Here's another little angsty-thingy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Mythical Detective Loki Ragnorok.
I loved him… which one, though, I'm not sure.
When he was a god, he was handsome… courteous and kind,
But when he was a child… he had the cutest demeanor.
Just one look would send shivers down my spine.
To the child… or the god… which one do I send my love to?
That enigmatic smile that follows me as the Cheshire did to Alice…
I try in vain to rid myself of its shadow, but it returns again and again.
That… was the smile that had made my sisters and him conflict.
Why can't they just see as I do?
See past his childlike appearances and see the power that is inside.
'Come back to your sisters, Skuld, leave Loki to miss what he couldn't have,'
My two sisters would say, always making me doubt myself.
But no, I would have none of that…
I would return again and again, always to find him sitting…
Sitting and grinning…
I smiled and floated aimlessly in the ever-shifting ocean.
The rise and fall that lulled me into an unconscious thought.
The sight of him, just looking at me with those emerald eyes,
Shamed even the icy-cold of the ocean and wiped my mind clean of all thoughts.
Maybe… just maybe… that's why I forgot where I was
And allowed the arctic water swallow me up and coax the last breaths out of my body.
I just hope, my dear Loki will forgive my carelessness.