Fear

Empty

You missed him. You missed him a lot.

You didn't realize you would miss him this much.

It was like there was a hole in your chest, a hole that could only be filled by him.

Loki.

After you had bathed, Loki's father had demanded him to go and he had left in a hurry, leaving you alone in the stables as he led his horse away.

You were still in the stables, even though it had probably been almost an hour since he left. You had spent the first fifteen minutes staring blankly at the road down which Loki had ridden, waiting for him to come back. Then when that act proved fruitless, you sank to the ground and stared at the wall.

Several times servants had asked if you were fine, if they could get you something, if there was anything at all they could do, but you sent them off, sometimes rather rudely. You didn't really care about anything but Loki right now.

Just as you had decided you should do something before someone sent you to a healer, Thor showed up.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," you answered coldly and hid your face in your hands as another wave of desperate longing for Loki's touch flowed in.

"I do not agree with you. Come, let us find something entertaining to do."

'I know something entertaining: Loki.'

'Oh, stop it now. Thor is trying to be nice, forget Loki and enjoy yourself.'

'I don't want to have fun without Loki.'

The voice in your head made a disappointed clicking noise with its tongue (did it have a tongue? It was a voice in your head, how could it have a tongue?) and you slowly got up. Thor was waiting patiently for you with his hand stretched out, which you took and allowed him to lead you to the library. You halfheartedly tried to enjoy a good book, but you couldn't stop staring into the corner where the puffy sofa stood. You and Loki had been there a few days ago...

'Stop thinking about Loki!'

"I'm sorry about my earlier actions," Thor said quietly. You smiled at him and tried to make it sincere, but you still hadn't quite gotten over what Thor had done.

'Alcohol...'

'So you would rather have Thor than Loki?' you asked your mind.

'Who said that? I'm just saying you should forgive Thor, because he was under the influence of alcohol and he is a good man!'

'Better than Loki?'

'You are thinking about Loki again.'

'I know. I enjoy it.'

"Can you forgive me?" he asked. You looked into his piercing blue eyes and sighed.

"I know you never meant to hurt me, Thor. You are forgiven."

"Thank you!" he exclaimed and pulled you into a rib-crushing hug. When he released you, you massaged your ribs and laughed at his confused face when you did so.

You soon managed to sink into the world of the book you had chosen. It was the sad book that you had dropped on your last visit to the library. Loki was right, it was sad. You were on the verge of tears when Thor broke the silence.

"Are you going to marry Loki?"

You let out a short laugh.

"Why are you asking?"

"Well..."

"He hasn't proposed, if that's what you think, and I doubt he will. He doesn't want to get married."