L . Laufeyson ★ Loki X Reader Oneshots

Write-tober day 5: Raging waters

▷ "How does it feel to be so important?" 

▷Write-tober cram day: 5

▷Notes: I'm dealing with some stuff. I haven't been eating but I don't particularly want to delve deeper into that. I will make up all the days even if they don't fall on the correct day.-Eira

▷Word of the day: witch, spirit and coal.

It was thrilling being a spirit.

Your whispers took  shapes as breezes or soft winds and your smiles parted the clouds above letting sunlight shine through.

Like clock work you would change the seasons putting things into place and setting the stage for all the differing spirits to start their own work. In spring you made flowers bloom, summer you maintained them, fall they wilted and winter you sent snow and cold air to the mortals.

Many of the spirits disliked the mortals, the animal spirits the most. Saying that they didn't appreciate their work or that they always ruined the habitats you worked so hard on making. Yet you quite liked the mortals, they were small and cute. Fragile and weak whether they knew or not. 

You liked that they had holidays celebrating every season or that they planted gardens and harvested pumpkins. You liked that they wore clothes when you had no need and that they were so judgmental of their own kind for silly reasons. They were so funny and hung up on insignificant things, wars, fighting, all so trivial and silly. Still, you yearned to meet one up close, to feel them and to touch them. They were fascinating and you didn't understand much about them aside from what the animal spirits told you when you spoke to each other.

That's why you took this form, that of a mortal, however you didn't concern yourself with mortal problems. What the other spirits called anger or fear you had never felt and didn't quite understand. Clothes were confusing when you were made to be bare before your creation. You had never fought before and you had never felt love, you had felt admiration and respect but never what the flowers told you was love.

The animal spirits took the form of many differing animals, the elders were bears and always spoke to you politely when they saw you at work. The others were either small creatures or big depending on status, they had organization and numbers you couldn't imagine. You shared the same habitats but you also had no home, your work was never done and you could never stay in one place like the flowers and trees or animals could.

Because you were the last seasonal spirit left and that's why you were so careful. Sometimes in the dead of night, you would creep into their mortal towns and see the mortals basking in your work. They would drink and be merry in the colder months, spending the most time with their families while in the warmer months they went their separate ways to spend time and converse with other mortals.

You never knew why this was, you never knew why they celebrated but you still liked the pretty lights and their laughter. The wind carried you back word of them and you heard every time they complained of the heat or the cold, it hurt you when they were not pleased with your creation. If that was what could be described as sadness, it made you feel like your job was not of importance and that you had hurt the mortals you enjoyed.