A Goddess' Love (Loki/OC)

Chapter 7

I drag Loki to the last place within the palace I need to go. The weapons vault.

Finally getting to the chamber I needed, I headed towards the case at the end. My Father's personal weapons. His twin bladed daggers. A pair of them laid there, blood speckled on the blades from the fight that occurred only the other day.

Flipping them in my hands a few times, I put them into a case I had conjured from my bag, before lying the case back into my bag gently.

On the opposite wall, was a bow and a single arrow alongside a thick book containing spells for the dead.

"Loki," I said grabbing his attention from the different weapons, "Can you help? Please?" I asked, flicking through the book.

"How can I assist kitten?" he smirked.

Looking up from the book to shoot him a quick glare, I replied, "The spell, I need...it needs to be cast by two powerful seidr users...and I was hoping you could be the second. The point of this spell, is you cast it upon the bow and arrow and when the time is right, I will shoot it at my Father's dead body, and he will be transformed into a constellation in the sky. It is of course, a tradition to perform this for royals, but that wretched woman has no plans of doing it. So, can you do it with me?"

"Well, yes of course. Anything for you," he smiled.

I feel warmth rush to my cheeks and I turn away to hide my growing grin.

We started the incantations and we had to continue with numerous spells and movements for about 10 minutes before it was ready.

I picked up the arrow and checked that everything was properly done. A silver shimmer from the tip proved to us that me and Loki were indeed powerful enough to cast such a spell from the book for the dead. I shoved the book into my bag, maybe I'll need it later.

Looking back up at Loki, I waved my hand and a cloak appeared from my bag that had a hood large enough to cover my face if I needed to.

"Now, we can go," I smiled taking his hand he held out for me.

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We had decided to walk instead of teleporting. We had spent the time in comfortable silence and me explaining things about my home realm to him and vice versa. We came to a small cliff looking over the river, "This is it," I announce shakily.

Loki reached his hand to my shoulder and squeezed it lightly before running his fingers down my arm to my hand and grabbing it comfortingly. I squeezed it back moving a bit closer to him.

Watching your Father's funeral wasn't the nicest or easiest of things. There weren't many people who shared memories of my Father, and I just wish I was able to have done my own speech.

Tears started to fall down my pale cheeks as the realisation of never hearing or seeing him again.

Loki pulled me into his body, wrapping one of his arms around my waist, and resting his other on my head, and stroking my hair to relax me.

They finally pushed the bed with the King of it into the river and he started to float away.

I was still crying into Loki's shoulder as he held me, soothing me with sweet words.

Pulling away from him and wiping my tears, he waved his hands, and the bow and arrow appeared.

"Are you ok to do it?" Loki asked, placing his hands on the side of my face, "I can do it."

Looking up and meeting his emerald green eyes, I got lost in them. "No. I have to do it. I must be the one to do this."

Grabbing Loki's hand, I teleport us to a closer place to shoot from.

Standing on another rocky cliff, I notice that I have a better, more clear shot from here.

I grab the arrow and wave my hand to conjure a ball of fire, I place the flame upon the end of the arrow and draw the string back. I had one shot to do this, no more chances.

Letting out one single breath, I let the arrow fly.

Everything felt like time slowed down. The arrow flew through the air before landing directly on the bed. It was engulfed in flame, and after a few seconds a shimmer rose from the bed up into the sky, before a new set of stars were evident.

I smiled, glancing at Loki, knowing we had been successful.

An angry shriek pierced through the air and everyone turned to where the arrow had flown from.

As soon as everyone realised it was me they cheered. All but the Queen, who looked angrier than ever.

"Freya!" she screeched, "Get down here. Now!"

Loki grabbed onto my arm, encouraging me lightly, and in a flash we were standing just metres away from my 'mother'.

"What are you doing here?" she snarled.

I glared at her, "What? Am I forbidden to be here now? That's not way to treat a princess."

"You will not speak to your mother that way."

"You're not my mother!" I yelled angrily, silencing everyone around us. Everyone's facial expression flickered through confusion to shock.

"And who's this? Got yourself a toy? He'll never love you, if that's what you want. No one ever will," she smirked.

Loki opened his mouth to say something in retaliation, and I noticed he had drawn his daggers.

I give him a look telling him to stand down, and move so I'm standing protectively in front of him.

"Leave him out of this," I say, "You will not harm him."

She hummed, "Ok, I won't. But I never said anything about not harming you." What is she talking about?

"You see Freya...I wasn't gifted with the use of seidr or the skills you have in fighting. But what I do have...is connections," she said.

She pulled out one of the vials that had been in her chambers earlier. The one she had come to collect.

"This right here, all of the contents of this tiny vial has enough power to kill you, and I intend to make it happen right now."

It must me some type of pre casted curse or something. I have no idea who could have come up with the idea of practising magic of this kind.

"Freya! Get back!" Loki yelled taking a step towards me.

But it was too late.

The wicked woman had let the contents of the vial free and it had struck me like one thousand swords hitting my chest at the same time.

I see a dagger, one of Loki's, fly into her stomach.

I look down to my chest and stomach to see blood seeping from various places.

I staggered a few steps backwards, and collapsed, only to be caught by a pair of strong, masculine arms.

I felt myself getting more tired, and my eyes started to feel heavy.

"No, no, no. Freya. Stay with me. Please, you may not know, but I feel like I need you with me. Please..." someone pleaded.

My vision was going black, and I felt a wetness hit my cheeks and a pair of soft lips touch my forehead.

"Please Freya, stay with me," someone cried.

"Bring us back!" someone called, before my world turned into black.

*Freya's Father's daggers are the ones Loki use in Ragnarok, I'm tying it into the story, so that Freya will give them to him at some stage.

And the effect of the curse is like the sectumsempra spell for any Potterheads out there.