Loki Shorts

Just to Make You Smile

You had been an orphan in Asgard until at five, a couple had come in and the wife had picked you up and introduced you to her husband. They took you home and you had a happy life for 7 years until she became ill and died. Your adopted father was sent into a depression and he took his pain and anger out on you. At first he always had you doing things around the house, making you little more than a servant. This eventually became physical and verbal abuse and fear kept you silent.

With your father being a war hero and a member of the Asgardian "justice" system, you had always been in close quarters with the princes. Since you were little the youngest prince always seemed to go out of his way to make you smile, and to this day was one of the biggest things that kept you going. He was always pranking everyone, but he noticed that you laughed hardest when the pranks were directed at your adopted father. As a result, your father was the deserved victim of the majority of Loki's antics. From freezing his shoes to the ground to putting snakes by his goblet and making them disappear when he screamed to make him look mad.

Now you sit at the palace and start the wait for a yet another trial to end. At 18 this life is getting really old, but your father keeps you too busy at home to have a chance at independence. Before you can open your book Loki sits next to you.

"My prince." You nod your head in a small bow.

"Can we drop the formalities? We've known eachother since we were children."

"Yes, of course." You look down.

"I'm sorry, its just that when you call me by my title it makes me feel like we're strangers and I don't want that." You look up at him and he offers a small smile. You can't believe that this beautiful prince is actually interested in you. He sighs when you just sit there quietly. "So what did you bring to read today?"

"Same thing I've been bringing for the past week. This is the only chance I get to read for fun."

"So what is it?"

You try to think of a title but nothing but the smutty book in your hands is coming to mind. He studies you and suddenly the book is in his hands.

"Loki give it back!" You lunge for it but he holds it out of reach and you almost fall in his lap in the process. With his long arms it's way too easy for him to keep it out of your reach.

"Why are you so secretive about it?"

"It's none of your business."

"Is it a diary?"

You decide to run with it. You sit back. "Yes. It's really personal."

He looks at you. "Fine if it means that much to you." He gives it back. "But don't try to lie to the god of lies again."

You take the book and look down. The one person who has never been condescending with you just made you feel smaller than an ant. You wonder if it had been easier to just let him read it. He gets up and leaves without another word. As you watch him leave you try to convince yourself that he's just being an entitled jerk. It doesn't work. You hold your book to your chest and cry. You hate crying, you always have. In the orphanage and then your adopted father always told you it was weak but sometimes everything became too much and you snapped. Like right now. You were too busy crying to hear Loki's footsteps pause or to see him turn around and come back. You didn't notice until someone sat next to you and placed a gentle hand on your thigh.

"I'm sorry for whatever I've done to contribute to this." He said quietly.

It took you a while but you eventually calmed down. "I would've been able to handle it but things have been building for so long and that was all it took to make me snap. Thank you for apologising though. You could've easily kept walking."