The Midnight God

Chapter Three: Can I Trust Her?

× LOKI'S POINT OF VIEW ×

The spare bedroom was, alright I could say the least. It had an old four-poster bed, not to soft but soft enough to sleep on and only long enough for my feet to touch the end. On the far wall a smallish size wardrobe, only big exothermic to be a weekend stay of clothes in. On either side of the bed lay two old crates, upon one a small lamp which gives off no more light than a pocket torch and on the other a mirror. Hanging from the ceiling hung a worn out light, dimmed so much I could barely see in front of me. The only natural light was coming from behind a curtained window to the right of the wardrobe. The moon was bright enough for it to be seen through the window, and I am glad as it if wasn't I would not have made it to the bed without tripping over the moth eaten rug.

Unhooking my cloak and placing it in the wardrobe, in the wardrobe was three hangers and at the bottom a pair of slippers and some night wear. I began to take of my clothes leaving them at the end of the bed, making sure I had my undergarments on I changed into the spare nightwear. I climbed into the bed and let my eyes close, thinking of what I did that day, I was off to sleep after a while.

I only had a glimmer of sleep in the night mostly due to the fact that I was not in my own bed in Asgard. My mind started to wonder into other things about where and what I was doing now. I wondered if I could trust this mortal as I only met her eight hours ago, and yet I'm that space of time I have told her everything I know about Asgard and my family.

That was the strange thing I felt okay about telling her. It was like I was telling my brother that I had done something, probably a bad thing but anyway. It was like I had knew her for all my life.

But was I doing the right thing by telling her everything. I did not know if I could trust her or not. From my brother's recommendation she could be anyone. And with her specialty and interest in our world, should I have told her all of that, with her past intention of sharing and publicizing her work. For all I know she could have started recording all that I said, every word, ready to write up later.

Could I also rely on my brother knowledge of her to introduce her to me. After all he know about her work and how trustworthy I can be. Is he setting me up, trying to make me look like a fool.

I spent a long time thinking about this but could I tell her about my plan of going back to Jotumheim and find another frost giant, I mean there must be another. Otherwise my attempt of running away from Asgard and failing in the past was all for nothing. I need to truly know how to master my true powers, if there is another he may help me in this. That is all I am wishing for. For something to make my father proud and I am not talking about my unintelligible, waste for an adopted father, Odin. No I am talking about my real father the one that tried to protect me from the people that destroyed my land and my family. Maybe even use it to show up my brother, making his lighting look like a plain, old light show.

A whole life time of being shamed, and beaten by others around me, could a young women help me, a young mortal women help me. I hope she does otherwise with all the information she knows she would need to spend the rest of her life in Asgard, as a protection of our world. We cannot risk our world being exposed . And if I was the person who gave her this information I would be imprisoned again, with no escape. I could trust her, I know I can trust her, if she does portray me I could never forgive her.