Life with Loki - short stories

The Treatment of Silence **

Note: I think this is the last Loki piece from my archive. I love being a fiction writer now, but I will always miss the Lo that I created here (♥️) so now, I finally say goodbye. Love you lots xxx
Tags: Heavy on the Mummy Kink here.
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"There was no reason to stab him, Loki! That wasn't fair!". Slam went the door to your rooms, before you stormed over to the pacing King of Midgard. Yes, you were yelling, and no, you had never yelled at Loki before, but he needed to hear your disappointment in his actions and unjust ruling.

"He deserved it! How dare he!!", the God seethed with such dark frustration as his fingers crawled through his hair.

"Critical injury!? Because he gave me a flower!?". The small pink tulip currently dangled from your clenched fist.

"He dared to be flirtatious with the Queen! My Queen!!". He turned to you, exposing the pure threat within his eyes.

"It was my birthday yesterday! It was a birthday gift! And now you have shown the others how dangerous it is to approach me!!—

"They needn't dare approach you in such a manner!!"—

"I told you from the start that I wanted to be an approachable Queen, one to help her people! Now how the fuck are they going to approach me if you're stabbing them left, right, and centre! And over a fucking flower!!". You were truly disappointed, and raging mad at him, but your raised voice that was laced with your own outrage, finally stopped him in his tracks. Now he felt scared of you, just as that unfortunate guard did of him. You could see the vulnerability start to creep within his darkened eyes, and you knew what his lips were about to ask, but you weren't in the mood to even look at him at the moment, so you turned on your boots and made your way to the bathroom, in need of retreat and a good soak.

Addicted indeed he was to you. You were a constant craving for him, a craving that he will most likely never fully satisfy. He needed your love, the sound of your voice, your touch —whether platonic or romantic— so it was by some miracle that he managed to leave you alone for that hour that you soaked in the large bathtub, while knowing that you were only metres away from him. He knew right now that you were really mad at him, and he could hardly bare it. Numerous times throughout that separated hour, his feet quietly padded towards the door, his knuckles ready to softly knock, requesting your permission to enter, but he did not knock. Until now. He felt sure that you had calmed down by now, but when there was no reply to his knock, he called your name, to which there was no reply. That cautious part of him began to worry, so he wiggled the handle, only to find it was locked. You never locked the door; if you were showering or bathing alone then Loki would always make his way in at some point, just to be near you or for a quick kiss. Now he truly knew just how mad at him you were, and it hurt. It hurt a lot. But it was also just.

He asked you to at least let him know that you were safe and hadn't fallen asleep in the bath. You did not reply verbally, but he did hear you dramatically swish the water.

He gave you space as you stepped out of the bathroom, but he was standing there with some fresh clothes for you, assembled in his hands.

"I collected these for you, my love". He had some prepared hope in his eyes, but that hope dimmed quickly as you took the clothes from his hands and made your way over to the bed, placing them down as you began to get dressed. His chest felt heavy as he stood there, but he still wasn't ready to apologise for what he had done.

But the treatment of silence from you continued throughout the remainder of the afternoon. You even informed the staff that you were to have your lunch in your greenhouse, by yourself, whereas usually you and Loki would have lunch together. Instead of him, you gave your attention to your plants. Later in the afternoon, you both had a meeting with your council. It was evident to everyone that the Queen was not happy with the King, as you barely looked at him when you spoke. You stood by him, as he did you, but you spoke indirectly to him, through the staff. But he still tried, and he didn't care if the committee could see the current riff between their King and Queen; they knew why you were mad at him, and if anything, they were happy that you were taking a stand against the King after his unnerving act, for it was only you who could stand up against him. A popular knowing it was that he was wrapped around your finger. As the silent treatment continued, Loki did not show that it bothered him. It was afterwards, as he followed you back towards your private quarters that he let his facade down.