My Sweet Flame

Chapter 49. Clouds

"I should probably get down to the Dining Hall to see Frigga." I sighed, pulling away from him.

He nodded, "Go then, I'll be in the Wreck Room when you return."

"And I should probably put some make up on before going so I don't look like death." I started to get up.

He pulled me back down, "You don't need it, Darling. You are beautiful, just the way you are."

"Okay, then. Because you requested it, I won't." I smiled at him and stroked his cheek one last time before getting up and going towards the door.

"Y/N," He called softly from behind me. I stopped and turned to him as I opened the door, "Thankyou." He smiled. I nodded, returning his smile, and pulled the door shut.

I quickly made my way towards the Dining Hall, taking a seat next to Frigga.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming." She smiled.

I opened my mouth to say something, but she stopped me.

"It's alright, Dear. Thor told me," She motioned to the food on the table, "Eat, Y/N. You must be starving."

We ate, and she led me out into the corridor to talk.

"Thor told me of his plan, As my husband's advisor, I can switch things around a bit, but I can't promise anything. Three weeks at most, a month perhaps." She smiled.

I hugged her, "Thank you!"

"Of course, my dear." She paused, pulling away from me, "Now, I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it, but do you remember those facials I used to give you as a little girl?"

"The bubble ones? The ones that make you look like a cloud?" I laughed.

"Yes, those." She smiled, "You should think of creating a cloud out of my son to keep him out of trouble."

"I like it!" I smirked, already picturing it, "Any other thoughts?" I paused, "Something simple? Making up for lost time type stuff?"

"Hmm....." She thought for a moment, "Try building a pillow-fort." She motioned to the Dining Hall, where the laughter of the King and his son could be heard, "I used to do that with him." She paused, "You could read to him." She suggested, "Tell him terrible jokes and deliver them in strange voices. Watch the sunset, cuddle with him." She patted my arm. "You'll think of something, Dear."

She walked off towards the library, and I started towards the Wreck Room. Reluctantly, I pulled myself into Loki's thoughts to spot his location. He was, in fact, where he said he'd be. On one hand, he was using a waffle iron with ease, on the other, his thoughts were of me. Curious, I let my mind stay connected to his, being careful not to have thoughts of my own, as they might run together.

Does she-Well- I mean, sure, she thinks of me, but what does she think of? A murderer? A monster? She says that I'm not a monster, but she could by lying. No, she doesn't lie...When she does, it's obvious, but some days it is hard to tell due to the cheeky smile that rests on her beautiful features. How I wish she would never have to question my passion, my loyalty, my love for her. I could and would destroy realms just for her, My Sweet Darling Y/N. Her stubborn, yet kind heart would never allow such vengeance, no matter how many I would kill to keep her near me. Near me for centuries to come, to marry her, perhaps even start a family.

A scene went through his head. I was chasing a small child through the halls of the castle, an emerald green dress flowing flawlessly behind me along with my long hair, a crown tucked into my locks. The child was a young girl, full of life and laughter, with dark hair and a light, flowery dress, running quickly along the golden tiles, Loki's scepter clutched in her small hands. Suddenly, he came around the pillar in front of her, scooping her up. He gave her a big kiss on the forehead and quickly handed the scepter off to me, saying, "And How is my favorite little princess?"
The little girl giggled, "Father, I'm your only princess."
"Of course," He smiled at her, cupping his other arm around me, "Nicely done, My Queen." He whispered, kissing the side of my temple.