It was set in the fine threads of Yggdrasil, that they were never to be with one another, or the world as they know would cease to exist. Loki's tired of it. He wants this more than anything. But will you give up your safety net? Could you risk it a...
The Allmother simply clasped her hands together. Her unornamented attire of a navy blue sweater with beige cargo pants and her small hair wasn't very convincing of her title. Well, she wasn't queen anymore, "We had to bring our people to safety. Our state is being governed by a secure king."
"Odin's alive then?" Loki interrupted.
"Your father isn't alive anymore, my dear son, neither are you, to be clear, Frigga's shoulders slumped, her joyful smile morphing into a melancholic smile, "Also, where are your manners Loki? You don't even give your dear ol' mum a hug anymore!'
Loki cracked into a grin, his arms spreading to take in the warmth of his mother. His first understanding of love. She was his everything, and even today, he was more than grateful. She was the most decent woman he would ever meet, and he was sure of it.
He laughed, his mum squeezing him and then swinging each other from one end to another. On traditional Asgard, this action would probably be frowned upon, but on 'New Asgard' no one cared. Not really. They were all just trying to make a life for themselves, caught up in its frenetic culture to take notice of others.
"I've missed you, mother," Loki sighed contently when Frigga pulled away, "But in the time theatre- I- I saw you die-"
"I almost did, the nurses were able to send me into something they called the 'Friggasleep'," she snorted, laughing at the ridiculous joke, "I hadn't woken up since we got here a few months ago!'"
"I'm glad to see you again mother, you have no idea how much I've missed you," Loki said and smiled at her with one of the widest grins you'd ever see. You only recalled him being this happy before that night aeons ago.
"I'm glad to see you, Loki, it's good to have you here. You too, love," she pinched your nose, "You were this man's favourite princess."
"Oh, Frigga," you blushed, trying to hide your embarrassment to no avail.
"Say, has he finally got you to be his?"
"Yes." "No."
"Well," you began after that mixed answer between the two of you, "It's complicated."
Loki continued to admire the ground after that, as you talked to Frigga and explained everything that had happened at the TVA. She took your word about it with a grain of salt. No, a literal grain of salt. She stuck her hand in her pocket and sprinkled a bit onto her tongue. She was the town's local baker. Her cargo pants didn't have those many pockets for no reason.
You were surprised when she did it. Such a silly woman. Seems being widowed really frees a person, "Oh, you must meet the King! She's an absolute delight, a bit homosexual if you ask me."
"I'm sure we could someday," you smile, glancing at Loki only to find him looking onward to the vast sea, "Do you have any inns around? We don't really have any place to stay. I'd love to spend a few nights here."
"The inn's just around the corner, I best be off then, got to grab some saccharomyces on the way home!" She nodded, smiled and blew a kiss towards the two of you as she took her departure.
God, you loved Frigga.
\-/
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but it's the weekend and we've got a lot of families 'round this time of year!"
"Just one room?"
"Unfortunately, I doubt the other inns have any space, and unless you've got some family here, you're gonna have tough luck finding a place for the night."
The innkeeper was a young Irish girl, her thick accent worsening your headache. There was only 1 fucking room left. It was big, but you did not want to spend another night anywhere near the god. He was attractive and you were stupid. Nope. Not happening.
"C'mon! It's just one night," Loki tried to coax you. Scratch that. He was luring you right into his trap. And you fell.
He did the stupid thing he does with his eyebrows, and made his voice a tad bit deeper. Fuck him and fuck his adorable face. No. That's exactly what you're not going to do tonight.
"Alright, we'll take it," you sighed, turning back to the redhead behind the counter.
This was going to be a long night.
\-/
"He keeps cutting the call!" Loki slams the inn's telephone back into its holder, pissed that his brother won't believe it's him despite his calling multiple times.
"Loki, you're calling your brother from a random number in a hotel," you sighed, annoyed by his lack of common sense, "Of course, he's not going to believe you!"
Loki slumped back on the bed. The only bed. Or rather the elephant in the room. The inn's last room was for, sound the trumpets, a pregnant lady and her wife who weren't able to make it, so there was only a single double bed in the middle of the small dimly lit little room.
Neither of you addressed it. It was like some unspoken truth that the discomfort was too much to face this early on. It had been on your mind. There were only three decent areas to sleep in for the night.
The bed– with Loki
The love seat
Or the window corner
A bed with the god you were pining after would be worse than it sounded, and neither of the other two options would guarantee no bodily pain in the morning. But one of them must be chosen. And you had mentally chosen the loveseat. Particularly, since it would guarantee that you wouldn't wake up on the ground.
You gave out another low moan of despair, finishing up your nails and flicking them to dry them faster. The free toiletries were cute, and you gave in to temptations. Well, not all temptations.
"Well, I'm going to sleep now," you picked up a few things from the bed to carry to the loveseat, with Loki watching you intently. His heart was excruciatingly loud, and he was sure if you just leaned in closer, you'd hear it.
He was excited if not nerve-wrackingly anxious about sleeping in the same bed as you. It's going to be the first time since that night in your dorm at the TVA. Maybe you could stay a bit this time. His daydreams were shattered when he saw you move to the loveseat, "What are you doing?"
"I'm sleeping here," you responded, hoping he wouldn't argue. He didn't. What would he even say? 'Sleep in the same bed with me, darling! we could hug each other and hold each other in our arms because I'm desperate to get close to you but I can't or I'll end up hurt!'. Yup, there was no way he would open his mouth, his silver tongue turned to lead.
"Good night," he replied, in a monotone voice, like a child awaiting a response from their parents.
"Good night." you tucked yourself in. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad.
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