The Old Gods | Book 2

Nineteen: Gods of Asgard

Silence. It dreaded the air space of the small quinjet. The tension so tight Tony Stark can feel it pressing down on his chest even without his suit. It was so tense it felt like his breathing was disturbing the two gods. They sat on opposite sides facing each other. A wife SO angry with her husband. A god, thought dead, now returned alive!

Silence.

It was dead silent. Dreary and thick. The soft hum of the jet is the only pacifier.

Sigyn's mind is in turmoil. A war within itself. Confusion, sadness and anger all at once. Her late husband is sitting directly across from her. Staring her down with his eyes. She can't look at him. Her eyes only made it halfway up his torso before she looked away. She can't stand the thought that after all this time he is alive.

He has been alive for these past years and let her suffer for it. How could he... Not once did he try to come home or contact her. Maybe he didn't want to. Maybe he wanted to leave and wanted to keep it like that.

(No.)

It doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense anymore.

(He is alive, you should be grateful.)

(I can't be.)

He cannot be real and all of this is a dream. Sigyn nodded. Yes. That has to be it. She will wake up any moment in her bed in Asgard. Her fingers curled around the seat, nails tapping deeply into the underneath of the bucket seat of the jet. Ohh, she could lunge across the small space between them and drive a knife right through his heart—

(Do it.)

Her eyes stopped just at his chin. Had he spoken? It didn't seem like anybody was phased by it. Finally, the tension is broken and it is like they can all breathe again without the heavens coming down on them.

Loki's eyes have not left her. Not once wavering. If he could take away his ability to blink just to look at her uninterrupted he would. He gazed upon her beauty in which he had almost forgotten. There was a certain glow to her that made him want to want her even more. A soft and gentle glow. So ever loving.

He wanted her to look at him.

He NEEDED her to look.

Natasha Romanoff who sits on the pilot's seat of the jet adjusted herself to suit the right tension at the moment. "Has he said anything?" Nick Fury's voice said in her ear.

"Not a word." she softly, replied, scared that even talking would trigger a bad reaction. It just felt wrong right now.

Steve Rogers leaned over to Tony Stark thinking the two gods couldn't hear them. "I don't like this." he informed.

Tony shot him a sullen look. "What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily, or Game of Thrones who suddenly showed back up coincidently after all this time hiding?"

"I don't remember it being ever that easy." said Steve. "This guy packs a wallop. And I don't think she's all that bad. Reports showed she worked with Shield and was looking for a way to bring her husband back."

"Maybe she succeeded and didn't tell us." Tony stated. "Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow." Tony replied. "What's your thing? Pilates?" he questioned.

Steve's brows come together. "What?"

"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple of things, ya know? Doing time as a Cap-sicle."

Steve blinked unamused by his little joke. He stared for a few more seconds long. "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in." he changed the subject of conversation.