Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 40 - Y/n

I ran up to the cloud and threw my hands through it, like I was giving it a high five. The smoke scattered and then began reforming. I gave it another high five and it reformed.

Another...

Reforming...

Another...

Reforming...

Another...

This time it dispelled completely and reformed fifty yards away from me. I ran up to it again and gave it a few more slaps, forcing it to change it's place again, this time, out of my visual field. I searched around for it, jumping up and around the debris.

"Come on, I know who you are anyway. Let's stop with this hide and seek, hmm?" I called out with hand on my stomach. It was strange but now that Shuaya was gone for good, I was at a lot more ease. My thoughts flowed easily and I was feeling chatty. But my stomach was feeling weird and my throat was burning. Maybe it's the dead atmosphere, I thought and continued on my search.

I entered the cave wherein once I had come to know about a life changing truth, a life changing reality about myself. A huge crack in the roof now allowed light to filter inside so the cave didn't feel as dark as before. The cloud was still nowhere to be seen.

A chilly voice broke all the silence and mystery of the space, "What have you done?"

I turned around, quick as light, and saw the frame of the Goddess that was supposedly dead. Whose very soul powered me. It was her. The one whom I had met in these very caves not too long ago.

"You were the cloud afterall." I say, easily ignoring her question.

She nodded her head in a 'yes' with a grim face. I had the sudden sense that she would remain so until I replied to her question first.

"What have I done?" I ask, because to be fair I wasn't sure which part she was horrified about: me destroying Yaana alongwith every soul in it, me returning to this planet, me being able to use my magic fully, me betraying Loki to be here, me taking apart Shuaya before killing him? I mean there is plenty to be concerned about if you really wanna know the answer to the 'what have you done' question.

My question only made her mad. Her form raised above the ground and she brought her palms together, bringing them alive with silver magic. Once again, her absolutely powerful aura had me stumped and instead of thinking about what I might have done wrong to cause such anger or how can I escape her fury, I was admiring her grace and valour like a dumbstruck tosser.

"You killed my son."

"What?!" I screamed and ducked for cover because she had decided to go absolutely feral on me, and given the situation, I don't blame her either.

But she had a son? I mean not to be judgemental and all but I had understood that she died...young. Young enough to not have been able to even have a partner let alone kids. But then again, Gods and their myths are entirely a different kind of timeline physics.

I ran around the cave, dodging her attacks and fighting this unsettling feeling in my stomach. I had killed her son, but who exactly was he? For all I know, he could be a common person.

Her voice shook me again, "And the worst part? He thought he deserved to die!"

I was still running around, ducking and hiding because come on, I still wanted to live. Oh wait, while we're on the topic, what for though? I shook my head, now is not the time to discuss about that.

"And you were the one who made him feel like he deserved it!" She screeched further.

Okay, seriously now, who is this 'he' who thought he deserved to die? Although, given the kind of general state we all are in, I can't say I would've felt any different.

From the sounds of how she talked about this certain him, it seemed to me like I've personally gone over the toil of taking away the life of her son. But the only person I've ever-

No bloody way.

Shuaya? Hell no. I ain't believing that. Like it simply doesn't add. Or so I wanted to believe because she is the only reason why I was able to get something that resembled to revenge. And I was grateful for that. So this, is simply not how I want to say my thanks.

As much as I was having a hard time believing that, my stomach was giving me an even harder time. I don't know why but it's been acting up and I hated every moment of it. Because when physical discomforts happen, they distract you and prevent you from thinking rationally. Like the thought of using my magic just never occured to me while I was running like a rat myself.

"Shuaya had to die, but he needn't believe that he deserved it!"

There it is. She dropped the bomb. My feet came to a halt right in front of her elevated frame. I really had done that. I literally crushed her soul and obtained magic only to thank her in this way – killing her son.

I realized that by coming to a halt in this position, I was precisely in her firing line and she should've had no problem finishing me off.

Except she didn't.

All of her anger, all of her disappointment was directed at me yet her attacks were directed away from me. None of the fireballs actually ever hit me, they all went past me. And it looked like she was struggling with all she had to specifically not hit me.

But why does she hate me? I mean come on, why does every single being whom I meet with either wants me dead or wants me enslaved? It's getting ridiculous now. And even if the answer is as obvious as the fact that I was responsible for the death of her son, it didn't seem like from her tone that that was exactly why. On top of that, if she hated me now, finishing me off seemed too easy at this point; so the question is, why isn't she?

Coming back to reality which was this intense moment where I was trying to stand as still as a statue while an ancient and dead Goddess used me as her punching bag.

She kept on rambling things like, 'I need you' and 'how did you even manage to manipulate him?' and while all of this was a high adrenaline moment, my stomach was still acting up. I had ruled out period cramps long ago. So then it could be the nerves and anxiety and the shock, and I dearly prayed that it wouldn't get worse than the little physical discomfort, but the way my stomach rumbled, I knew it wouldn't just stop at that. I pressed my palms against my stomach, hoping that the feeling would go away.

She finally stopped, probably exhausted from the constant use of her magic. A thousand questions plagued my mind that I wanted to ask her, that I wanted know the answer to; although I wasn't so sure that she'd actually answer me. But I needed to ask nonetheless, so I began with the most important one, the one that had been bugging me from the very beginning.

"Why do you need me?"

"Huh?" She scrunched up her face, as if she was not able to hear me.

"Why do you need me? You said that when you were, you know, trying to miss me." I moved my hands in a circular wave, trying to dispel the awkwardness that usually accompanies when you point out the fault of someone.

Surprisingly, she was back to her calm and serene self. The one who offered nothing but love and understanding. She fluttered her eyes as if she hadn't just acted like a mad maniac hell bent on killing me. Her voice came smooth and easy.

"Why dear? I need your body."