Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 19

The horrible screeching stopped.

The falling sensation also stopped. You dared to open your eyes.

To your relief, you found a stone ceiling high above you. You closed your eyes again and breathed deep, calming breaths.

"Are they. . . are they back?"

It was Valgard's voice who spoke.

"I can't tell," a woman's replied. "I thought I saw the girl open her eyes. Maybe I was wrong?"

"Loki?" you whispered, voice weak.

"I'm here," came the tired reply.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you for not wanting to talk about your visions."

You opened your eyes again, looking to your left where Loki lay collapsed beside you. He was soaked in sweat and his skin was pale. You were confident you looked no better. "I can't blame you," he said with something resembling a faint smile. "Not with the usefulness of your visions."

"Are you two alright?" Valgard inquired, confused. After looking at Loki's eyes, you had simply fainted, exactly as he (Loki) had done only a moment prior.

You nodded to the Jotun king, not quite finding the strength to stand. "Just give us a second. I need to. . . breathe."

"Is this a very common occurrence?" The woman asked.

You sighed, looking at Loki. You found him already looking back at you, expression drawn. God, but he looked tired. "We need to stop it," he said, somewhat out of context.

"Stop it?" The female frost giant repeated.

Loki continued to look at you. "We are running out of time," he mumbled. "I know we are."

Your stomach twisted fitfully, and you summoned the mental will to get off the floor. Loki did so too, but more gracefully than your grunting and slouching. You turned to Valgard and his curious húskarl. "Please show us the transcript."

So he did.

You were taken to a room filled from floor to ceiling with papers and books. At the head of the room there was an alter, with a large litecrystal suspended in the air overhead. The glowing gemstone cast light down onto the book that had been laid upon the stand, opened in the center.

It was maybe four pages long.

"That's it?" You exclaimed. "That is the Book Of Providence? That looks like a dishwasher manual! This took all night to translate?"

"I'm afraid most of the ancient text was stolen. Or so the legends say. The supposed theft happened very long ago. What is a 'dishwasher'?" Valgard asked curiously.

"Never mind that," Loki interrupted, moving up the steps to the alter's platform. He neither knew nor cared what a dishwasher was. "What section is this?"

"The text speaks of the Soulbound. And a precious few paragraphs of creation," the male scribe from earlier answered. When had he gotten here? He turned an annoyed look upon you. "And for your benefit, Lady Fulfiller, I'd have you know that the ancient Language of the First One's is both dead and extremely complicated to transcribe into the common tongue. Not only did the juxtaposition of the guttural format--"

It was at this point that you stopped listening. "Yes, yes, very nice. My apologies for my uneducated reaction. Loki, would you please read the skillfully translated version out-loud?"

Loki had to smother a smirk as the scribe gave you a measuring look, unable to decide if you were mocking him. He cleared his throat and read, "And the Mark you shall know shall appear between clasped hands. And they will feel one another as one, hear their voice with clarity, know their heart with their bond, and drown out the other with the same. Those two shall have a purpose to fulfill decreed by Divine law. That purpose shall not be interfered with by outside--" He coughed a little, looking up. "It cuts off?"