Loki

Battle For the Jotunheim

After deciding on this plan, Thor brought his friends and mine to get ready.

The Warriors 3 and Sif focused on preparing their weapons. From behind them all, I watched. This was about collecting information.

Freyja blocked my path. "You know you must change out of that dress."

"Fine, yeah." I reached for the release on the suit. "Just give me a-"

"No. That suit won't work. Your armor is latex." Freyja deadpanned.

"No! It's a highly durable complex material-" I began.

"It's a circus parade." Freyja countered.

I rolled my eyes. Freyja had worn worse outfits. Why was I suddenly getting third degree? The outfit barely mattered, the concern was in how I could avoid being attacked by Jötunn. The suit was just fine. I worked hard on the thing.

"Here." Loki's hands glowed with magic.

I stood still. Freyja jumped back. Loki's magic whirled around me.

The magic settled. It felt more firm than a simple illusion. I checked it. The metal was firm. He'd definitely stolen this. I loved it. The metal was a shining Asgardian steel.

"Thank you." I praised Loki. "I like it. It's even got a hood like my suit!"

He smiled. "It was no trouble."

"Of course not. He stole it from Sif." Freyja told them. I smiled. He did steal it, I was right. "She'll kill you when she finds out."

"On the contrary. It cannot belong to Lady Sif- she and Queen Morgan are different sizes." Loki countered. The biggest mischievous grin on his face as he was saying it.

"They are the same height!" Freyja argued.

"Not that size, sweetheart." I teased, adding a wink to fuck with her. Freyja rolled her eyes to the heavens in annoyance. "Then again I am really not digging the design of the chestplate anyway..."

At Freyja's glare of 'how can I kill you in public and get away with it', I sent Loki a smile. The smile he gave back was different than I expected. There wasn't much mischief to it- instead this was a more pleasant surprise. He smiled in this way, a hesitant curl of the lip and confused tilt to the eyebrows. He didn't understand my smile, that at our antics I would even want to smile with him.

It made my heart hurt for him. How had things been for him that when someone liked his traits he became confused? He deserved a lot better. Loki would get a lot better. What use was learning about friendship from the most renowned experts if I never put their lessons to use?

Loki decided how best to handle these feelings. Ignore them. He turned towards his brother, leaving Freyja and myself behind. "Brother, Lady Morgan is properly outfitted."

"Excellent!" Thor's voice boomed. That sucked. It really, really sucked. "With that solved, our next step is that we must find a way to get past Heimdall."

Freyja held my arm, walking me to a weapon's table. I declined any, instead holding up my bo staff. Freyja gave me a sword. I declined. Freyja held up a dagger. In respect to my sister and Loki, I declined.

"That will be no easy task. It's said the Gatekeeper can see a single drop of dew fall from a blade of grass a thousand worlds away." Volstagg cautioned his friends.

"Yes and he can hear a cricket passing gas in Niflheim." Fandral teased.

Loki saw Freyja's trouble. He glanced at my staff, then the weapons. Freyja offered me a crossbow, I declined.