Always and Forever | Loki Laufeyson

Kapittel (41) Førtien ~ The Good Doctor

After Loki and I's wedding, everything went back to normal like I hoped.

Well, kind of.

Frigga and Odin went back to their travels, planning on ending their tour of the Nine Realms, and I think were now in Midgard, which was their last stop.

Thor went back to find out all that was happening with the Infinity Stones and why so many of them have been out.

And the Avengers, well. They went back to whatever they were doing on Midgard.

Loki and I have continued to pose as King and Queen of Asgard, but I'm pretty sure most of the people have figured out who is really on the throne.

Especially since Loki made a play about his "death" in the Dark World and put up a giant gold statue of him in the middle of the city.

Speaking of which, Loki and I were watching his little play now. I sat beside him on a large couch while Loki lay back in his own, servant girls surrounding him and feeding him grapes and pouring him his wine.

Honestly, I want to slap him sometimes.

They had just gotten to my favorite part of the play (when Loki dies and the play is close to ending) when a familiar voice spoke out in the distance.

"Father." Thor nodded, making a now-standing Loki quickly turn to him while I spun around in my seat. "Mother."

"Oh, shit," Loki mumbled into his chalice. "Uh, my song, Thor, has returned! Greetings, my boy."

"Do you think you could help me out a bit here?" Loki asked as he sat back down.

"Hello, darling." I smiled at Thor, making him smile back.

"Hello, Mother."

"Not what I meant." Loki hissed.

"It's an interesting play. What's it called?" Thor asked, walking up beside Loki's chair.

"The Tragedy of Loki of Asgard. The people wanted to commemorate him."

"Yes, and it truly is tragic," I mumbled, making Loki glare at me.

"Ah, indeed they should." Thor nodded, not having heard me.

"I like the statue. A lot better looking than he actually looks, though. A little less weaselly, less greasy, maybe." He said making me cough back a laugh as Loki glared at the two of us. "Do you know what this is?" Thor held up a horned skull.

"Oh, the Skull of Surtur. That's a formidable weapon!"

"Do me a favor. Lock this away in a vault, so it doesn't turn into a giant monster and destroy the whole planet." Thor handed the weapon over to some guards.

Loki stood from his seat again as Thor walked towards the stage, handing over his wine to one of the servants. "Thank you, dear. Um... So it's back to Midgard for you, is it?"

"Nope." Thor casually stated as he flipped Mjölnir up in the air. "You know, I've been having this recurring dream lately. Every night, I see Asgard fall into ruins."

"That's just a silly dream, signs of an overactive imagination."

"Odin." I hissed, making both men glance back at me.

"Possibly. But then I decided to go out there and investigate. And what do I find, but the Nine Realms completely in chaos. Enemies of Asgard assembling, plotting our demise, all while you, Odin, the protector of those Nine Realms, are sitting here in your bathrobe, eating grapes."