Fear

Ragnarök

Aliyah rolled her eyes and waved the servant in. Where was Loki? He'd been "getting air" for twenty minutes, it was suspicious.

Herdel, her head spy, entered the room and she smiled. He looked like he had good news.

"My princess, the girl spends excessive amounts of time in Prince Thor's company."

She chuckled.

"It's time to release the Ragnarök..."

Saga sighed and tried to form the letter "a" again. How could it be so hard to write?

Being a servant, she had never learned how to write, but she could read fairly well. She tried to copy the letters in sir Jele's letter to form a reply but it was difficult...

"Saga, quit that, the prince needs you!"

Henna stood in the doorway, looking especially angry today, so Saga laid the quill down and hurried to Prince Thor's room. She knocked the door and prepared for the usual sight of her lady in the bed, crying or sleeping, looking like Ragnarök personified.

The door swung open and it wasn't Thor, as usual, but her lady! Saga looked up and smiled and her lady smiled back.

"How are you feeling, my lady?" asked Saga out of habit.

"I am doing alright. I was wondering if you could talk to Han and bring me some early lunch, please, I'm starving."

This time she didn't get a grunt as a reply, but a whole sentence!

Saga nodded and hurried towards the kitchen after curtsying. She couldn't stop smiling; her lady wasn't sad anymore! Did this mean Prince Loki was coming back?

Saga was both sad and happy that Loki was returning; he used to make life sour for Saga, but he made his lady happy, and Saga wanted her lady to be happy.

Han was baking for lunch when Saga tapped his shoulder and informed him of the glad news. Han smiled and immediately threw a lunch together after commenting that the lady was eating a lot nowadays. Saga agreed and added that it definitely showed on the lady's stomach, and Han exchanged some bread for fruit. They shared a toast with milk (Han stole it, usually they were only allowed to drink water) and then Saga returned to the lady with the lunch. When she reached the door, the lady was waiting in the doorway, impatience etched into her face. Saga smiled and handed her the tray and she smiled back. Pondering if mentioning writing to Jele was a good idea, Saga missed what the lady said and had to excuse herself. The lady just laughed.

"My sister used to do that, fade away and not listen. What I was saying was that if you hear something from Jele, tell me as soon as possible."

Saga swallowed.

"Jele has been writing to you almost every day since you stopped answering, my lady."

The lady nodded with a grim smile and requested that Saga would burn the older letters and give her those that arrive after this talk. Saga nodded and walked back to the servant's quarters.

Loki slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight was shining in through a window. The bed felt different. He wasn't home.

He felt her body pressed against his back and swallowed. She was so close... Her arm was around him, that was what woke him. His chest exploded, waves of excitement mixed with love rolled through his body, and he asked her what time it was.

"I don't know. Did I wake you up?"

He smiled a little as her voice filled his ears. This moment was perfect... Breathing out a chuckle, he replied: