Loki

The Home of His Forefathers

Morning came too soon. That, personally, seemed unfair to me. I barely got any sleep after what happened. By the time I made it to my guest bed, my head kept replaying the moment over and over again.

We nearly kissed

Loki almost kissed me

And fucking Freyja walked in and Loki ran off

Like fuck dammit Freyja

For a goddess of love, you do way too much cockblocking

The morning next, I stayed in bed for a long time just getting over that. I wanted to get out of bed to work but I couldn't manage it. If my sister was around, she would be making fun of me. She would've kept me up late mocking me. If I got out of bed, she would mock me as we dressed and ate breakfast.

My sister wasn't around to make fun of me. What's the point of doing anything? Nobody in my life wanted to hear about it. Freyja wouldn't take much of it either. She could mock me but it wasn't the same.

Eventually I did climb out of bed. I dressed in a long dark blue dress. Even as I dressed, there was a lighter blue that would've looked perfect on Darcy. It broke my heart all over again.

Still. Things needed to be done. I put down my grief, telling myself to open it up later. There wows work to do. Nothing would piss off Darcy more than me ignoring Loki in favor of her.

The three of us met for breakfast in Loki's chambers. Maybe I was blushing as I walked inside. That's my problem to deal with, leave me alone. Loki himself seemed to be fighting a blush. Or at least he made heavy eye contact with me before remembering Freyja stood there.

As we ate, Loki told Freyja what happened down on Earth with Thor.

"He tried to get the hammer? Seriously?" Freyja snorted as she picked apart fruit to eat. "He's lucky those agents hadn't killed him."

Hawkeye would never

I mean, okay he might but that's a 'what if' I never need to worry about.

I picked at my own food. Asgardians didn't exactly have cereal for breakfast. Even the smaller meals looked out as big feasts. As this was for a King, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Still. The whole roasted chicken seemed a bit much.

Loki hummed. "Thor has the innate ability to get out of trouble."

"It's the puppy dog eyes of his." I guessed. "They're deadly weapons."

Freyja snorted. "Ah yes. Murderous baby blues. Always such a threat, those things."

"You would know." I picked a grape, throwing it at her head.

Freyja caught the grape, squashing it between her fingers. She shook it off onto her plate without missing a beat. "My eyes are green, Morgan."

"What? No they're blue."

"I'm very certain I know my own eye color."

"You're a blonde haired blue eyed lady-" I grabbed another grape, throwing it at her.

Freyja smacked it away. "Oh don't you dare." She grabbed a grape of her own, throwing it at me.

I got it between my teeth. To Freyja's annoyance, I bit into it. "What, mad I'm right?" Grabbing two grapes, I threw them.

Freyja threw two. "You're so childish!"

"Me?!" That time I grabbed a larger fruit, something like an apple but not quite. I launched it at her. Freyja swatted it. "Take that back!"