An Asgardian Supernova [COMPLETED STORY]

Together.

  We woke up the next morning, still in eachothers' arms. Loki and I pulled away from eachother and got up. There were old cells down here so we had each turned one into a bedroom. We decorated them so they each represented ourself. Mine was of course, crimson and black while Loki's was green and black. The jail had a large main room and two wings coming off the sides. We each took a wing so we could have some privacy, but we usually just hung out in the common room. Today was different though. Loki and I spent today mainly apart from eachother, and I think I knew why. We fell asleep holding hands. That's what couples do. Loki and I weren't like that. We were best friends, nothing more. We never would be. Loki and I didn't do that kind of stuff. We've never had a significant other. We didn't feel love that way, and I never planned to.

  The day was boring. Loki spent most of his time in his room. We were just caught up in the moment. I walked around my room aimlessly. What should I do? Loki needed time, so I would give it to him. I picked up a book and read it for who knows how long. It was the thickest book I've ever picked up in my life. I finally looked up from it because my eyes hurt and I saw him standing in the doorway.
  "How long have you been standing there?"
  "Not long."
  "Oh okay. Need something?"
  "No, I just wanted to check in on you."
  "Oh oka-"
  I was cut off by Loki walking in and sitting next to me and pulling me into a hug.
  "Are you okay Loki?"
  He pulled away from me. He looked hurt. Pained.
  "I'm okay. I'm just really happy you're back Nova."
  "I'm happy I'm back too."

  We spent the rest of the night in Loki's room. We talked on and on about anything and everything. My stomach felt like it had butterflies in it. Why? I shouldn't be nervous around this man. My best and only friend. I tried to shake the feeling but it wouldn't go away. I ended up ignoring it and pretending it wasn't there. Nothing would change between Loki and I. We would be toxic together. We've tried to kill eachother. We fight too much. We're both too stubborn. It would never work between us. We'd tear eachother apart. I'm sure Loki knew this too. Feelings always had to ruin everything. Why couldn't everything just go back to the way it was when we were kids?

  We tried to act like nothing was different, but someone had to address the elephant in the room. As if he read my mind, which I don't doubt he did, he said,
  "Nova nothing's going to change. I know it's what we both want. We can do stuff like that and be fine okay?" That's everything I wanted to hear. I squeezed his hand and wet started laughing. When we were kids we used to sleep in the same bed, hold hands running through the gardens, we just grew up. We would always be friends and nothing more, nothing less.

  We played card games and read stories all day long. I felt like a kid again. Like I was 6 again. I remember that day all those years ago when I met Loki and Thor for the first time in the park. My father told me I could go out and admire the city. I wandered into a park and saw two boys who looked to be a few years older than I was. They were 8 year old Loki and Thor, of course, I didn't know that yet. I walked up to them and they let me sit with them. Soon, it began to get dark so I had to return home. I told my father all about my new friends and the next day he let me go visit them. I walked to where they told me to go, the palace. It was massive. I walked in and requested to see the Queen. She was very kind, I introduced myself and she called for the boys. We spent the whole day playing. From then on, I spent all my free time there. When we were teenagers, Loki and I had the most fun. We'd prank people and annoy Thor. That's when we grew closer than ever, around when I was 14. Loki is 2 years older than I am. He was 16 and he always acted like he knew so much more than I did, which was and still is the main reason at fight. We're still young. I'm 25 and Loki is 27, in Earth years though. Our little home got dark so we made our way to the common room.

  The common room was the easiest place to light up, especially with a fire. I snapped just like last night and a fire appeared from thin air. Loki had never had s'mores before so of course we made those. On Earth, Kat, Claire and I would roast the marshmallows over my stove, since it was a gas one. We made them all the time, so I thought Loki and I could do it. He kept burning the marshmallows so I helped him out. When he was eating it he kept complaining about how sticky it was and what a mess it was making. We laughed and ate the gooey treats for hours until we were exhausted. I was laying in Loki's lap and he was leaning against the wall. He couldn't be comfortable so I went to move but he put his hand on my indicating that he was fine. His skin was always so cold. He was a frost giant of course but still. I've only ever seen him in his frosty form once when we were younger. I made myself look blue that day because he was upset that he wasn't totally Asgardian. I made him feel better that day. My brain had so many thoughts rushing through it but I was exhausted. Eventually, I fell asleep in Loki's arms yet again.

  This morning was so much less awkward than yesterday. I made some food and we sat down at the table Loki made. We haven't seen daylight in 5 days, I was getting a little restless and Loki was too. We had to get out of here, but frankly, we couldn't. The minute we left we'd be back in prison. We could teleport but only on Asgard, so there wasn't much of a point in that. I wanted to see what read happening in the palace, in the city. I needed to know. I felt so isolated down here. Of course, it was fun being down here with Loki, running from the law. But really, we wouldn't be welcome in public again. We'd be thrown in the slammer. Would Thor rat us out if we contacted him? I don't think he would. Sure, he's on the road to bring King but he's the reason I'm in this mess.
  "Loki?"
  "Yes?"
  "I think we should contact Thor. He can get us out of this mess."
  "He'll tell my father Nova."
  "But what if I can get him not to?"
  "And how do you suppose you do that?"
  "Well, let's just say I made friends with this nice lady named Jane Foster."