Soul Healer (Loki x Reader)

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A couple of days passed by, and all the recent happenings and the story Frigga had told you about your heritage started to sink in your mind. The implications would have been massive, for you, for Loki, for your friends/family. None could have denied that.

You actually had plenty of time to mull over everything because Loki didn't trust you to leave his suite, at least not until his Father would have cleared his opinion on you, but luckily the room was beyond comfortable and he supplied you with plenty of books to read and enough food to feed all the royal guard. He left you alone the less he could, and when he had to for his court's undertakings, you spotted he always left one of his holograms standing outside the door. Over-cautionary as always.

On the third day of permanence on Asgard, you had been finally allowed to leave the royal family wing to spend a lovely morning breakfast with Frigga.

She was still shaken and a little bit pale, but she greeted you warmly and thanked you plenty of times for your heroic intervention over the meal until you had to politely ask her to stop because you couldn't cringe anymore for something you would have done for anyone.

She was so sweet and friendly it was impossible not to like her. She told you plenty of stories of her children, and most of them made you laugh to the tears.

Frigga also walked you through Eir's entire history and you listened closely at each word of it, drinking all the details of the tale.

"Eir used to be compassionate and nurturing to every single living being she happened to know. I see much of her in you, Lady Y/N. She was also a passionate soul, so much that once she fell for the man who soon became her husband, she let her magic fade away choosing to spend a mortal, and thus happy life with him, rather than coming back here and...survive without the love of her life."

Your stomach turned knots as your eyes slightly wet, lowered on the teaspoon you were fidgeting with. You took a deep breath in and tried to repress the heavy sigh that followed.

"I think I understand her pretty much."

"What do you mean, my dear?"

"My life will be way shorter than Loki's one, I know, but as long I can spend my days with him, I will never regret a single hour of it," you told her bitterly, but honestly.

Frigga tilted her head and smiled at you most softly, looking over just like a mother can look a son or a daughter grew up and understand life is not always peachy.

"Do you love him?"

"Truly."

From the glance, Frigga gave you once you so resolutely replied, you instantly knew something had flashed in her mind.

"Well, I got something for you to see, then." She told you firmly, with a malicious smile worth of his younger son, summoning a small, battered book covered in runes, which landed flat right aside the tea set at your side of the table.

As you hesitantly opened the leather cover and had a quick look at the handwritten notes and scribbles on the first page, you immediately got what that was about. An electrical shiver run down from the back of your head down to your feet, giving you goosebumps.

Oh, if Loki was a trickster, there was a reason behind it: the witch of his mother.

*

"You did WHAT?!"

Loki's yell echoed all over the hall, making a bunch of maids bolt and whip their heads to you, him, and Thor, who were just out of the throne hall.

Before you could breathe another word, Loki gripped your upper arm and drag you along the wide corridor, shoved you into the first empty sitting room at hand, and locked the door behind. He almost slammed it on Thor's nose, but he had managed to slip into the room by a hair's breadth.