The Lady of Darkness (Loki x OC)

Chapter 23

After an hour of remaining in my chamber, I finally found the strength to stand up. I slipped on the necklace Loki gave me, kissing it softly before I left my bedroom. I truly felt numb inside. Soft whispers of the events that took place recently filled my ears as I walked the cold dead halls of the palace. The only whispers I heard were of the Malekith's attack, Thor's triumph of protecting Midgard, the loss of the Queen, and Thor giving up the throne.

No one spoke of how Loki saved Thor from Kurse. No one spoke of the sacrifice that Loki did to protect Thor. Without Loki's death, Thor wouldn't be alive.

Even with the series of topics that some of the people could choose, I somehow was also part of the gossip category. Those who chose to talk about me spoke of how I had a jealous rage that caused me to attack Thor and his mortal. They said that Thor chose the mortal to be his queen and when he told me, I attacked him, destroying parts of the castle as well. Even though that's not the truth of what happened, some chose to believe it. No one spoke about how he pranced and kissed the mortal around all of Asgard while we were still engaged. They also said that Thor was the one who ended the engagement when it was actually me.

All that I have done through the years meant nothing to these people. It was clear to me now that I was truly only worth something as long as I had ties to the royal family. The moment things went astray, I was nothing.

And now, all I wanted to do was get far away.

I walked towards the vault but stopped. I wanted to leave Asgard—leave this life behind. I didn't feel guilty about the Staff being unattended. I knew Odin would be able to find someone he could trust to look after the Staff once I was gone. I just needed to be away. I have given my life and dedication to Asgard and for what? For the people to treat me in such a disrespectful manner? There was only so much I could handle and I've had enough.

When I entered the vault, my mind reflected back on the day of Thor's coronation. I remembered Thor's arrogance towards the Frost Giants' attack and the way Loki kept me close when Thor was lashing out at his father for not siding with him about starting a war with the Jotuns. I walked towards the casket, thinking about Loki being the son of Laufey. I turned away from the casket and looked at the tesseract. With the power of the tesseract, I would be able to teleport wherever I needed to go. A small smile formed when I thought about how the tesseract was the last thing Loki used. It would be almost poetic for me to take it because it was the last thing he touched.

A soft chill in the air made the hairs on the back of my neck rise up. I also felt a strange presence that was near me, but when I turned around, I saw nothing. The feeling surrounded me, but it somehow didn't feel as cold anymore, it almost felt warm and tender. I didn't understand what it was, but I didn't want it to go away. Taking a step forward, the feeling grew stronger—more inviting. It was as though I was being pulled. With every step I took, a sense of relief washed over me. It was almost blissful.

A strange glowing light appeared in the middle of the room. Cautiously, I stepped towards the light to figure out what it was. The strange light continued to levitate above the ground. Hesitantly, I reached out and touched the light. The light flashed brightly but remained in its place. My finger tingled as I felt this strange sensation run through my veins.

"What are you?" I uttered softly.

'Peace,' a soft calm voice spoke.

I frowned, "Peace? What do you mean?"

'I will bring peace to your heart, give you the solace that you need to keep thriving. Your heart is full of pain. I weep for the torment that you're going through. A woman, so strong, so kind, should never have to go through such despair.'