Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 17

If I were an emotionally raw witch with a temper who had just had the cap on my emotional trauma stabbed, where would I go? you thought, without conclusion. You dubbed it down to a simpler status. If I felt angry and vulnerable, what would I do?

Go some place you thought no one would be likely to run into you.

You sighed, coming up with only one spot to go where your scared-of-heights-soulmate would be unlikely to look for you. 

"Excuse me," you said nervously, approaching a guard who stood just outside the dining hall. He was terrifyingly tall, as all frost giants were, and he looked mean as hell. He turned to you. You could not tell what facial expression he might have been making. His countenance was covered in scars. You coughed, hoping he was disinclined to murder you on principle. "Um, is there a guard walk on the top of this tower? Maybe an unoccupied lookout post?"

He continued to simple stare at you. "English? Skilja?" You said clumsily. 

The guard raised his scarred brow in a look of vague surprise, and said something that was totally lost on you. You were in the middle of miming a guard walk using your arm and strolling two fingers along it's leghth when a gruff laughing sounded from behind you. You and the helpless guard turned to look.

Two more guards, evidently trading posts, had come down the corridor. The one who had laughed said, "Ingrag speak no common tongue. But you know this now, eh?" He laughed again, saying something in that guttural language to the guard you had been trying and failing to communicate with. Ingrag, as his name was, scurried off, seemingly relieved.

You turned to the other guard. He was looking you over interestedly. "What it is that you need, little person? Don't look so frightened! Not like I try to kill you, eh?"

You swallowed, shaking off your nerves. You repeated your question to this guard, who spoke passable English. 

 "Yes, yes, guard posts up top. But why you want get there, little person? Is cold outside. Your body weak, yes? Okay, I take you. As you will, eh?"

You thanked him, and he spoke to the guard who had come down to change shifts with him. This one shrugged, and kept moving along the corridor off in the direction he had originally intended. 

Blessedly, your guide did not make broken conversation the whole way up to the guard posts. When you arrived in the night's freezing air, he left you, and you were alone at the top of the tower. Guard posts were lined down a straight path, and thankfully, this tower had actual railings that came up to your waist. The path was lined with small litcrystals. There were no guards on lookout.

You took a deep breath, calmly striding out along the walk way. You found Loki at the very far end, out on the balcony, leaning against the rail like a suicidal crazy person. You slowed as you approached, silent in the night. You could feel that his anger had burned out to a soft smoldering. His jet black hair rustled softly as the cutting wind rustled it, and his features appeared calm. 

You were nervous as you walked nearer, stopping on the threshold where the wall walk met the post's balcony, half hidden behind a support pillar. You had never seen him so angry before. The fact that he was very capable of violence itched at the back of your mind. 

"Is it me you're afraid of?" His soft voice broke the silence. "Or the height?"

You stepped out onto the guard post, trying not to think of how high up you were. "Both," you whispered truthfully. In the quiet, even your whispered seemed obtrusively loud.

For a moment he said nothing. He did not turn to look at you; just continued to stare out into the distance, eyes unfocused. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said at last, voice cold.