Emprise [Fólkvangr End, Book 2][Loki Fanfiction]

Chapter Eighteen - Frábær

Author's Note: HELLO AGAIN. So, now I am officially done with my freshman year of college and now have a surplus of time to write! WOO! Good news for all of us! So, of course, things are going be moving forward again, finally. I'm sure I've warned about the darker tone of this book...but, just a reminder of that. Also, I will be gone for four weeks from June to July acting Shakespeare professionally (AHHHH!) and I don't know if I'll have WiFi, but I'll keep you guys updated on that! Now, enough ado about all this and onto the chapter, which will hopefully bring you guys some joy, finally! <3

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Chapter Eighteen - Frábær, or Great 

“What a piece of work is man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties,” I sing quietly to Loki as I rest my head upon his lap. In my hands I fiddle with long blades of grass, stripping the blades into smaller strips, looping the ends together. 

“Those words are poetic. What are they?” he asks and I smile up at him, wrinkling my nose in amusement.

“Technically, it’s Hamlet. But the song is from Hair,” I explain, knowing it’s sort of moot.

Loki ponders this for a moment, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Valkyrie, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”

I sit upright and grab his face in my hands, kissing his lips fervently. He laughs under my kisses, but accepts them all the same. “Perhaps,” he muses, “perhaps I should recite Midgardian verse to you more often.”

“Hamlet is one of my favorites…” I trail off. “You needn’t another way into my heart, my love. But it is terribly attractive when you recite Shakespeare to me.”

He kisses me again and pulls me up so that I am sitting in his lap, our lips still closely adhered. I don’t ever want to let him go. That is until he gasps and black vines burst forth from the ground and wrap around him, consuming him, pulling him away from me. 

Just like every other night. The same nightmare, night after night. Happy memories of Loki tainted by the inky black vines that pull him away from me. I don’t know what they mean, but I am in no mood or state of mind to figure it out. 

I roll onto my back and wipe the tears from my eyes as I lay there, staring up at the ceiling. There is a knock at the door and my heart skips a beat irrationally, despite knowing who I want will not be at the door. Stupid heart.

I slide out of bed and open the door to one Jane Foster. And, as fate would evidently have it, future queen of Asgard. I smile through my yawn, “Hey, Jane!”

Her own returning smile is faint. “Valkyrie…can I come in?”

“Um, yeah…” I drift off, taking a glance over my shoulder to survey the state of my room. There are a lot of clothes…sort of everywhere. I scurry over to the two chairs set around my table and relieve them of their temporary drapings, tossing the dresses onto my bed. “Have a seat!”

Jane sits, slowly and deliberately. We sit across from one another in a lengthy bout of silence as I take her in. She looks exactly the opposite of how I feel, and yet, there is something in her eyes that screams of something wrong. She fiddles with her dress, a stunning cornflower blue, trimmed with gold. I watch her and wait for her gaze to meet mine again.

“Have you eaten anything today? I could arrange for us to have some food?” I propose, trying to break the tension. I mean, certainly she cannot be mad at me. I’ve done nothing wrong…to her…lately…I don’t think.