Little Secrets

16

"You've been gone from my grasp my sister. I've missed you" Tugging at the ends of Lokis hair, I've felt the need of desperation with affection for some time. He pulls me into a hug placing his hand on the back of my head.

"My sister. Where had you gone? My twin sister, thank goodness you're back" he sighs.

"I was on earth" I whisper, my voice shudders. "I'm sorry, I had to escape this land. Asgard didn't feel like home, father hated me" I pull away as I explain, tears straining from my eyes.

"I have the feeling he doesn't like me either" he sighs wiping my tears. "But I'm quite fond of you my sister. And I'm happy you're back to me" he pushes the hair from my face to behind my ear.

"Loki..." I begin quietly, "I've lost a lot..." sobs  radiate through the hall.

"You look like you need sleep, and warmth" he sighs. "We still have your room" Barely visible, however you can see his smile.

"I'll tell father and he can talk to you tomorrow" Loki finishes helping me stand up. I don't reply, I just want to sleep.

"This place hasn't changed much" I whisper looking around at the golden walls as we walk through the corridor. The white pillars stand tall holding up the ceiling. "Yes, he doesn't really change anything around here. He doesn't even check on me. But Thor? Always" he sighs keeping me close to his side.

"And no matter what, you will always be checked on by me" Ge you, he strokes my hair as we reach a door which I see is quite similar to what I had as a child.

Cold air radiates from the door. But I open the door pushing it back. A gust of wind blew from my room almost knocking me back. Dust. Cobwebs.

"It's so dusty" I sigh.

"Yeah" Lokis tone is sad because he really hoped that he would be able to have me feel at home. "I got this" I chuckle. I wrap a purple glow of magic around my hand and blast it into the room. A blinding light slowly fades to show my new clean and appropriate room.

Shocked, Loki turns to me but he gives me a large broad smile. "I knew you were great" he chuckles.

"Get some sleep" he sighs gently pushing me into my room and closing my door. I'm home.

This feels safe.

No more war, no more pain. But there's nobody but the voice in my head.

There are moments when life tends to get frantic, we require a place that helps us to unwind and forget about our everyday responsibilities that havoc stress upon us. Everyone has a significant place they go to when life surprises them with twists and turns. My bedroom became my safe haven. An extraordinary place that enables me to deeply connect with my inner thoughts and a world that I can control.

When I arrive home from work I can feel a sense of relief come over me as I approach my bedroom. When he is home and I can just hug him. Feel safe.

Who is he?

Now, I'm home, on Asgard.

The walls are a color of an overcast sky which install tranquility to my surroundings. The smell of a sweet cranberry pear bellini candle engulfs the room. On the left side of my room, I stumble upon my lively lime green papasan chair that sits between my large closet that is currently full of green and gold attired clothes.

A place that may slowly become my refuge throughout days or years. My bedroom holds objects that are very precious to me. Every picture hanging up in the walls of my room remind me of a distinct joyful moment in my life with a person that means so much to me. I took them from my memories and then changed my reality so they're here with me. I watch the little bamboo that my mother gave to me grow exponentially each and every week. I can connect with my inner thoughts when I am in my room, I establish a sense of peace within my mind as I lay in my bed, and think about every aspect within my life.

There are occasions when life gets challenging for me and I realize that there is no solution for my problems and I go to my bedroom and think things out thoroughly in order to go make life easier.

When I enter my bedroom I am at peace within and without myself. The smell of my burning cranberry pear bellini candle soothes me and deeply allows me to forget about every responsibility that I have.

The sound of the water splashing and traveling down each tier pot of my fountain cancels out the sounds of my crazy home. A glimpse of the acorn tree and the other things that nature has to offer bring me abundant peace.

People go away for a luxurious vacation to their favorite place in order to escape their stressful life because their problems may be too big to handle and others choose to find a place at home that can be just as luxurious as a tropical getaway.

My special place is enclosed within four grey walls and hold objects and materials that are symbolic to my life. My bedroom gives me the opportunity to express myself and contributes a state of peace that I find essential in my life. There isn't any one thing that my bedroom doesn't allow me to do.

I lay comfortable in my bed, with my tears trembling down my face to my pillow, what happened to my life?

I've been lost for years.

I didn't even know, but things are picking back up. Everything is slowly coming back.

Every slap that I was given. Every touch someone gave.

Where has my life gone?

Suddenly, I'm interrupted by a vigorous knock at the door. "Annie? Sweetie?" It's Loki. His voice seems concerned. "Come in" I choke out.

Without a second thought, he bursts through the door and instantly hugs me. "I could sense you were hurt." He whispers, my head on his shoulder with his head on the back of my head.

"Loki, I've lost my life. I don't know what to do with my life anymore" I sob.

He sighs deeply. "I'm sorry." He gently pushes me so I can look at him. "Thor is actually getting to be king tomorrow so, will you be joining the coronation?" He asks.

Looking down at my hands, picking at my fingers I think. "Yeah" I state looking back at up at him. "Can I stand by you?" I ask.

He nods. "Of course" he kisses my forehead then stands up. "Get some sleep" he waves then exits my room.

Silence overcomes me.

This is my life now?

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