As one. Always. (A Loki fan fiction)

Chapter 6

When Loki said he would ‘fetch’ me, he meant it. I thought maybe he was going to send for me, like Odin did, or at least give me some warning of when he expected me. But no, it couldn’t be that simple.

I was getting into my bath to wash my hair when I heard him come barging into the healing room. I washed my hair every day on earth, but the shampoos they had in Asgard did wonders for it, making it only necessary every other day. I took a sponge bath when I wasn’t have a regular bath.

“I would like to see her, healer.” I heard a muffled voice when I was lathering the lavender smelling stuff in my hair. I didn’t really take much notice, it could have been anyone requesting anyone. The healers were busy today, a group of guards came in with injuries. Someone mentioned a brawl breaking out on Vanaheim or Alpheim…

It was when I heard booted feet coming towards the bathing room that I started to rinse my hair in a hurry. He better not walk in here.

Just as I could see his boots in the spot on the bottom of the doorway where the tapestry didn’t cover, he stopped. “I didn’t realize you were…occupied. I will wait at our seat by the window.” He walked away.

I breathed a sigh of relief. That would have been weird.

I finally had some company during the day, something to look forward to, and it could have been ruined had he not had any sense. Most guys I know would have peeked inside or something. Then I would have to have met up with him, knowing he might have seen me naked…let’s not dwell on what didn’t happen though. I finished washing up, rinsed off and climbed out of the large tub. I had a soft towel on a peg to use, and I changed into a new gown. The healer’s kept bringing me some. I had six, all silken, all beautiful. The one I picked out was definitely my favorite; silvery blue, one shoulder, hugging my waist and flowing around me.

I put on a pair of gladiator sandals. They were also given to me. I guessed these gifts came from the All-father. I can’t see him letting me walk around in what I came in, which were bloodstained, dirty and a little ripped.

I walked out of the healing room, telling my healer where I was going. She nodded, and returned to crushing herbs.

I was able to walk quickly with this dress, which is one thing I loved about Asgardian dresses: they had short trains, and still made you feel like a princess.

I approached the bench. Loki looked lost in thought. He did that often, and I felt a little bad for disturbing him. His face was smooth, his dark hair slicked back, his arms resting behind his head. I couldn’t deny Loki was handsome. Probably the most attractive guy I’d ever seen, including his brother, Thor.

I sat down next to Loki, and cleared my throat, smiling at him. He snapped out of, looking over at me in a daze.

“Distracted?” I asked, watching his eyes focus on me.

“Just a tad.” He smirked. “Now, shall we continue?” I nodded and he opened the book.

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Loki’s P.O.V

I opened the book, resting a portion on my lap, I held the other portion with my hand, turning the pages gently to find out spot. She leaned in, her face inches from mine. She was definitely raised on Midgard. He thought. Very little sense of personal space. The only time an Asgardian woman got this close was when you courted her.

“I think we were here.” She said softly, putting her hand on the page, her slender finger pointing out the paragraph. He skimmed through it quickly, nodding. She was right. He started reading, getting lost in it. Every now and then he noted something in his head, something he didn’t know about Halflings. He would let her turn the pages, since he knew he was a fast reader.