The Servant Series (Loki fanfic)

Servant, Friend, or Love? Epilogue

Epilogue

It'd been two days of tears. I had work to do still. Thor had told the guards not to lay a finger on me until he'd spoken with his father, which he would be doing this third day. Since I had basically pulled myself together, the kitchen decided to have me take some water to the king. We all knew he'd be thirsty after his 'talk' with Thor.

As I stepped closer, I could hear bits and pieces of the conversation, not enough to make sense. Finally I was close enough to hear Odin say, "If I were proud of the man my son had become, even that I could not say. It would speak only from my heart." Knowing him, he chuckled. "Go, my son."

"Thank you, Father." Thor said before leaving out one of the other doors at the same time I opened my door that sat at the right of the king's throne.

"No. Thank you." I heard Loki's voice say. The air escaped me and my thinking process stopped. I didn't but hardly know what I was doing as I ran forward while dropping the metal pitcher and gold goblet. Loki stood from the seat and I didn't care how or why he was there. I just ran and wrapped my arms around his torso, already crying.

"Astrid...?" he muttered after several moments. My rage kicked in.

I pulled away and started beating on his chest semi-lightly. "Dangsin-eun nappeun adeul moshan saekki!" I yelled in my native tongue. (Korean: You effing son of a bitch.) I stopped hitting him and just looked up into his stormy, just as surprised eyes. "I thought you were dead. Why are you even pretending to be dead? Why didn't you at least tell me? Why did you throw me off to be some sex slave for Malekith? Why did you just-"

Without a warning, Loki put a hand on my cheek and kissed me. I almost immediately kissed back, the mixed emotions overflowing. His lips were colder than I imagined, but I suppose it is to be expected because of his orgins. They fit perfectly with mine, though. Sadly, he pulled away after several seconds. "I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to know. Not yet. However, I knew that if you stayed you would see that my death was faked. But again, you just...you can't know, but you do and now... It was not only for my safety, but for yours that I didn't want you to know that I used magic for my 'death' on the dark world. As for now, you must promise me not to tell anyone I'm here. You have to continue grieving. Please. I'm dead. This is all a dream. Whatever you have to tell yourself as long as I'm not here in the equation."

"Loki..."

"Go."

"But-"

"Go!" He gave me one last light kiss. "When the time is right, I'll take my claim to you. Whatever it is you wish. But for now, you can't be here. You can't know anything."

"Anything about wh-" Before I could finish, I was back in my bed with the pitcher full and sitting next to the goblet on the desk.

What the hell just happened?

A/N: Remember, there's not going to be another book until Loki is in another movie. I do hop you enjoyed the ride so far, though! It's not perfect, but I quite enjoyed writing it. Hope you enjoyed reading :) Bye!