Valediction [Fólkvangr End, Book 3][Loki Fanfiction]

Chapter Sixteen - This Fire

Author's Note: "What!" you exclaim, "she's updating and it hasn't been two months since the last update? Who is this and what have they done with Keara?" 

An excellent question. I updated within two weeks. We are living in a crazy time, people. So, enjoy the update, but you may not be as pleased with me once you finish. I promise, everything has a plan and so too shall this. 

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No one loves you more ... more ... more ...    

There were sincere lies everywhere placed directly before

the next step. Does everyone pretend, part of alive

I am proposing words — All structures have crumbled

in earliest death. I'm crossing the yellow sands

It's so hard to know without relating it, to you

shaping a heart, take hold of me and someone says

I don't get it! You don't have to have love,

or you do, which? I don't think you do; before

the explosion? I was here without it and have been in

many places loveless. I don't want you

to know what I'm really thinking or do I, before

creation when there might be no "I knew"

Everything one's ever said not quite true. He or she be-

trays you; why you want to hurt me ... bad

Want to, or just do? Treason was provoked

everywhere even here, by knowing one was one and

I was alone, a pale hue. The sky of death

is milky green today, like a poison pool near a

desert mine. Picked prickly pear fruit and I

tasted it, then we drove on, maybe to Yarnell.

These outposts where I grew up; I didn't do that

I have no ... identity, and the love is an object

to kick as you walk on the blazing bare ground, where ...    

sentimental, when what I love, I ... don't have that one

word. This fire all there is ... to find ... I find it

You have to find it. It isn't love, it's what?

                                               —Alice Notley

"I'm really trying not to overreact here," I wheeze.

"The short version is I never fully lost my magic," Loki responds.

"Yeah, that's the part I'm getting tripped up on because you see that means you've lied to me since the moment we came back together." Loki won't look at me. "That means that you did have magic, and that you could have come to look for me, but you, for God knows what reason decided not to. You thought, 'Oh, hmm, well, I'm having such fun here in London, kissing other women and living a normal life, I'll just let Valkyrie suffer in the middle of a motherfucking shitty ass desert!'"