Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 18

You stared wide eyed at the canopy.

You had suspected the answer, but that didn't make it any more believable. Loki is Laufey's son. Oh my God. I should have. . .

Known? Really? Should you have really known that Loki was the rightful heir to Jotunheim? Who could have assumed that, in your position?

It made a certain amount of sense though. Loki wasn't bothered by the cold to an extent that was ridiculous. Perhaps that's why he killed Laufey in the first place. To assume the throne? But hadn't he also tried to blow this cursed planet up? Was that before or after he found out he was the rightful king of it?

"You're not going to say anything?"

His voice brought you back to the present. You sat up and crawled to the end of the bed, tossing aside the curtains and looking down at him. He was laying on his bed, arms resting across his stomach, one leg propped up. He met your gaze, searching for a reaction in your eyes. Your emotions were a blank void.

Your mind, however, was working fast. "You're a Jotun king, by blood. Irina. . . She said something about royal blood. You're it. I mean, you have it. You knew this. You must have. Why didn't you say anything to me then?"

He remained quiet. What was he supposed to say? I was afraid, he thought. I still am. Yet the words stuck in his throat. 

This allowed you to go on making your accusations aloud. "Valgard is your blood uncle! And you said nothing? You were Jotun the whole time, and you went on without mentioning this to me? Come to bloody think of it, you still haven't told me what your visions were about."

He didn't particularly want to discuss those either. "I'm sorry," was all he could think to say.

"You're sorry? I have been honest with you the whole time, Loki! I've told you everything I thought might help us. You're a war criminal, and I decided against my best judgement to trust you with my life. Granted, I didn't have too much of a choice, but I. . . I thought you trusted me too, at least a little bit."

Did he? He thought he had come to, 'at least a little bit.' He didn't even hate your company anymore. When had that changed? He brushed this thought aside and opened his mouth to speak. You cut him off. "Can we at least talk about the fact that our nemesis, to put it dramatically, is your cousin? I know you didn't really lie to me, but I feel lied to by the absence of the truth. Maybe it wasn't relevant when we met, but now? Royal blood, you ass! That's relevant for some reason, and you could have bloody said something about it! You had ample opportunity." 

You sat back on your heels, breathing in an effort to calm down again. Loki stood to be able to see you. His arms were crossed defensively, and you could tell by the stirring sickess he was feeling that he was unusually uncomfortable.  He started pacing. "I apologize for not telling you about my heritage when it became relevant. I should have. But. . . I don't. . . I didn't realize. . . .I hadn't. . . . see, the thing is. . .I. . . . "

Your own rage burned out as you felt a familiar controlled anger manifested in your chest. Your eyes widened in realization. "You haven't known for very long, have you?"

He paused, daring to look at you long enough to meet your stare and shake his head. 

"I'm so sorry," you whispered, horrified by your own indelicacy. "Oh, jeez. I didn't know. I'm so sorry. Do you. . . . want a hug?"

You stared at each other for a moment. Loki's expression of pure confusion was genuine. "Are you being serious?"

"Yes?"