Silvertongue & Golden Wordsmith (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 31 Unexpected Visitors Pt.1

"Loki-,"

"Stop it," Loki quickly stopped her. "Get out of my house."

"I've come to bring you home," she said.

"Who sent you?" Loki scowled, "Everyone thinks I'm dead."

"You are living with a Vanir goddess," the lady said, "of course we would know, even if the Asgardians are so gullible as to believe you're dead again."

"Get out," Loki said again, "I'm better off dead. Asgard is better without me, anyway."

"Poor thing," she said, "you are beginning to sound like a local. You know that is not true," the lady said. She tried stepping closer to Loki but he stepped away. She held out a hand and he flinched.

"Don't touch me," he snapped.

"Loki," the lady cooed, stepping forward again, "you know i wouldn't hurt you."

"I said get off," Loki said.

"You don't belong here," she said, "listen to me, you will be safer in Asgard with me."

"FREYA ENOUGH!" Loki yelled.

Freya stepped back, but she smiled. "There is the young Aesir I remember," she said.

"Why did you do that?" Loki asked, his voice back down to a deathly calm tone. "You used your charm over me, I could feel it. You almost made me your slave Freya."

"I know," she said, more curious than angry, "tell me, what snapped you out of it? I could tell i had you between my fingertips."

"You're not my only friend anymore Freya," Loki said.

"Yes, the scribbler," Freya mused, "how is my little Vanir sister?" she asked.

"You don't care," Loki said, "I don't need to read your mind either, its' written on your face."

Freya smiled. She was the goddess of beauty, Loki had known that since the day they'd become friends. It was only now he noticed that her beauty tended to hide her own apathy for others. He knew things about Freya, things even Odin would have nightmares about, but he didn't need to use them against her yet. She still assumed he was using Halldora to hide from the other gods, so his Lady Wordsmith was safe for now.

"I am curious," Freya continued, "what makes her so special? They call her the fallen goddess you know. I pity her, stuck in this realm with these piddling creatures and customs for company." She poked at a frying pan on the kitchen sink and grimaced in disgust.

"She's not stuck here," Loki said, gritting his teeth, "and you shouldn't pity her."

"Do not tell me you are actually fond of the poor thing," Freya said.

"Freya," Loki warned, "I want you to leave. Please."

Freya looked shocked, though it was clear she was just teasing him. "Your magic is rusty, it's funny," she smiled, "you could not make me if you tried."

"I promised I wouldn't," Loki said, "but I will use other means if I have to."

"Do not bother," Freya said, "I would not want you to hurt yourself. Besides, your new little friend will probably persuade you to leave herself, considering."

"Considering what?"

"Oh nothing," she breezed it off.

"Freya, what have you done?" Loki asked.

"Hmm, I could do two things for you," she said, "but I will only do one. Either I do not tell the Aesir where you are, leaving you here, or I tell you what is happening with the Vanir girl," she said.

Loki thought for a long time. He was worried about Halldora, paralysingly so, but he would never see her again if the Aesir caught him. And there's no way they'd let her marry him. He sighed.

"Don't tell anyone where I am," Loki said.

Freya giggled. "Good luck, sneaky boy," she smiled.

"Get out Freya." Loki said. This time, for the first time since she'd arrived she listened to him. She didn't need the Bifrost to move, which Loki was happy about. But she'd also shaken him, dread creeping inside him and settling on his heart.