptly pulls away.

Me: "Do what exactly?"

Loki: "Lose someone else I love. Not again".

Me: "You will not lose me".

Loki: "How am I to believe that as soon as you have all the answers you seek, you will not simply flee back to Midgard?"

Me: "I left a note for my friend before I returned here last night".

Loki: "What did it say?"

Me: "If home is where the heart is then I am home here with you and always will be. The note was to tell him that I will not be returning".

Loki: "You intend to stay?"

Me: "For as long as you will have me, my King" I smile and he kisses me once more.