Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

20

I wake up by myself in the bed, Loki nowhere to be seen. I stare at the ceiling for a bit, idly wondering where the hell he is. I become aware of the sound of running water, and smile. Mystery solved.

I can't be bothered getting up yet, and glancing at the clock I see we have an hour and a half until we have to leave, so I turn over and pull the covers up over my shoulders, curling into a snug position. I keep listening to the water until it shuts off abruptly, then I listen to the fan in the bathroom as Loki dries himself. At least I assume that's what he's doing.

"Are you awake?" he asks softly, leaning over to get a look at my face.

"No," I mumble, turning to face him.

"And people say I'm the Prince of Lies."

"You done with the shower?" I sit up, ignoring his comment.

"It would appear so," he shrugs, going over to where he left his clothes last night and pulling them on. I swing my legs over the side of the bed with a groan and go into the bathroom, turning on the water then going back out into the other area to get my clothes.

I dump them on the sink and step into the shower, looking around for any soap. There's no shampoo or conditioner, so I just end up rubbing the little lump of white stuff over my head in an attempt to wash my hair, but I think I'm just making the damage worse. I let the hot water cascade over my body, washing the suds down over my face, neck, back and legs. With a sigh, I turn off the tap and step out, towelling my hair roughly then doing the same to the rest of me.

I put my clothes on, staring at my rather depressing reflection. Bags under my eyes, dull skin, and hair that looks like a cross between fibreglass shards and ramen noodles. Combined with my homeless person clothes and piercings, I'm surprised the manager even let us in last night. I turn away from the mirror, cursing myself for not remembering to get toothbrushes and toothpaste from Cambria. I guess we'll just have to go without, which is gross.

"You still wanna know what fuck means?" I ask over a breakfast of... baked beans.

"Yes," Loki says immediately, "are you planning on telling me?"

"It's complicated," I yawn, "it's a curse word, so you can use it as an adjective and an interjection. But I can be a noun, and you can use it with other insults, and it's a verb."

"What a remarkably versatile word," he remarks.

"I know," I smile, "best word ever."

"So what does it actually mean?"

"Well as an adjective it's kind of like stupid I guess," I frown, "as a noun with other insults it's just an insult, like fuckwit or motherfucker. Um, as a verb it basically means have sex. So you can say fuck you, go fuck yourself, fuck this, fuck me, you get the gist. But it doesn't always mean literally."

"I..." he trails off, at a loss for words. I think I did a pretty good job of explaining my favourite swear, although I didn't quite do it justice.

"Fuck it," I sigh, "you kinda gotta learn through experience."

"I've know you a long time, (Y/N)," he says, "and I don't remember when you didn't use Midgardian curses. I think I've had plenty of experience."

"What did the other Asgardian royals think of you running around with a servant girl who cursed like a Midgardian?" I laugh, genuinely curious.

"They disapproved greatly," he smiles, "but it didn't matter. When we started to get older they tried to stop you from staying in my quarters, afraid that we were more than friends."

"But we never listened," I grin, "I know that much."

"Of course not," he scoffs.

"I was thinking," I say softly, "last night."

"About?"

"Asgard. I miss it, Loki. I miss my old life."

"I know you do."

"I think we could go back," I murmur.

"But you said yesterday..."

"I know, but I think we could make something work. I mean, until recently everyone thought you were dead, right? I was charged with your murder."

"But New York..."

"I know, but something tells me that wasn't your plan. Not twisted and devious enough, not enough double crossing to be you."

"I don't know whether to take offense at that," he laughs, "but you're right. It wasn't my plan."

"Who's was it?"

"Nobody important," he murmurs, and I shrug. If he doesn't want to tell me, he won't tell me.

"Ok," I say, "we could go today. Now, even." I get up, going to rinse my bowl.

"We can't. Not now, not in the middle of a motel room."

"That's not what I..." I stop, rolling my eyes at his grin. "You know what I mean."

"Yes," he grows serious, "yes I can see your point, but what makes you sure that Heimdall will even open the Bifrost for us? You're banished."

"I know," I bite my lip, "but you can like... you could get us in, right?"

"...yes..."

"Then we're set!" I clap my hands together, walking briskly towards the bags dumped in the corner.

"Wait," Loki grabs my arm, spinning me to face him. "I know you want to go home, I do too, but we have to properly think about this. Make a plan."

"I've got a plan," I shrug, "get up there, get into the palace, live happily ever after. Sound good?"

"And how are you planning on getting into palace?"

"Disguises," I roll my eyes.

"Right. So we're going to use the Bifrost to get up to Asgard where we will disguise ourselves as ordinary citizens in order to infiltrate the palace, then we can work out what to do from there."

"That's what I said, isn't it?" I smile broadly, picking up my bag and keys. Loki sighs, taking the remaining bag on the floor.

"Love, you realise we can't bring your motorcycle?" he says, eyeing the keys in my hand.

"I..." I look down at them, the optimism I was feeling about our plan suddenly dissipating. "I know," I say quietly, "I think I'll hide her so that if I ever come down here again she'll be waiting for me."

"We'd better get going then," he holds the door for me, and I smile as I go out to my bike for what may well be one of the last times, shoving our stuff in the storage.

We're going home, home to Asgard.