Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 55 - Y/n

I was pissed because according to me, there were no "crimes" to be forgotten. What I had done, was in my defence. It was to protect myself from further harm, and for my mental peace.

When they saw that the scowl from my face didn't vanish, Heimdall added, "Or you can go back to Midgard. Whatever pleases you."

What would please me is if you people stop calling my actions of self-defence a "crime". What would please me is if you apologise to me.

Out of all the things I wanted to say, I scoffed and turned around towards my room. Before any decision, I want a nice sleep. Even if I can't sleep, I'd like to be alone with myself.

I took a nice long bath and went to lie on my bed, my gaze locked on the secret entrance towards Loki's room.

On my way here, I had heard distant cries of the injured. In a war, the common man always loses, no matter the side they are on.

I turned to my side and wondered, if Loki had such amazing magical powers, why didn't he help the people more? Why not fight like a warrior and then heal the others too? Win the war, and win the people - that would make him King fastest.

I chuckled. Loki. Helping others. A giggle turned into a full-blown laughter bout. That man would sooner take ¹Fenrir's life than help others.

I wonder if I can seal that entrance with my magical shield? I summoned my powers to block the way, but I failed to start my powers. The white glow wasn't there. I forced myself to use my powers again but it wasn't happening. I looked at my hands all confused. Maybe Loki had put a hex or something against blocking that way? It's possible.

I tried to summon a pen with my magic; tried to change my shoes; tried to summon a wisp of white in my palms - all meeting with failures.

Maybe I overused the magic somehow? Exhaustion? Recharge time?

These powers were still new to me, maybe I didn't understand them fully yet. I should try resting for now.

Somewhere between worrying and tossing around, I fell asleep. And I must've slept well because from what I could gauge, Odin was well and awake. Good thing that the fear of Shuaya was lessening.

Standing in my balcony, I could spot that bastard, Odin, strolling in the lawn, and from the lack of any stress lines on his forehead, I'm guessing no one has yet questioned him about his crimes.

Remembering my powers, I tested them once again, hoping that that rest had somehow charged my energies, but nothing happened still. Maybe some more time.

Seeing Odin again, I was overcome by this sudden urge to spit on his face, but I knew I couldn't. Or maybe... I can spit in his wine. Hehe, that'll be at least fun.

With this newfound quest, I welcomed a newfound energy. I dressed myself in a flowly, light gown and slippers. I wanted to feel relaxed today for a change.

I started walking around the palace, the guards now greeting me and the maids smiling at me. It was weird seeing this warmth from them. I mostly offered a stiff smile back and continued searching for Odin's cart of food that would be sent to his chambers before evening fell.

I crossed Thor's room where, judging by the noises coming from within, he was likely making merry by drinking and had his friends over. For a brief moment, I wondered where Loki could be, but then I decided that I didn't care and moved on to continue my quest.

I eventually found the kitchen after some asking around, and my God it was huge. I mean yeah you'd expect it to be big, but seeing it in the flesh is chaotic. Even more chaotic was the fact that when I entered the room, everyone had paused their work and we're looking at me expectantly, as if I was going to order them about.

I gave them a nervous smile and said, "I'm just here to look around. You can continue."

Food was being prepared and I found the various wine and snack carts that would be sent to the rooms. I asked for some extra deserts to be added to my cart, but it turns out they preferred the good ol' fruits to act as desert.

Now that I think if it, there has been no desert. So I decided to make pancakes, it wouldn't hurt to teach them as well.

I collected the ingredients and they gave me way. I whipped up some pancakes for myself but just as I was about to leave, I noticed the gathering of drooly faced children who were captivated by the aroma of the pancakes.

I smiled and passed the plate to one of them, who squealed in delight upon the first bite. Soon, the rest of the people got to making pancakes, and I slipped having made and kept some in my cart.

Halfway to my room, I cursed to realise I forgot to spit on Odin's wine. I turned back around, but in the darkness of the evening, figuring out my way to the kitchen proved to be a hard task. I was avoiding asking the directions because then the people in the kitchen would be alerted of my coming and they'd all stand in my wait, again.

I did not find the kitchen but I did hear lots of groaning and screams coming from the hallway I was currently in. Looking around, I was recollecting this to be the infirmary where once, the ever kind maidens healed me to health.

I went inside, expecting the war injured people to be there. And I found exactly them. Hundreds of people, lying and crying from their injuries. The small staff of tens of nurses were overworked and couldn't help everyone.

I walked around, a daze took over me. I, somehow, thought I could help by witnessing their pain, their hurt. As I walked by, some warriors recognised me and tried to get up - to thank me or to ask for my help, I don't know - but they were in too much pain to do anything, much less say anything.

My mind was absorbing everything, I was observing and looking at everything possible, sensing every cry, every scream - a small one of my own erupted, too, when water drenched me. I collected myself to see a nurse that had been running to wash another injury, accidentally crashed into me with the basin full of water.

I helped her to her feet and she apologised profusely. Telling her not to worry, I asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

She looked at me a little confused. We scanned the room around us with a defeated sigh of sympathy - the work is too much, and nothing can be done.

"I don't think we should bother you. You've helped us far too much in the war. The post war clean-up has always been tough. We lose more people here than on the field."

I hung my head in helplessness and left her to do her job.

Near the doors, a woman of 30 was lying, breathing what would easily be her last few breaths. Her injuries looked terrible and she couldn't stop crying.

I walked to her bed. As she spotted me, she tried to put on a brave face and greet me. I sat next to her and held her hands.

All this power and yet I couldn't do anything to save anyone, anymore. If only my powers were working, I could've maybe tried to help her. I don't know if it could've been enough to save her, but I would have at least tried. It's one thing to be mad at people, it's another to share the sorrow of a dying woman.

I held her hands to my head and wished for her to get better. She was on the battlefield today, she fought alongside me, she was a comrade.

Help me help her, I prayed to myself, and with that, the white glow of my hands returned.

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¹ Fenrir: Loki's child who is in the form of a wolf