Mirabella Odinsdottir

18- Last word

I sat with my legs dangling across the edge of the wall. Everyone was feasting and celebrating and I despised them all for it. What was there to celebrate? A dead Prince? An entire race that had almost been destroyed? The bifrost completely and utterly smashed beyond the imagination leaving everyone stuck here?

I could not sit there and listen to the tales that would be shared over good food, drink and laughter whilst everyone pretended that nothing was amiss. So here I sat with my eyes closed and my legs dangling over the edge. That was until a firm hand placed itself on my right shoulder, I was so lost in thought I hadn't even noticed anyone walk up to me.

Before thinking or realising I grabbed whoever's hand it was placing my left hand on top of their wrist while keeping a firm grip and pulled them so that their hand was now just over my knees and I placed my right hand underneath their elbow ready to snap their arm if necessary. "Mira! It's me!" Thor shouted, I immediately jumped up from where I was sitting and let go of his arm.

I now stood opposite him and just stared not quite knowing what to say. "It's fine sister, come"

Normally I would have offered a snarky comment about just how easy it would have been to snap his arm but I wasn't in the mood, I hadn't been for weeks to be perfectly honest. Not since Loki's death. So I kept my mouth shut and simply followed my brother.

That was until I noticed the fact we were walking up to Father. I glared up at Thor but he simply stared ahead and smirked. Thor stopped on his right side and I on his left.

"You'll be a wise King" Father stated, still looking across Asgard

"There will never be a wiser King than you" All I could think in my head was, 'Look ahead, don't say anything. Look ahead, don't say anything'

"Or a better Father" I snorted, I truly couldn't help it. Father sighed and turned around to me, "Is there something you should like to say daughter?"

"There is but I prefer my head sitting on my neck than in a basket" I replied, ice coating my words. We both stared at each other, Father's eyes flicked across my face but I made sure not to let the faintest trace of emotion leak out from my features. Thor looked between to two of us and continued, "I have much to learn, I know that now. Someday perhaps, I shall make you proud"

"You've already made me proud" I watched as Father looked at Thor, he was right, he had made Odin proud and his face displayed nothing but pride. He then patted Thor on the shoulder and walked off. I turned my head to face Asgard.

Yet again my eyes glossed over no doubt gleaming in the low Asgardian light. This was what killed Loki, Father always being so proud of his golden haired golden child whilst forgetting completely about the two of us.

We were raised and taught to think that praise off of the most powerful man in the nine realms is what our lives were for, to earn that was our only purpose. And if we failed at that, we had failed as people. As we grew it became clear with every passing day that neither of us would ever get it though. Loki had died trying to earn it, and yet Odin still couldn't see what he had done. He couldn't see that he had killed him years ago.

He could have the sight of Heimdall and yet he would still be blind to it. No matter how hard I could try now, I would never see Father look at me with same adoration he looked at Thor with.

I despised Odin with every inch of my being, that much had been clear for years, yet why did this still bother me? It did not matter how much I told myself I didn't need that praise to live, it still killed me inside. But why? My brain understood the logic perfectly but my heart would not listen. This pain in my chest would not listen.

"Did you mean what you said sister?" My brother's question had caught me completely off guard, "When I said what exactly?"

"Back on Midguard after Dr. Selvig picked us up, before you ran off, did you mean what you said?" Before Dr. Selvig picked us up, what on Asgard was he on about?

Loki. That's what he was on about, before Loki took me back home he would have had to keep illusion me going. But apparently Thor hadn't stopped talking as he continued, "I thought I lost you sister" He choked out.

Now when I say I truly couldn't help it I couldn't. I truly couldn't help but snort and laugh at him. "Brother that wasn't me, I was, escorted, back home after you were falsely informed that Father was dead" I was careful not to mention Loki directly, I knew if I mentioned him by name the tears that were receding back into seemingly nothingness would spill out onto my face.

I looked over towards Thor who was still trying to put the pieces together, "What did Loki's illusion of me say brother?"

He let out a deep sigh and stated, "You told me that it was all my fault, which it was, you told me how you had despised me growing up, how nothing I could say would fix the years between us"

Then something rather unexpected happened. I flung myself into my brother's side, just as I always had with Loki. I felt my brother stiffen under me until he awkwardly patted my shoulder, "Brother, that was Loki's illusion, that was not me, nor would I ever had said that"

After that there was a comfortable silence until Thor broke it again, "So does that mean.." I knew where that was going so I pulled out of his side and cut him off, "Do not push you luck brother" I said with a chuckle.

After that I began walking back to my chambers, clearly there was no point in joining the ridiculous feast. "Well it was worth a try" Thor mumbled, however I wasn't quite out of ear shot yet, "No it wasn't!" I shouted back as I walked away and chuckled to myself.

At least I had the last word, I imagine Loki would've been happy with that.

A/N- Hi! First movie down and I'm still incredibly ill, yay me! Smell the sarcasm? First off, apologies for these last two chapters being so short, they were both really heavy chapters to write so I just thought to keep it short and sweet. (Well sort of) From here I think I'll move onto the avengers and maybe add some more wholesome childhood scenes here and there. Also I really can't say it enough thank you for reading, I'm aware I'm not the best writer so it really means a lot

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Ps. OH MY FUCKING GOD MY HEART JUST SKIPPED A BEAT, I ONLY JUST SAW THE RANKINGS OF MY WRITING AND JESUS THANK YOU! I honestly cannot say thank you enough I started writing this just to be a little escape for me and didn't think I'd actually get a ranking or anything like that and just wow