Heart of Stone [On Hold]

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"Loki, what scheme are you planning now?" (y/n) narrows her brows at the slightly anxious prince who had hidden them both from prying eyes with his magic while he dragged the girl to the Bifrost. Well not necessarily dragged, more like Loki's horse taking them to the Bifrost.

"No scheme, we are going on what Midgardians call, a vacation." even (y/n) knew Loki was lying, it was too obvious to her and she was concerned as to why he had to lie to her.

"You and I both know that was a lie and a terrible one at that." The god of lies says nothing as he and the human stop at the entrance of the Bifrost, both jumping down from the horse before (y/n) runs to greet her favourite all-knowing seer. "Heimdall! I missed you-you're not Heimdall." the girl physically showed disappointment when she saw a short stubby balded man who looked completely out of place.

"My King!" The baldy man bows towards Loki as he walked in.

"Open the-"

"-what did you do with Heimdall?" (y/n) asks, a brow raised at the frozen God who ignored her. "Loki." she presses as he asks this short man to open the Bifrost for him. "Where is he?" Loki shudders from the furious tone in his love's voice, slightly worried about what she would do. She may be human now but he knew never to enrage or anger her.

"Do you have it?" The short man nods to Loki, passing him a familiar-looking sheathed sword after struggling to drag it across the floor.

"Wait, is that Mörker?" the obvious unworthy man passed the sword to (y/n) but she made no move to take hold of it. "Why is it here?" she frowns, remembering how her friendly steel companion had casted her unworthy to wield it, its weight crushing her if she tried to move it from beside her bedroom door. "Loki, what is going on?" he made no move to respond.

"M'lady, if you could please..." the short man was struggling profusely to hold the sword up.

"You know I can't." (y/n) sighs and Loki frowns seeing his love doubt herself. Where was the confident woman that mesmerised him?

"Just try." Loki says, catching a glimpse of a red lightning flicker across (y/n)'s fingertips. "I have reason to believe that Mörker will accept you again." his love looks at the sword, unsure but moves to take the handle. She was hesitant but takes hold of it when sudden red lightning crackled down her arm and over the sword. (y/n) gasps from the sudden surge of power that felts so familiar to her, that felt so protective when she lifts Mörker from it's sheath with ease. It was featherlight in her hands once more.

"How-!?" (y/n) takes a step back, an excited chuckle seeing that Mörker greeted her like an old friend as it dissolved into liquid metal and dance over her arms but with the addition of this new power from the Aether. The metal and red lightning traveled across her arms and formed into the familiar metal limbs that rained fields in blood.

"Whatever energy the Aether had left behind in your body acts as a conduit for your human body to morph with Morker like it once used to." Loki smiles after his explanation, seeing his love be more complete with her steel companion knowing she was devasted of not wielding it. In a sense, there was a sort of relief knowing that she had protection too.

"I can't believe it!" (y/n) grins as the metal travelled back over one arm and morphed into it's original single sword form before sheathing it in its leather.

"I still have one more surprise for you my love." Loki says, using his flowers excited state and take her to stand in front of the open portal. "Take my hand." (y/n) raises a brow with a cheeky grin but takes hold of Loki's hand, him squeezing hers and holding her close as the Bifrost teleports them to his destination of choice.