The Sacrifice: Forgotten | Loki | Book 1

Chapter 20: The Lost Prince

(Loki's/Tom's P.O.V.)

After I awoke, I went freshening up in the bathroom and noticed that Caroline must have cleaned away the shards. I was such an idiot.

It was awfully embarrassing to have no control over myself. It was embarrassing to be mentally labile and unpredictable. That made me so furious, I clenched my fists and closed my eyes. After counting to ten, I relaxed. I washed my face and smiled about the fact that the cuts had already healed since they were not too deep, and that was one of the rare moments I was glad that I was a god.

Oh, the whole god-thing... What a foolery!

I still wanted to find out more before attempting to tell Caroline. For example, I wanted to know what my real name was and what kind of god I was. It was mentally hard to believe Sigyn as I was so disgusted by the creature she was sketching, that I could not believe it was me.

After all, according to her, I was a bloody liar, a manipulator who committed an abuse of power. I was everything but sincere, I was far away from innocence and kindness.

But was I like that? I did not feel like she described me. I did not feel like a liar or a manipulator. So I should not believe her - should I? After all, they always say 'believe your heart'....

Calling me 'the most confused man on earth' was anything but a lie.

"Dude! What's taking so long? You can rouge outside the bathroom!" Xenia shouted from outside and hammered on the door. I smiled and thought of taking very long willfully.... But I did not want to have quarrels with her again, so I opened the door as she was about to knock again.

Unfortunately, she hit my face instead, and it hadn't been her fist. Xenia had been knocking with a wooden brush, and had just hurled it right at my nose. I heard a cracking sound. Dammit!

"Ow!" I groaned backing away and holding my nose with my hands. She realized what she had done and burst out laughing - of course.

"Oh my - gosh! I'm so s- EHEHEHEHE!" She could not even construct a coherent sentence and her face was crimson, but she managed to put a hand on my shoulder and calm down a little.

"Okay - alright, I - I've calmed myself. I swear, I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to open the door... Let me see your nose." She said and attempted to remove my hand. I pushed her hands gently away, saying:

"No, no, that won't be necessary, I am fine. You do not have to look at it." But of course she would not listen to me, so she kept trying.

"Come on, it won't hurt!"

"Please, my nose is uninjured - "

"Yeah, yeah, tell that to yo grandma." She was having her revenge - her hands began tickling me. And I would lose. I was not built to withstand such an assault. My hands immediately left my face and grasped hers.

"How does it feel to taste your own medic- holy mother of god. " She hesitated gaping at my face. I did not understand. What could be distracting her? At worst she would see me bleeding, so -

Dammit!

"Xenia, I know what you think now and I swear it is not what it looks like." I told her quickly. She was breathing heavily and slowly freed her hand, reaching out with it until she touched my bloodstained face. Then, she withdrew and stared at it.

"Why is it... golden?" She gasped out. I looked at her, thinking about a lie.... Ah, there we go again. I was a liar.

"Um, 'tis an incurable disease, you know - I discovered it a while ago and Caroline already knows." I lied.