a/n I extremely recommend to listen to the song provided! The name of my book has been changed! It was called, " Because i Need you." Thank you for reading this, enjoy the chapter. X
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You looked up at Loki, the information traveling through your head, you then looked down towards your bruised hands and you placed it on top of his.
"I don't understand. I saw you." You quietly said, your furrowed your eyebrows.
"You did not. That was not me, my dear. It was my Father." Loki tried to compact his anger, he slipped his hand out of yours and stood up, his jaw was clenched just as hard as his muscles.
"My father is capable of shape shifting." Loki looked down to the floor with a growl and frustrated eyes.
Thor had already left before the conversation started, to give his respect and privacy to you and his brother, give you to time to reunite, once again.
"We need to see him. Your father." You stuttered, trying to lift your torso off the bed, you winced as the cuts torn and immediately stung, you fell back with Loki's hand behind your lower, lowering you back down to the bed carefully with a hushed tone.
"No. Rest, i will be with you shortly, my dear," Loki put his hand to yours and held it up to his lips, and kissed your hand gently.
"I will talk to him." He gave you a small smile as he then disappeared back passed the curtains.
The depth in the stomach dropped and you missed him already, fearing that you wouldn't see him again, all that had happened made you exhausted and the bruises aches your body to the bone.
You relaxed your muscles as you closed your eyes, breathing deeply as you drifted into the dark ibis of sleep.
Feeling yourself already heal quickly, in the Asgard palace people were healed 10x quicker that what you would have on Earth, because they have things that's the Midgardians don't.
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Loki however, walked through the halls quickly, ignoring all sorts of praise from the guards or civilians that bowed or curtsied towards him, showing their respects.
The echoing of his heavy steps bounced of the golden palace walls, Loki eyes filled with rage and tension as he had to confront his father.
Tasks like these were not his strong point, he was not at all close with Odin and probably never will be.
Loki and Odin never got along, he was always second best, choice or loved, Frigga, on the other hand, loved Loki like her own son, no matter what, and now she's gone, forever in Valhalla.
Loki never liked having talks with his father, more so if he was alone with him, but at this point he didn't care.
People of the palace began to notice how angry Loki was and stepped out his way immediately, they had a strong knowing of what his temper was like, it was dangerous and destructive.
