A dual pov narrative from both main characters-Loki and Annalise. If you enjoy slow burn, immersive stories, with a good plot and the long awaited spice, then stop your search. Here is the story for you!
As the newly crowned king of Jotunheim, Loki...
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"I feel a fool, Queen Frigga. I was foolish to ever trust your son. Now I understand why you and Thor thought he could be the one who hurt me- this type of behaviour is not uncommon for him, is it?"
Frigga, seated across from me as I perch beside Leon's bedside, shifts uncomfortably, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words come.
"You need not answer that," I say, sparing her the agony of speaking ill of her own son. She's just a mother caught between defending her kin and acknowledging his flaws. I understand her difficulty.
"I wouldn't want to speak poorly of my children either...children I once thought I'd have with Loki."
Her hands tightens around the armrest of her chair, her eyes clouded with sorrow. "Children..." she murmurs, her voice raised with surprise but overshadowed by a deep longing. The idea of grandchildren from her troubled son must be a bittersweet thought.
"Yes," I continue softly. "A little girl first, then a boy... though I have never seen the face of my son. And now... I don't think I ever will see a vision of him."
"You dream of these children?" She asks, her gaze searching mine with curiosity.
"Not dreams," I correct her gently. "I'm always awake when I see what's to come. My little girl—such a perfect blend of both me and Loki—she's been on my mind more of late. A painful reminder of what could have been. But now, where I once felt her warm grasp, she's slowly fading away, and I grieve for her."
A sad little laugh escapes me, the sound hollow and brittle, laced with all the hurt I've kept buried inside. "Isn't that ridiculous?" I ask, feeling foolish for believing. "It's like mourning a ghost—a child who was never really here, yet her loss feels as real as if she were."
I sigh, the sound escaping me like a long-held breath. "How can I mourn a life I only saw in my mind? The life I had planned with Loki—it was never certain to come true, but it consumed such a big part of my heart. And now that it's gone, I feel lost."
Frigga's sudden movement startles me, and I turn to find her now sitting beside me on the bed. Her hand rests atop mine with tenderness, and for a moment it feels like a lifeline in the sea of despair I've been drowning in.
"Annalise, the heart can grieve even for what it never held. The future you saw was a possibility, one that is slipping away... but not all is lost. The heartache you feel now does not have to be the end of your story."
Her words are kind, but they feel distant, like a balm that can only soothe the surface of a much deeper wound.
"Please, choose it," she urges, almost pleadingly. Choose that life. I know my son. Loki has a good heart, and he would be a great father, he just..."
Her voice trails off, and I wait, hoping she'll offer some more clarity, but she falls silent again. The great Queen Frigga, with all her wisdom, has no words to justify Loki's actions.
