Out of reach • A Loki fanfiction

Chapter 52 - Loss

Both Harald and Frode unlikely knew what The Warlock's Eye was capable of. They were aware of its existence, seeing they were partially involved in the meetings revolving around its theft. Frode had been questioned, to make sure he had nothing to do with the robbery, seeing he had no strong alibi on that day. Harald and Vera were with Loki on the day of the annual hunt. So they had been safe from the start. Though right now, none of that mattered.

Morgun wanted to change her fate, and now Harald and Frode visibly figured out what that meant. With her dark magic calling the enchantment to life, she could actually form this world in any she'd like it to be. Hel, she could make adjustments to every single realm. Seemingly having figured out how to, Morgun only had to cast her spell.

"What will you do?" Frode stepped forward, taking a protective stance in front of his children next to Loki. "Wiggle our asses with that voodoo craft out of our own homes? Make us beg for scraps on the streets? Reverse the roles?"

"Oh, no. I wouldn't dare. In my ideal world, there is no conflict. And I hate to admit it, but this house has always done The West here right. So, no. You won't lose your pedestal. But I'll take the strings and you'll do as told."

"Please." He felt himself being out of options. He couldn't offer her anything, couldn't threaten her with consequences... He could only plea. "Please just... leave my family alone. Brynn made mistakes, but my children did not. Blame me if you must, but don't take revenge on innocents."

"You don't get it, do you? This isn't revenge, this is justice. Now, keeping a son I understand. But for Vera—a daughter, late born—to live this life while I was out there rotting in the sun?!" Her finger jutted out to point over Frode's shoulder, right in between Vera's eyes. "Gods, you should feel so guilty."

"You leave her alone." Loki's voice vibrated in rage, balling his fists in nothing else but anger.

"Or what?" She raided her brows. "She took my life. She took my blood." Placing both her palms on the gold of the Eye in front of her, she leaned forward to look Vera back in the eyes. "How dare you take my blood."

That had Vera realise that all those years on the streets made some strings detached inside her head. "Morgun... You need help."

"Actually, I've been doing just fine on my own. Year after year dreaming of what life could be, living like Vanaheim's Princess, until finally taking my own future. And it was all done by me."

"So that's what you want?" Frode asked. "Rule Vanaheim?"

"No, ruling never truly spoke to me. Living in a castle, though, doesn't sound too bad. And I got to tell you that you were quite my inspiration, Vera." Again, giving her attention seemed almost addicting to her. "Being a hero and all does seem to have its benefits. To be cheered on by two races, loved by twice as many people coming from two realms. Now that is a perfect picture."

"No." Loki's hands were back to being lit up with green, to which Morgun stood back up right. "This has been going on for far too long."

He threw her a blast of seidr, making Harald grab on to his sister, and Frode stumble back in reflex. But it did nothing. Instead, Morgun seemed to be pretty amused as she blocked the blast with the dark magic that circled around her hand. And then the smile that grew on her face when Loki threw her a dagger, which she stopped mid air to turn into plain dust.

This was a mess. This was all such a mess.

"You have no idea how long I could go on for..." She gave him a wink, and a stare any person would run from. "...dear future husband."

But then again, mess could always get messier.

"If you touch him with even one finger, you won't be capable of moving any muscle any longer at all." Vera almost pushed Loki to the side, with a sudden letter opener in hand she hadn't even noticed she had grabbed from the couch's side table.