Sincerely, Your Love

Chapter 5 - Run to the Gardens

(a/n: I've almost given up on this story, luckily I have a few more chapters finished so I might get back to writing it, but I do have up to chapter 9 and like half of 10 finished. I know I kept saying I wouldn't give up on this one but I did, I'm suddenly feeling like I could continue writing it but who knows. Sorry, yall probably don't want to read this long ass a/n but yeah.)

Three days.

It has been three days since Loki kissed me, and I have not seen him once. That has been on purpose; I've changed my whole schedule so that we're never near each other.

That initial night after was rough, I'm ok now; but crumpling a paper leaves it's marks.

This morning I was told that Odin has called to meet with me. What could be so important as to call me for a private meeting, I'm not sure.

I'm rather mono fanatic today. I've chosen an orange dress, similar to my hair, which is simply brushed; I'd rather not try on my appearance today.

I walk down the golden hallways, passing the shift changing guards. I am quick to appear in the throne room; Odin in front of me.

"Aloes, I have called upon you because I've seen a difference in both you and Loki, and the fact that you two aren't ever together recently." Dear gods, why did Odin have to notice? "Care to explain?" I really would rather not, honestly.

"I'm not sure that it would be appropriate for me to say. Ask Loki, if he's not open to sharing then I won't." Frigga may be my mother; but Odin is not my father.

"Very well then. You can return to as you were."

I leave, nearing tears. I've lost my best friend; to a kiss. And for the first time, I just want to go back to Vanaheim; go back to my sister. Maybe my duties will distract my thoughts from the loss of my best friend.

I march back into the throne room and ask to leave.

"Why would you want to leave? Whatever Loki has done couldn't be that bad. You two have always fixed any of your problems without a hitch. What has that boy done to you?" Odin's voice is full of concern; which is new.

"As I've said before, I don't wish to tell you that at this time." In truth, it's more that you don't know how to tell him that Loki kissed me.

"You're not leaving Asgard without a truly valid reason, and the only way to see if I deem it caked is by telling me; so either tell me if you're staying." Odins frustrated now; we both are. Odin's frustration brings him anger; mine brings me to the brink of tears. Again.

Instead of responding, I just storm out of the room, not wanting Odin to see me cry; to see me weak.

I'm rushing down the halls, just trying to get to my room as quickly as possible, with no interruptions so that I can just cry in my own room. In my own peace.

I do get interrupted; by bumping into something solid; not as solid as gold, but as solid as a person.

"Alora," I know that voice all too well.

Loki.

I don't want to talk to him right now, not ever again; so I try to just ignore him and walk away. He grabs my wrist, stopping me from leaving. The walk had effort so him pulling me back, rebounding me into his chest; again.

"Alora, we need to talk," desperation ringing in his voice

"N-no we don't, you-you just want to talk to me, but I sure as hell don't want to talk to you," I'm avoiding eye contact by trying to free myself from his grasp. Hitting his hand, trying to squirm free. Ridding myself of my breath. I give up, trying to catch my breath, staring at the ground.

His hand reaches my jaw as he tings my head to look at him in the eye. His eyes are glazed with tears, begging to be let out. He's desperately searching me for forgiveness, but I'm not breaking.

I force a snarky smirk onto my face, trying to show strength that isn't there; I teleport myself to my room.

"Alora!" Loki roars in anger. He's just down the hall and he is loud.

He's going to check my room first so I have to leave, I'm not talking to him.

I learned how to use my seider from the best, Frigga, but I'm not allowed to use it in Vanaheim, so it's never my first thought, but it definitely comes in handy when you're trying to run from someone.

I catch my breath just as the door handle starts rattling;he's here. I take a deep breath and teleport myself to the gardens. The sudden bright sun blinding me. My hand shoots up to block the sun from my view.

I wander the gardens for a while, Loki still hasn't found me, so by now the whole royal guard is probably searching for me; but I don't care. I need to be on my own for a little while.

Loki's POV

Alora disappeared a little over an hour ago, and I'm in a panic. She wasn't in her room, or the art room, or any other room for that matter. She may be strong, but her seider doesn't have enough practice to get her far.

I'm worried, so worried. I haven't seen her since our kiss and when I run into her, she's a mess, on the verge of tears. I need to find her and fast; and there's only one place that she would go that I haven't checked.

The gardens.

I swiftly make my way down to ten gardens, frantically looking for her. I search ever nook and cranny and then I see ber. On a bench, asleep. I go over to her, careful not to wake her.

I pick her up, and carry her to her room. She seems to now have had the best day so I'll let her rest, but I need to talk to ner. Tell her why I said what I said. I don't really regret it, not one bit, but my father would not be balky. At least he probably wouldn't be. When Thor goes around white his harlot's father berates him for ignorance, and immaturity; but I just couldn't resist her.

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