Loki: Game of Thrones

Chapter 50 - A Heart to Heart

It took a few days for the city watch under Bronn to establish order again within the walls of Kings Landing. The massacre of the people near the port did not help to make Joffrey extremely popular among the commoners. Which was exactly what Loki had been counting on. He had gotten the reaction he wanted, and a few days after order was restored to the streets of the capital, every poor and starving family received a mysterious package on their doorstep. Each package contained food stuffs, water, fresh milk, wine, clean clothes, and other necessaries. They all had the stamp of the three-headed Targaryen dragon; as well as the white Stark direwolf. Tyrion was rather surprised to see them, as Loki had made no mention of adding those when he reported previously. But, the food packages made the Targaryens and the Starks the saviors of Kings Landing. Much to the chagrin of Cersei, Joffrey, and the council. "How did they do it?! What is happening here?!" Joffrey demanded at the council meeting. Tyrion simply massaged his temples, and went back to his real job.

Meanwhile, Loki only went out to deliver the packages, before he actually remained in his domus. He was trying to keep an eye on Sansa after her ordeal, and he could not count on Alfie to do that all by himself. He tried to keep her busy afterward, and actually enlisted her help in organizing the food packages prior to their distribution. Sansa made a few socks, and other odds and ends of clothing to add, and she aided Loki in assembling them. They sat together in the main hall of their sanctum, with everything spread out around them, and they put them together. "Pass me that ham," Loki requested without looking up from his parcel. Sansa stopped in tying hers with a bow, and took a hold of a ham. She was a little ways from him, and since she did not want to get too close, she threw it. Loki caught it and stuffed into his package. Ever since he had given her that bath, Sansa had kept her distance. Loki was not surprised. He had seen the way women reacted to rapes, whether they were successful or otherwise. They rather shunned physical contact, especially with men. He was not going to force her. He was just going to observe her.

"May I have that ribbon?" Sansa asked. Loki held up the red and the grey ribbon, before looking down and seeing that Sansa had brought an array of colors from her weaving room. He glanced up at her, his expression all but helpless. Sansa chuckled at his face, before she said, "The white please?" Loki found the white, and it magically floated over to her. Sansa caught it in her hand, bobbed her head in thanks, and went back to work.

"I have a book you can write in if you want to talk to somebody without actually voicing it," Loki suggested, and Sansa stiffened. Loki looked at her, and saw that her jaw was clenched, and her fingers twitching. Sansa finally glanced up at him, and she shook her head.

"I'm fine. It was just a little accident. And nothing happened," Sansa said, trying to brush the subject off. Now, Loki was not going to make her physically uncomfortable, but if she kept shunning the topic, he would have to get her to talk about it.

"Sansa, you need to do something. Keeping your emotions pent up inside is never good. Either talk to somebody, or write it down. Just trying to 'forget' about it isn't going to work," Loki told her. Sansa shot him a look, and slammed her hands into her lap. Loki was startled by her reaction, but was still able to give her a calm expression.

"The voice of experience, I trust?" Sansa snipped, only realizing the gravity of her question when Loki's hands started to shake. He went back to his package making, and Sansa saw that his skin was turning blue. "Loki, I'm sorry," Sansa said, standing up and looking down at him. Loki glanced at his hands, and saw the blue color and the edges appearing. He clenched them into fists, and the blue vanished.

"You didn't know," he told her shortly. "How would you know?"

"Did you talk to your mother about it?" Sansa asked, sitting down a little closer to him. Loki raised his eyes to look at her, and shook his head.