The Adventures of Loki and his Commander

Chapter 16

You stirred in your sleep, on the cusp of waking up. You would have rather just stayed asleep what with how sore your body was but your brain was a flurry of activities. With everything that had happened that day you expected it to be so as well. You groaned a little as you turned on your bed- your body wanting nothing more than to just stay in the warmth of the covers but your brain was not having it, it would seem.

You gingerly opened your eyes, a hand coming up to rub the slumber off of them and you sat up on the bed. Panic instantly flooded your body as soon as you took in your surroundings. You had no idea where you were- this was definitely not Asgard what with all that geometric blue and white wallpaper. Oh that's right; you remembered you were on the garbage planet.

There were two beds in the room you noticed- one of them you yourself were sitting on right on and you instantly calmed down as soon as you saw the other one. You could see Loki was sat on the other bed-his back to you.

"Hey," you spoke, your voice a little low and weak either due to the soreness or the sleep.

Loki turned his head around just a little in acknowledgement, "You're finally up I see."

You could tell there was something wrong as soon as you heard his voice. He sounded nothing like his usual confident and sometimes unbearably annoying self. In fact quite the opposite. He sounded vulnerable and timid. You at once got up from your bed and made your way to his.

Taking a seat beside him on the other bed you asked, "Are you alright, Loki?"

"You're the one who just had a 700 pound piece of junk metal dropped on her from the sky." He spoke plainly, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

You ignored his words knowing something was bothering him, "Loki I'm serious. What's wrong?"

"You should go back and rest, (Y/N) it's been a tiring day-"

"Loki," You said pointedly though tried to keep your tone in check and gentle. "What's wrong?"

He turned to look at you and you were reminded of that moment from before, after he had healed your elbow. You weren't used to genuine looks- ones that weren't playful or annoyed, ones that were serious- that were vulnerable and looking for comfort.

"It's Odin." He finally answered with tears in the corners of his eyes.

You hadn't even thought about that! Some friend you were. You had been too caught up in your own joy at his death however gruesome that thought may seem. Odin's death had brought nothing but relief and delight for you- it brought your damned memories back for gods' sake. You could however only imagine what it brought for Loki.

"Are you sad at about it then?" You asked almost hesitantly. Gods you had no idea how to help someone when they were grieving. But it was Loki so you had to try.

"I don't think so." He responded his eyes moving away from yours again, "I'm........I don't know conflicted?"

He sounded conflicted. Like he was confused and unsure and frustrated.

"It's so stupid," He said and if you didn't know any better you would almost think he was angry at himself. "I shouldn't be anything but relieved about him dying- I hated him, loathed him. After everything he did to me-" His voice broke as a few tears fell down his face and your heart broke at the sight in front of you.

"Loki it's okay," You tried wanting more than anything to just make it okay for him- but you didn't know how, "You had a complicated relationship with your father. You're allowed feel however you want to about it."

"But I don't want to feel anything about it, (Y/N)." He said his voice getting more angrier and louder. You knew the anger wasn't directed at you but you weren't so sure anymore that it wasn't directed at himself either.