Freyja didn't think I should be out of the healing halls yet. That was her problem, not mine. Given my history I knew better than her what magic depletion did to me. Frankly, I'm impressed that I was able to do Equestrian Magic in the MCU. Should I tell Twilight? She might really like that.
On second thought, no. She would love it. She would love it so much that she would want to test out all the things I could do in her basement.
If Darcy were around, she'd make jokes about that. I wanted to make them too. The two of us, laughing about Twilight dragging me to her basement for the Author knows what. I rolled my eyes too at the sex jokes Darcy would've made.
Her laughter was echoing in my head...this sort of chortle with a snort. Our laughter was a dorky kind of laugh. I missed hearing it from her. Hearing it in quiet moments, the knowing look she would give me. More often than not, we'd be thinking about the same joke. Sick minds, the two of us.
Speaking of sick minds that need counselling...Loki.
He was clearly, clearly struggling. I insisted on leaving the healing hall for that reason alone. I wasn't going to leave him alone against the Warriors and Sif. In his state he doesn't deserve that.
Freyja stuck by my side in the room. It's not that I didn't appreciate it...but I don't appreciate it. Give me some space, woman, before I throw you into space!
Hogan was tending to the warming fire, moving the hot stones about to keep it breathing. Volstagg was being tended with his wound, applying a salve. Though the healing halls could do much, apparently a freezer burn would take more care than a stab wound in terms of healing. Fandral was already standing, lightly pacing around the couches. Sif sat down, a pensive look on her face.
Loki couldn't decide if he wanted to have a full on breakdown or start running. He was anxiously tapping his fingertips to his palm, constantly glancing my way.
I sat because Freyja insisted I not overexert myself. Like she knew anything about magic exhaustion.
"We should never have let him go." Volstagg stated.
"There was no stopping him." Sif sighed, shaking her head.
"At least he's only banished, not dead." Fandral reminded them all. "Which is what we'd all be if that guard hadn't told Odin where we'd gone."
I looked up at Loki. Our eyes met. He quickly looked away, staring with worry at his open palm. My own hands clenched, fighting the urge to pull at my hair.
Hogun took control of applying the salve. Volstagg winced at the care. He huffed in annoyance, glaring out. "How did the guard even know?" Volstagg asked, yelping in frustration.
Loki snapped his head up. The fire made it easier to see the restrained tears in his eyes. They were watering. "I told him." He pretended to never even be worried about that hand.
The Warriors 3 and Sif gawked at him. All four looked at him with betrayal.
"Well thank you, Loki." I immediately told him. I elbowed Freyja.
Freyja grumbled, giving a brief roll of her eyes. "I suppose you have my thanks as well."
The praise gave Loki no help. If anything, it made him more nervous and anxious.
"What?" Fandral was the first of the others to get their voice back.
"I told him to go to Odin after we'd left." Loki admitted. "He should be flogged for taking so long. We should have never reached Jotunheim."
"You told the guard?" Volstagg yelled out, enraged.
Bastards
Bastards all of you
YOU ARE READING
Loki
Fanfiction(Morgan is 198)(Darcy is dead)(Lilac is 8) Lady Freyja tells Loki there is only person that can help him reach his goals. If she knows her well enough, it's that Morgan could never turn away someone wanting helping.
