Beyla ~ (Loki)

34.

FIVE YEARS LATER

Thor and I averted to the new home of Asguard. The two of us live in a small house together as a family does. His focus holds strong up to the late hour of the night while I spend that time reading spellbook after spellbook. Thor's gotten fat and I've grown pale. Neither of us sees the sunlight. Only when he gets a shipment of beer and I get a shipment of new mystic art spell books do we leave the house and allow the sun to beat down on our frames.

I open my door, the stench of old pizza and spilled beer attacks me. I rub my eyes, swiping the tiredness away. "Go, go, go! No use the shotgun! NO!" Thor screams as they lose another attempt of their game. "Well, you know what? I've got a sister who can beat your ass. Yeah! Go on and cry!" I stand in the doorway with a flat smile. "Are you torturing children again?" Korg nods while taking the controller.

Thor brings me into his stinky arms, "Sister! You've come out of your room!" I slam the book in the trash before turning back to return to my dark chamber, but Thor grabs my arm. "Why don't you stay out here? You're pale. Get some light." I flick a piece of his crusted beard away, "And you should go shower." He shakes his head, "Can't. Waiting on the cable guy."

I walk back down the hall slamming my door shut. The walls have nothing on them, my vines that once invested the walls now lay limply on the wooden floor. I open my hand attempting to conjure my bees, but to no luck. Seems I have run out of magic, or I simply could care less.

Would he want me to do this? Search endless books from the arts? Spend my life devoted to getting him back? He would love it. Want nothing more, but for me to obsess over him, but is it the right thing for me?

What is there left for me to do? I serve no purpose but to clean up Loki's mess. Without him, what am I to do day by day? This life... it feels empty now.

The front door opens softly. "Hello? Anyone home?" I open my door looking through the crack that bleeds into my bedroom.

"Hello? Thor? Beyla? You two home?" I open my door seeing Rocket and Bruce at our home. "What are you guys doing here?" before they can answer Thor butts in, burping as he asks, "Are you here about the cable?" He walks into view and their jaw drops. Thor, who is shirtless, has put on more than a couple of pounds since they saw him last. "BOYS! Oh my God! It's so to see you!" Thor cuddles Rocket into his stomach, "Come here, you little rascal!" Rocket struggles to get out of his grip, "No, I'm good. I'm good. That's not necessary." I walk into the living room leaning up against the wall.

Bruce smiles at me, making me tilt my head, "You're not smashing stuff right now." He nods, "Yeah, I had a bit of an experiment go right you could say." "Is that what you're calling it?" He huffs a single laugh, "It's good to see you, Beyla. You look good." I laugh shaking my head, "Don't do that." "Do what?" "Whatever you're trying to do. Make me feel better? Let's just settle this where it is. What'd you come here for?"

Bruce waves to Korg and Mink on the couch. "Hey guys, long time no see." Korg nods while not missing a beat on Fortnite. "Beer's on the bucket. Feel free to log on to the Wi-Fi. No password. Thor, he's back. The kid on the TV that called me a dickhead again."

"Oh my gods." I slam my hand over my eyes. Thor glares at the TV as if it were an enemy. He growls the username. "NoobMaster." Korg nods as he passes Thor the headset, "Yeah, NoobMaster69 called me a dickhead."

"NoobMaster. Hey, it's Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, buddy. If you don't log off this game immediately, I'm gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR BUTT! Oh, that's right, go cry to your father, you little weasel!" Thor tosses the headset back to Korg. "Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?" Korg nods with a smile, "Thank you very much. I will."