Giftless

Chapter 42

You found out early the next morning why Frigga had been so insistent that you needed to get back to bed. And why she had insisted you needed proper rest. Loki shook and prodded and pestered you awake in the morning. He had to fight through the sleeping potion to get you awake and out of bed. He had to threaten to dump you in a pond outside to wake you up before you finally stood on your own. He steered you to the bathroom and told you that you would feel better after a bath. The hot water did help wash the last of the sleep away.

Loki had left an outfit on the counter outside of the bath for you. You smiled at his thoughtfulness and put on the clothes he had provided. You were surprised that the outfit was was much simpler than yesterday's fancy dress. It was a simple blue tunic and soft black leggings. You ran a bit of magic through your hair to dry it and went to go find your Loki.

He was waiting for you on the couch in his sittingroom reading a book, as per usual. He looked up when you came in and gave you a beaming smile. "Feeling better?" he asked. You nodded; the shower really had helped. He motioned for you to join him on the couch. You kissed him first, but then sat next to him. "Turn around," he told you, taking your shoulders and shifting you so your back was to him. He ran his long thin fingers through your hair and slowly began to braid it, talking as he did. "Mother's potions pack quite punch even for us. I'm not sure she took into account that you're human when she prepared the one for you. I'm glad she was at least not too far off in the preparation. I'll have to let her know she made it a bit too strong for you though. When I was young, I thought it was a punishment for having to be dragged back to bed to have to take one of her sleeping potions. I realized eventually that she intended it as a kindness to make sure I actually got some sleep." You heard the fond smile in his voice. You also didn't mind that he was braiding your hair, it seemed to soothe him and he was surprisingly good at it. You ended up with it braided back away from your face with the rest hanging in loose curls down your back. "We have just enough time to get breakfast before your appointment." He announced when he was finished with your hair.

"What appointment?" you asked, confused. He hadn't told you about any appointments.

He sighed and hesitated, but finally answered when you wouldn't give up. You could stare him into giving up and that was the skill you used not. "I am taking you to see the soul healer," he finally said. He must have sensed your reluctance to go along with that plan. Smart man.

"Loki, I don't need a shrink. I'm fine," you told him heatedly. It wasn't acceptable to openly see psychiatrists on Earth. It showed weakness. At least that's what you'd always believed.

"Darling, I love you dearly, but you are not ok. There is no shame in not being ok. I feel the wounds on your soul and I feel your heart bleeding. If the wounds were on your flesh instead, you would not deny that you must see a healer." His tone was gentle and kind. He was coaxing and you knew you were going to fail. "You might complain about having to stay in the hospital, but you would not deny that you needed to be there," he added with a smirk. Your hatred of the hospital was legendary.

You sighed. "Fine," you finally replied. You didn't have a choice especially since he was right. "But I'm not going to like it," you grumbled instead of laughing. His face fell and he looked sad. You felt bad instantly, he had only been trying to help. "I'm sor-"

"No, darling. You are correct. You will not like it," he said sadly. He pulled you into his arms for his reassurance instead of your. He shook off the mood quickly and stood, pulling you up beside him. "We should go to breakfast before Thor comes looking for us."

You laughed and took his hand. "You could stop Thor with magic," you reminded him, curious as to why he never took that action.

Loki sighed heavily and looked grumpy. "I cannot. There are two reasons: firstly, according to Mother and her many lectures of the years, it is against the rules of fair play in brotherly arguments unless he does something truly offensive; secondly and most importantly, my magic does not work against my brothers," he sounded grumpy. You laughed, but filed that piece of information away.