The Midnight God

Chapter Ten: Secrets

I thought it was just some strange phenomenon that this memory arose, so I just overlooked it. Loki came stumbling down the stairs at about one and we both sat to have lunch at the kitchen table. I made it of course as by the time it was quarter to one I was getting hungry and pretty bored and there had been no sign of Loki. If there is any way to get someone to come out of their room it would have to be food. Well that or a deal involving money, which is what usually, works for me. I got up and went to kitchen to find where I had left the tray after giving Loki his breakfast on the kitchen counter untouched but on top of it lay a note. It has clearly been written by Loki but I have never heard him come down the stairs. I don't know how Loki had gotten down the stairs without me knowing as a mouse could creep down the stairs and make it creak. I don't know how he did it but it was a very nice note, written in the most beautiful script.

I wanted to know how and why Loki left me that note so I started to walk up the stairs to his room. (I don't have to bother calling it the spar room anymore as it looks as if he is staying even though he has enough money to by a decent room at a hotel, but I like to have him here, he makes me laugh.) Also he needed to be down so that we could eat lunch as I am not being his house keeper.

When I reached the top of the stairs I stopped so that I could give my leg some time to rest after walking from the kitchen to the top of the stairs. I took a deep breath and turned to face the corridor that Loki's room where I saw him leaning against his bedroom door, reading a book. Instead of wearing his suit he was wearing the clothes that I had brought him when he brought his suit, just as something to wear as normal day wear.

It was a black, well fitting, top and men's sort of skinny jeans. I can safely say myself that I made a good choice by buying them for him, as he looks very handsome with them on. When he looked up from his book I could tell he was expecting me as he looked back at his book gave a little smirk and then placed the book on the floor.

With his head hanging low out of what I think was embarrassment; he stood up straight, away from the wall and spread out his arms. He then looked up at me and held has gaze at me with a half smile then slowly twirled around. "So, what do you think?" he said still smiling. "Very handsome, do you want lunch?" I asked trying to stop him from looking at me that way. He agreed that we should get lunch and followed me down the stairs after he put his book back in his room.

When we were eating lunch we were talking about the dreams that we had that night. I talked about my nightmare and about what happened in it. Then in turn Loki talked about his dreams, well the ones that he had after helping me get back to sleep after the nightmare.The was one thingthat made me a bit weary though as he was having the same dream as my daydream when I entered his room after heslept in. That brought me on to the lullaby. "Hey you know that lullaby; I thought I had heard it before. But that couldn't be right?"

"No, that cannot be right," Loki said "My mother used to sing it to me and Thor, when we were little. I don't know how you would have heard it before." If the lullaby was from Asgard how did I know it before Loki started singing it to me, especially if I was drugged up from all the pain killers from the hospital. "Well what is the only way that I would know it," I asked him, now curious about what this could all mean. "The only possibly answer is that one or more of your parents or earlier relatives are from Asgard, which is the only realm that sings this lullaby."

I never knew my father and my mother died when I was 15 so there is no way now of asking her anything about her or my father. All she every said was to never speak of him and when I ever did she just got angry and left the room. When my mother died I was able to choose anything of hers to keep. I knew she had a box which she kept everything of my father's in but I had no means of opening it before now. I walked as fast as I could to the stairs where Loki came running up behind me. He could see I was in a rush and I could not walk up the stairs fast so I just said "Here, this will help." I had never seen Loki use his powers before now as he didn't want me to see them but now I was very helpful that he did. All I could see was him straining his face then a blue haze left his hands and continued towards me. At first I was startled by his powers but then intrigued as then he said "I can play my tricks, can you feel the pain anymore." Strangely, the pain from my leg went, much quicker and effective than any pain killers that I have taken for the pain.

"Yes...how did you do that, actually hold that thought." Without feeling any pain I raced up the stairs and turned into my bedroom. I flung open my wardrobe door and full out clothes and shoes until, tucked away right at the back I found the box. When I found the old shoebox I stopped. Stopped moving and sat down on my bedroom floor. It felt as though I was hit in the stomach, completely winding me. I heard the door swing open slowly and Loki came in and sat down next to me. "You alright?" I could not say anything. I tried my best but I was too involved in the secrets and truths about me that I could find lying in that box.

"My darling daughter," Loki said looking at the top of the box. The last time I saw this box was when I was 15, and at that time I was to depressed to even look into the writing on the top of the box. "How can you read that, it is not English or any other language? I can't be Asgardian could it?" Loki then took the box out of my hands to look at the writing on top closer. "Hay I know that writing, I am sure I have seen it before." How could he have seen this writing before? It was written by my father 23 years ago when I was born and the only person that has seen it would have been my grandmother and my mother, I might have seen it once or twice but never have I seen its contents. I looked up at Loki and he was completely still. "Loki, what is it." He must of remembered who that hand writing belonged to, I knew it must have been someone from Asgard as only them would know how to speak Asgardian "When I was little, My father, Laufey, wrote me a note before he left me to die. Then after Odin took me in I got that note back. That note and this box lids message have the same handwriting."

That could not be, and if it was that meant that me and Loki had the same father. I never knew why I felt so happy to have Loki with me and why I would always want him near me if I felt hurt or awkward. He was my Half brother.