Servant of Jotunheim

Magic

We reach the King's chambers shortly afterwards where he proceeds to throw me down onto the bed before storming back out and slamming the door.

Only now do I realise that he had indeed locked the door with magic from the other side so I cannot leave.

Me: "Let me out!"

Loki: "If you truly wish to come outside, all you have to do is use your magic to unlock the door".

Me: "You know I cannot do that".

Loki: "So you expect to put yourself in harms way without the knowledge of basic magic or any weapons training at your disposal? A marvellous plan, my dear".

Me: "I despise you!"

Loki: "If you continue to behave like a reckless pubescent, then I shall leave you in there until after the celebration if that is what you would prefer?"

I was too angry to attempt a civilised conversation with him so I remain silent and sit back down on the bed.

He soon knocks quietly on the door.

Loki: "I apologise for my methods, Valanya. I simply do not wish for any harm to come you".

After approaching the door once more, I place my hand against it, hoping that he is doing the same on the other side. I can strongly sense all of his worries and fears.

Only then do I begin to truly understand how terrifying the idea of losing me must be to him after only recently losing his mother.

Me: "I understand".

The thick wooden door I lay my hand upon begins to break. A large fracture appears, splitting it clean down the middle with the cracking sound ringing out through the room.

With one gentle push, the two halves of the door separate and collapse to ground outwardly, revealing the King's expression of utter shock.

Loki: "How did you do that?"

Me: "I...I did not mean to" I panic.

Loki: "It is alright, I can easily repair it" he laughs.

Me: "Well my methods may be in need of perfecting, but I did unlock the door, did I not?"

Loki: "That you did".

Once inside his chambers, he effortlessly repairs the door with a few waves of his hand and the green magic that emanates from his fingertips.

Loki: "Now, shall we try something different?" he smirks.

Me: "Such as?"

Loki: "I want you to get angry, Valanya" he instructs coldly.

Me: "Angry about what?"

Loki: "Whatever it is that that you hate the most?"

Me: "I do not hate anything".

Loki: "It does not anger you that your father murdered your mother so cruelly in front of your innocent eyes?"

Me: "I fail to see what it is that you hope to accomplish with this".

Loki: "We shall see. Perhaps it angers you that you were too young, small and weak to save her?"

Me: "That is enough, Loki".

Loki: "Or that those frost giants beat you because they believed you to be an abomination?"

Me: "I am not!"

Loki: "If it were not for my intervention, you would be on Jotunheim at this very second being used as nothing more than a plaything for Helbindi to fuck".

I quickly take my leave of him, no longer wishing to hear more.

Hearing only the sound of my own heart beating, I find myself in the wooded area outside the palace where I had practiced dancing with Ruth and Sara many times before.

My thoughts are continually inundated with the King's words.

"Small, weak, abomination".

No, that is not me, not anymore. I had grown into something else, someone else during my time here and I was no longer afraid.

"Small, weak, abomination".

Me: "Stop it!" I scream as I clench either side of my head, trying to rid myself of my negative thoughts.

Something was happening inside of me that was completely beyond my control, almost feeling as though I may burst at any moment.

I focus on the King and his green eyes when a sense of peace washes over me, yet I still feel something inside desperately yearning to be set free.

Loki: "Valanya!?" I hear the King call out far off in the distance while he searches for me.

The woods around me become more visible, illuminated by a bright light seemingly coming from an unknown source.

When I look down, I realise that the source of the light is coming from inside of me, deep within my chest where my heart would be.

I somehow compel the magic within me to shift, and as the light in my chest slowly begins to dim, my fingertips now glisten with the same pure white light.

I dispel the light from my hands in a sudden powerful surge, the magic bursts outwardly before flowing like waves through the trees in every direction.

Loki: "Valanya!" I hear him call to me once more as I fall down to my knees.

I see him coming through the trees and running to my side while I attempt to catch my breath. Whatever that was had drained me to the point of exhaustion.

Loki: "I am sorry. I should not have said those hurtful things" he cries and holds me close.

Me: "It was love" I utter.

Loki: "What was?"

Me: "The magic I have stems from love".

Loki: "Where did the light come from?"

Me: "My heart. I was thinking of you when it happened and earlier when I broke the door".

Loki: "My mother was right. All you need is love to make you strong".