Princess of Frost- Book Two of The Asgardian Avenger (Loki/ Avengers fanfic)

Love

~I got a comment, and I will do the dedication after this chapter because this is a really important one, and I want you lovelies to fully understand it! love - lokikatie~

Katie's POV

When I wake up, I run to the door. Same dream, same reaction, day after day. I thrust open the door,  not even bothering with my boots. In front of the door stands Frigga, looking sad and broken down. I force myself to forget the nightmare, turning my thoughts to her.

She places a hand on my blue arm. "I beg of you, go! Go see him, it will fix this nightmare!"

I look at her, long and hard. Then, I nod and turn to get ready. She sighs in relief, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Thank you, love. Thank you." Seeing her this depressed must have changed something in me. I walk to the bathroom, not caring that ice is all over the floor.

Realization dawns on me as I stare at the cracked mirror. I have not seen my reflection for three months. Three months. I broke the mirror the day Loki came back, not wanting to see the tears on my face. I slide over to a less shattered part of the mirror to look at the tortured soul I've become.

I'm entirely blue, with Jotun lines wrapping around my skin. My eyes are pale blue, not red like Loki's when he is a Frost Giant. White hair that has lost its beautiful, lively curls hangs off my head. And I am malnourished. My ribs stand out, making me feel ugly. I'm not even hauntingly beautiful like Loki is when he is blue,  I'm a wretched beast.

I pull my ghostly hair through a comb, leaving it down. I slide a black dress with dark blue sparkles covering it over my head. The blue, crystal covered gloves shine at me from the counter, beckoning me to put them on. I frown at them, sliding on the boots with lovely embroidery. Lastly, I nestle my silver crown in my hair and pull on my black cloak.

I look out the window, thinking about what to say. The sky is gray, not permittting me a happy ray of early spring sunlight. I sigh, walking to the door. It comes to me that it is very early in the morning, so no one will be in the hallways to disrupt my melancholy peace.

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On my way to the dungeon, I stop by the life tapestries. My tapestry shows my nightmare, Loki's return, and my slowly turning blue. At the bottom, I see me as a beautiful frost giant, not ugly like I really am. I glance at it for a little while longer, then I continue my walk to the dungeon.

My heart rate grows continuously faster as I nearly sprint deeper into the palace. Suddenly I see the enormous door that opens to the dungeon. I set my gloved hand on it, finally pulling the massive door open. Immediately,  I see the enchanted glass cells, each holding a monster or a menace. They stare at me hungrily, black eyes staring into my soul. I straighten my posture, carrying myself like a queen. I walk quickly past them, following the route that I know by heart but never use.

I rush by several cells until I can feel that I'm close. My breath quickens, leaving me desperate to keep it quiet in this silent maze of prison cells. I start to get dizzy and I slow my pace. My palms sweat, making the gloves sticky and uncomfortable. I reluctantly pull them off. If I don't touch anything I will be okay.

Before I know it, I am standing just around the corner from his cell, which is thankfully in a secluded corner. I can sense him, so I know he can feel me. My boots click on the black floor. All of a sudden, I can't handle the slowness that I forced myself into, so I rip off the boots, running and covering the entire hallway in frost. I stop in front of his cell, holding my breath.

He stands right in front of me, looking handsome as ever. He frowns slightly, and I fall to the floor, my palms slamming into the ground, coating the ground in frosty patterns. I look at him, wanting to hug him, scream, and cry hard. His face softens into a look of sadness.

"Look at this hideous beast," I whisper, standing. The words come from nowhere,  tumbling out.

"I'm an awful, wretched creature who freezes everything because I lost control." Tears sting my eyes. Loki looks at me, and I feel embarrassed.

"But you are always beautiful to me," Loki whispers, and I want to hold him close.

"Why don't you hate me?" he asks, and I can feel my heart break. He thinks everyone hates him just because he wanted to be loved.

"You did what you did because you wanted to be loved in a new way. As a king, with me as your queen. Loki, I can't be mad at you for a prince's natural want," I say, and I can almost see the huge weight being lifted off his shoulders.

"But I ruined your chance at having a good relationship with the Migardians, " he says. Loki's voice is so full of regret.

"I don't mind. Now I'm going to live longer than them, so my relationships with Asgardians are the most important." It hurts me to say this, because I really won't have a relationship with them anymore.

"So you still love me?" When he says this, I want to break the glass, to hold him, to tell him that I will never stop loving him.

I nod, placing my hands against the glass. The frost spreads around me, but it doesn't block my view of Loki. I wish with all my heart that I could stand with him, and I teleport into the cell. Loki looks at me, and I wrap my arms around him. He holds me tight, kissing me. I bury myself in his arms, feeling something I haven't felt for a long time. I know something deeply in my heart.

I love Loki.

I love Loki.

And he loves me.