This is my little Loki fanfic with an OC who isn't really an OC so much when you figure out whom she is. Creative license with a character of Norse Mythology :D
Please enjoy my story!
Characters obviously do not belong to me (well Veiri sort of does.)
Feeling the First Frost
Shadows held a brisk sort of coolness about them, carrying with them the scent of leaves when they fell from their trees and littered the ground in a flaming carpet of golds, crimsons, and coppers. Sunlight that filtered through the gaps would light those colors in their brilliance before time and trampling muddled them right into the browns of winter. Mid-October type of weather meaning that people would be gearing up for hunting, Halloween, and Holidays that would arrive months following.
Today, Veiri was going to check on something that seemed to be screaming at her senses. The entire forest surrounding her home had been turned wary. Panicked even much like they became when a hunter who was not allowed had come onto her property. Without a worry, the woman had taken it upon herself to check. A woman who had a tall sort of stature that nearly hit six foot and lean muscle that was supple and it held the delicate curvature of femininity and endowments that made most women jealous. Blonde hair was wavy and long, pulled back at the base of her neck and braided to reveal the gentle sweeping features to a jawline that looked like a hidden edge if things went violent.
For now though, that sharp edge was sheathed with the visual appearance of gentle patience that emanated from the cornflower blues scanning the area. It was growing quieter with every step as she drew closer to the source. Far too quiet for it to be a hunter, perhaps something injured like a bear. Bears were often injured and most did not enjoy being near them. Boot covered steps would move onwards with a wary step just in case the source was violent. Not that she appeared dressed for any sort of battle, no, the woman was dressed in a rather plain white jacket over a white tank top and jeans. The most dangerous part about her simply seemed to be the black steel-toed boots she wore and, perhaps to the trained eye, the readied stance she carried about herself.
With the intent on finding a wounded animal, she instead found a fallen tree leaning heavily on another. It seemed as though to have been that way for days and the other trees had long decided that they would support its kin even if fallen to rot away. At least in its passing it could eventually corrode into something to help the rest of the forest. Although, that would be hard to do with a body slung over its trunk as if being the very source of its demise.
There was a frown settling onto her features as she slowly moved to approach the tree, boot soles soon met bark as she climbed onto its precariously balanced truck. Instantly she stilled as there was a creak and groan. Obviously further movements would have to be taken with care. Further movements were made with a crouched crawl, fingers feeling the texture of the bark. It helped to assure that she had a good grip to keep from falling off as she moved higher up and soon there were branches to work around.
Form worked around the branches carefully with hands gripping the bases as an anchor. Soon she would arrive to the body and what first struck her hard was the style of clothes wrapped around the form. Black leather, golden trims and a vibrant emerald green cloak. All of it near perfect except for the telltale marring marks of battle and a sort of dust clinging to fabrics. There was a golden helm on this one, or at least their used to be as it had long fallen down and was dangling off one of the snapped branches that also held the arm of the being. It was hard to tell facial features at all, but she could see there was black hair mussed up likely from crashing into a tree.
How had someone dressed in such garb crash into a tree? Had not the appropriate paths been broken? The news had, after all, gotten down to her through the grapevine. It was a matter that did not bother her at that moment, after all she had long taken Earth as her home. Veiri had long become acclimated, thus she only had a rather fuzzy memory of things that were important to that old place. It did not matter right then, what mattered was her figuring out a way to safely remove the being from the tree whose identity she did not check yet. The tree was groaning more with the continued weight added onto it.
It was time to move. With great care, she had slung the form's arm across her shoulders and gripped the wrist tightly while the other hand reached down and looped around the back of the waist. Hands were full so the helm would have to wait for her to get it. Unless some animal stole it to make a nest out of. Actually, it would be a rather appropriate retribution for the destruction of the tree. Legs swung over the side of the tree from her current height and she let herself slide off with the unconscious body and the drop was made quick and for her painless. The unconscious form did not seem to react at all with the way his legs were thrashed onto the ground like a rag doll. If anything was broken, then she would fix it.
The sudden release of weight on the tree left a loud groaning before it settled without falling. A small relief, given how things could have ended with far more trouble. Standing to her full height, Veiri found the form she supported was taller than even her, legs dragging on the ground. It was a good thing that her home was very close, else the trip would have proved painful for the one she was toting along. The part that would have been most troublesome was the fact that so much movement could have likely woken up the man to a perfect stranger. Shock would do no good, although prolonged unconsciousness likely did no good either. Something to fix later when home was returned to.
Just as expected, it did not take to get home. It was like an old practiced motion that still clung to her as she came upon the home. Said home was rather large for one who lived alone. Worn grey-toned slats of wood lining the outside of the walls with their natural knots in the wood to give it character. Shutters were a light grey as well, painted in such a shade to look almost silver. Front porch had no railing which was just as well, allowing her to climb onto the foot high ledge from any direction. The stripped trunks that held her porch up were decorated with carved leaf designs that appeared to still be in the process of being made. All in all her home felt comfortable and inviting to her, especially her front door painted to match her shutters and leaves carved in line vines. A quick shifting as she turned the knob and pushed the door open, threshold crossed before her boot kicked the door shut.
The inside was spacious and open in its structure for a single floored home. From where they stood it was a foyer that melted seamlessly into the living room on her right and the dining room on the left. Veiri veered right with boots thunking across hard wood floor until she was walking onto the thick brown rug and finally she laid the being down face up onto the large plush couch with russet leather covers. Finally, she was able to look at the face of her rescue and lightly tanned skin nearly paled at whom she saved.
It was a scuffed up face of one who looked like he was trapped in a nightmare. One who had been lost to the void likely was the sort to fall into such a frightful slumber. Must have drifted all the way there and happened across the first realm that came his way. The old habits came to fruition as thin fingers reached out to brush hair out of his face. This one was in pain of many sorts and it was likely he needed to be roused from nightmares. Gently she ran fingers over his forehead again with a soft whisper before a groan and the man was roused.
Dropping arm away, Veiri watched as eyes fluttered open and his own hand immediately went to his own head. A groan before vision apparently cleared and pale green eyes searched the room with obvious confusion. "Where am I?" Eyes then settled on her person and he asked the one thing that actually startled her, "Who are you?" Sure it had been years, but she knew the one before her was not the type to forget another. A frown formed as she did not get a chance to answer. The next words blurted were already confirming suspicions, "Who am I?" The being before her had no recollection of who or what he was nor of the woman who stood at his side.
It did not take her long to come up with a sliver of a plan. After all, she was what some could call a healer. Healers protected the hurt and scared, both of which this man was. Lips parted and her voice was gentle and musical in nature as if to give a lullaby, "My name is Veiri and this is my home. Your name is Kolin. We are old friends." White lies would have to do for now until she could sit down and come up with a better plan.
In all of her years, Veiri had never expected to have Loki, the God of Mischief in her home.
After Veiri had spoken, she waited to see the reaction of such. "Kolin's" voice sounded weak with exhaustion and just a little bewildered at being so lost. Those light eyes met with hers as he started to speak again, "We… are friends? I should thank you then. I am sorry for not recalling I fear I have lost my memories." It was a voice void of malicious intent and one very rarely heard by those whom had ever met the man. Such a voice could not do anything but bring a smile to her lips at old memories.
"Do not worry, Kolin I am a patient woman. I am sure it was just the shock. Soon enough you shall regain those memories and you will be on your way." Head turned to regard the clock hanging over the mantle of the fireplace that was comfortably close to the couch. Nearly noon which meant it would have been a good idea for one to eat. Blue orbs flicked back towards the man as she offered a hand to assist in his standing, "How about we eat? I am sure you must be starved."
The cool hand took her hand as he was assisted to standing. The height given was only a little bit above hers. For a little bit they stood looking to the other, studying. Kolin studied her simply to try to see if anything about her jogged his memory. For some reason he did not feel as lost as one should when they were lost. No, she made him feel safe with the familiarity that he could not place. Veiri simply watched him with a patient smile as that powdery blue met with the worn green. A shade of green that reminded her of weathered jade stone statues. It had been such a long time since such a gaze was shared, although the expression he held towards her was far different than this lost soul. Thoughts drifted to those times until she was drawn back out of it when the cool thin lips pressed against the back of her hand.
Instantly, a blush came to her cheeks in a very faint sort of color. Well, no one had certainly ever done that in a long time. Hand was withdrawn and composure regained as she gave a raised brow, "What was that for, if I may so inquire?"
A sort of apologetic smile as though he assumed to have offended her, "I am sorry, I had just thought it would be a polite way to show my thanks. Don't know why but it simply felt as though the correct thing to do. I shall not repeat such actions if you so wish." It was far too sweet and she started to laugh with the nice ring to her voice that rang through the home.
"Oh no, do not worry about it. You have done it before, it just still catches me off guard. After all, not many go around kissing the hand of the lady-folk. Some habits die hard with certain cultures and others die as easily as a candle flame." Veiri moved towards her door to start slipping her boots off to reveal rather obnoxiously orange and pink striped socks with bright yellow toes and heels.
A brow was raised towards this rather bright splash of color, a smile forming to keep from uttering a word. After all, she may have had the hideously color-clashing socks, but he was wearing a cape. Really should have asked why he was wearing such strange clothes, although they felt oddly meant for him. Strange. Quietly he went to follow suit of her movements, boots slipped off beside hers to reveal bare feet. It was a wonder there were not blisters on his feet.
Shrugging his shoulders, Kolin straightened to follow after the waiting woman into the kitchen that was placed right of the hardwood-floored dining room. Stepping into the kitchen felt both seamless and yet as though it was another world. No doors just the wall that intersected with the one that ran out to the living room while the other was open with a little island of a counter and pots and pans hanging down over that. Lining walls were the usual furnishings of a kitchen. Wide counter tops in the warm colors of oranges with specs of red and a glittery specks of gold. Dishwasher, a large basin of a sink split in two. Gas stove with the coils to heat pots sat onto it. There was the standard white refrigerator and even a large pantry cabinet off to the side.
Over the stove were goldenrod painted cabinets on either side of a white microwave and more cabinets over the rest of the countertops except for the sink where a chained light hung down to assist when the tall window did not offer enough natural lighting. It was here that she had begun to fish out plates and a knife before immediately going to the refrigerator to draw out several lunch meats, lettuce, tomatoes, and cheese. All of this was laid out onto the counter before she drew out bread from the curved bread box near the stove. Veiri quickly got to work with making the sandwiches, not even asking a question of what he wanted on it.
It was impossible not to believe that she knew him with the confidence she gave off while making the meal. Seeming to know exactly how much of each thing to put onto the sandwich with unwavering movements. The woman continued through the kitchen with such familiarity such as drawing out her glasses with almost a distracted thoughtful gaze. Pouring the juice from a container into glasses before dropping ice into them. Veiri soon was finished and started to put away the items she had gotten out, soon finding that Kolin was helping her instead of remaining stagnant.
A smile played on her lips, eyes glittering in merriment before they were left with the sandwiches and drinks. Each grabbed their meal and beverage before heading out to the small round table with the matching ornate chairs. Leaves could be found adorning these pieces of furniture as well. Such a liveliness given onto them. Soon they could sit and share their meal, something that Veiri found she quite enjoyed.
After some silence, the woman decided to break it. A plan had been made and she was going to follow through with it, "Are you enjoying your food?" Calm smiles given as she patiently waited for him to chew his food. The light to ones face who was a lot hungrier than previously thought. Body craved needed nourishment and she was not about to deny him such a thing. It was after he realized he had already plowed through one of his sandwiches and she only had eaten a portion of her first one that he paused and gave a sheepish smile.
It was just too darn endearing, "Ah, I must be hungrier than I thought. It is really quite enjoyable. You certainly know how to make a good sandwich. Can't doubt you know me, it is like you knew exactly what to put in it!" A light-hearted laugh escaped his lips and filled the room with such an unearthly manner that he nearly shocked himself into a silence. Not that he did not wish to laugh, it had just felt oddly right.
Veiri smiled with an understanding warmth, it had almost seemed as though he needed that laughter. Knowledge that he had not done so since she had left that old place to this one. For a moment their eyes held the other and hand rose slowly of its own accord to touch his cheek with the thin fingertips. Such cool skin to meet her warmth and it nearly tingled. The soft tug of wishful wanting as they seemed to continue to stare on into the other before she chose to shatter that moment by moving her thumb to the corner of his mouth and wiping away a little piece of meat. Bringing hand back, the bit was placed behind her own lips and breath exhaled, "I would suppose it is habit really. You always enjoyed my cooking. Go on and finish your food, Kolin. Perhaps later we can find you something to wear that is a little more fitting to my neck of the woods."
"You mean you don't like the cape?" Kolin asked with a ridiculous smile that made her stare. It was a stare that turned into a sparkling grin of her own before laughter started to escape her lips. An infectious one it seemed before he started to join in as well. The mingling melodies simply felt so right, even Veiri started to believe that they really had simply always been this way. How much she wished it was this easy to patch up the gaping holes in her life this way. Still, eventually she knew it would end.
It was something she would have to remind herself with. No matter how long this went, it would have to end. Kolin would have to realize and remember who he really was and face whatever fate out there was left for him. Right then, she could feel the confusion and relief mixing within him which would do something awful if it were not stopped. Hand swatted at the air as if to erase the laughter prohibiting from allowing them to finish their meal. Kolin scarfed down the rest of his food with vigor while Veiri continued onto hers with a slower pace. By the time her single sandwich was done, he polished off the two. It didn't even take a look towards him for her to lift her plate and set it on his.
"Don't look at me like that, eat the sandwich. You probably haven't eaten for days. You always neglected yourself. Go on, eat it."
"But you've only eaten one sandwich, how can I be sure you have not neglected yourself?" He would argue suddenly, giving a sort of look to her that showed he was ready to contend with her to the bitter end over a sandwhich.
A playful smile formed as she wove fingers under her chin and watched him, "Who is the one with the lost memories again? You may have stood up like nothing happened, Kolin, but you are not without your weaknesses. At least I have eaten breakfast today. Now eat the sandwich." There they were again, locking gazes although this time as a battle of wits. Veiri's expression ever smiling while he looked to her with an I'm-not-pleased look. Determination suddenly roared and Kaolin didn't even break gaze to neatly tear the sandwich in half and then stuff one of them right into her mouth.
"Half the sandwich and no more. That way we both get what we want. I swear if you've always been like this it is a wonder you aren't skinnier. How many times have I ever had to tell you to eat?" It was more of a question to try and dig up memories. Memories that he felt like he was grabbing at with arms too short to reach into the well they fell into. Expression that formed on his features slipped into something almost pleading. An expression that she could not very well with a good conscious deny, "Please?"
Well geeze, when he added please. With surrender she ate the sandwich, doing so quickly before she would have to fight the urge to make him devour what she did not eat. Both finished their meal and before she could even stand to take the dishes the dark-haired man whisked them away to carry them off to the sink. It made him happy, so she relented in this for now. It was hard to deny the smile he had when he waited aside her with an outstretched arm, "Right, clothes. Let's get you changed. I have a great dress you might be able to pull off. Black would really bring out the eyes."
"Only if it comes with some of those great socks." A grin formed as Kolin accompanied her back towards the living room and to the arch along the wall that led into a small hall. One end had a bathroom, the other a door presumably to a bedroom. There were two more doors parallel to the wall of the arch they stood in. One door lay open to show a plain room with a white bed, furniture and pale blue walls to finish the look. There was even a white carpet to decorate it.
Slender hand motioned towards that room, "You can use that room for now. Wait in there and I can fish out some clothes from mine. I always seem to collect clothes. You can likely keep the pants on." Arm removed from his as she shooed him into the spare room, her own feet carrying her down to the end of the hall and vanishing quickly into the door without even allowing so much as a peek to the other side. On the other side of her door she was breathing steadily, trying to reign in her emotions. It was just the empathy, he wasn't really like that anymore. Not completely. There was a dark side to everything, and his was not going to stay locked up forever.
"Don't fall for him, Veiri."
It was hard to keep her from falling into old habits with the raven haired man. Dammit even when he had no memories he was still absolutely charming. Such a damnable charm that could be felt as pure in his current state. How inviting it was to just fall into that trap. A deep breath as she looked at the inside of her room, walls painted white with various colored tapestries with different designs of stars on them, giving the room a sort of otherworldly feel to it.
Bed was a black iron twisted frame with pieces curled. Stars were attached to the center of each spiral in copper, matching the thick plush carpet that laid in the room. Sunlight lit the room naturally through the large windows along both walls that met at the corner of the home. The item she was looking for was at the end of her large king sized bed where an old chest lay. Lid was lifted off and set to the side before she started to pull away blankets before finally digging in deep and drawing out a black shirt that looked nearly as old as the chest itself.
Eyes scanned over the design while smoothing it onto her lap. Expression warm in memory as she studied the way pin point holes decorated the bottom of the large worn shirt. It was stained in a few places with a faded sort of white-pink across the front in lines. Ah yes, accidental bleach attack when trying her hand at cleaning something. The shirt had been dyed, but the signs of the bleaching still remained like a ghost. A certain god had found it amusing that she was trying to dress human and see what being a mortal woman in a certain time frame would be like. Veiri had found it an enlightening experience that made her wish for the world to change.
It had changed, but as the world would change, there were others who changed as well. Some for the better, others for the worst, and some did not change at all and simply watched as the world crashed and rebuilt around them. A soft sigh as she set the lid back onto the chest and stood, carrying the shirt back out of the room and into the hallway where a now shirtless man stood with back against the wall.
Kolin looked troubled, his chest was all manner of violent green and yellow bruises with darker purple markings plastered onto the skin. Confusion on his features before he looked to her, completely lost as to what those marks were. It had been the first time Veiri had ever seen them as well, instinct taking over when feet carried her over to him in an instant. Fingers touched the skin gently causing him to unintentionally shudder. Worry wrote her expression into troubled lines before the question was asked, "How did I get these?"
"Honestly… I don't know the exact nature of the injuries." worry for the wellbeing of the god without memories combated with her wish to tell him the truth outright. Yet she was far too good of a liar by this time. Someone had taught her how to do so. "… I just know you had fallen. No one had given me any information otherwise." So damn close to him now, that bruised skin calling out for her to heal it. Emotions that were not hers ran through her head and mixed with hers, nearly making it indistinguishable of whose belonged to who. Mostly because she was feeling the same things cropping up, though for different reasons.
They stood there while her eyes inspecting bruises with shallow breaths while heart beat under fingertips and his own light greens the way her expression almost seemed pained. Struggling as though to decide something, making a click in the mind that he had seen this before. Whatever it was she was doing, it was something she had done before with such an expression. One hand rose to cup her face gently and pull the chin up so gazes could lock with their close proximity. It was as though he were trying to read her when she was most vulnerable.
"It looks like it is healing already, so you don't have to worry about it, Veiri. You look so worried, what's wrong? You aren't telling me something." She was a good liar alright, to everyone but him.
Words weren't escaping. One hand clutched the shirt while the other still rested on his chest. It was not fair. Why couldn't she keep him like this? Breath was not moving a damn place and seconds felt like they stretched for far too long. The cool touch was enjoyed far more than it still should have. Eyes drew her in to where emotions coincided too easily with the others and she always forgot how she was supposed to be feeling on her own. No one else completed her the way he had and still did, yet he was the only person that would not stay put even then the opportunity was offered.
"If I tell you, then you will leave. It was hard enough to leave when I had to, but to be separated again. I do not think I can repeat such a thing, Kolin." Even the made up name she gave him was not said with ease. How she wished to breath his name, his real name.
How she wished he could breath her's.
Confusion was in those eyes again, "I do not understand, Veiri. What do you mean you had to leave? I am not going to leave when I just woke up here. Only thing I know is that you are familiar to me, everything else is blank." His other hand would rise and brush fingertips across her temple before moving to toy with the wavy hair coming out of its little tie. Fingers kept toying and she simply let him, nearly leaning her head into the hand on her cheek.
There was an almost trembling breath as she did it, voice nearly breaking her, "The you who was before this… has become jaded. Prone to violence and has done things that you would regret. People have been hurt and betrayed. I… want to protect you. Always in my nature to want to protect you, you and your damned soul that could not see that I was enough before." Hands curled tightly as she looked at him. It was almost accusing yet she had so much guilt starting to pile on top of her. Of all people to show up in her neck of the woods, why was it him? Why?
Startled eyes of Kolin's became apologetic and hurt as if he had just imploded the moon, "Protect me from what, Veiri? It seems like you are the one who needs protecting. Whatever it is I have done… I cannot remember it. Please, I won't hurt you or anyone else. The memories can simply be forgotten. No one but you is holding me together, else I would feel confused and lost" It was true, the woman right there was the only one that felt familiar, yet she was confusing him now when he was so easily trusting of her words.
The other hand snapped the hair tie and blonde waves fell about her back, framing her face further and simply making her look that much more vulnerable. A stubborn yet vulnerable woman who was afraid of him yet wished to keep him close. Fear was what he wished to ease from her and he leaned down slowly, as if replicating motions that had been done times past. Lips nearly met before a plea escaped her throat, "Please… please do not. If you… if you kiss me now, then you will not be Kolin any longer. I want to keep you for just a little while longer. Please."
Confusion as he opened eyes to see tears coming from her shut ones. Lips gently grazed those eyes instead with feathery kisses before giving a warm reassuring smile that she could not see. It would hurt too much for her to look into that face, as she could feel the emotions that ran through him. Inevitable happenings, and it took one lie to let her know she was going to lose him again, "I will always be here, Veiri."
Distance was closed and cool lips pressed onto the trembling warm ones. Veiri did not fight it, instead shirt was instantly dropped and arms snaked up to wrap around his neck. The cool hand on her cheek dug into hair as arm wrapped around her waist with just as much desperation. An impossible feat as he felt her warmth set his mind on fire. Every single pain he had ever lived through, every shred of happiness, every doubt and every hope plowing into the mind.
It was not as though he did not know what happened from the point of him waking in this house to the point of now, oh he very well knew and there was that thread of elation. How long had it been since the Valkyrie had been in his arms? Pressing that healing touch to him, the kiss being the most powerful as she had shared it with none but him. Loki did not want to let her go, he really wished to keep his promise, but in the back of his mind there was truth to her words.
The god would not remain there, he could not even with the woman in his arms. Still, lips continued to claim each other, parting for shaking breaths as he looked into her tearful eyes. Thumb brushing away tears gently, "My beautiful healer, my Valkyrie, Eir. I have missed you since you have left Asgard." It was that sad smile that made her look crushed as soon as she saw it. Both of them knew what was going to follow, but this moment was too warm and too long awaited to shatter it now.
"I have missed you as well, my God of Mischief. Too many decades past." It was the voice of a woman broken yet desperate for that last touch of his. They both longed for companionship years in the past and had found it in each other, but things changed for them. Painful changes that made the longing between the two a mutual desperate grab for the familiar. Eyes fell closed so she could pull on his head to hers, "Say my name again, Loki." A hushed voice with every drop of reignited passion within.
It had been years, deciding to change her name to something similar. Retaining the fragile identity without casting aside the one thing she knew constantly reminded her of home. Would he oblige? "Eir… I love you." Such a parting gift he dared give her, lips crashing into his once more. Fingers trembling and weaving into his hair long forgotten. Neither would seem, yet it went without saying that the healer's kiss would erase the pains and bruises plaguing the body.
There was no one he would have bowed down for willingly until this woman somehow managed to imprint herself into his consciousness. It was happening again all too easily, pains of the body erased and pleasure replacing it just from a simple kiss. How much it would cause his mind to spin as he wished to give her so much more than words. Loki did not want to lose this woman again, the one he knew returned his love with no doubt. The only one he honestly could say that understood all that he had ever felt.
Things had been turned difficult long before she had left. It was as though she knew what would happen. Of course, she had not known everything would lead to this moment. Else he was sure she would have avoided it so neatly instead of mucking up the emotional waters between them with such complication. Eir would hold onto the god as if he was going to vanish like a figment of the imagination as she felt the emotions that came with such thoughts. Arm would pull her tighter in the one armed hug while the other hand could not wish hard enough to escape the silken blonde locks.
Finally, it was her who voiced it all, a choked sob trying to work its way into her chest, "I told you... I knew you were going to leave. For once, why couldn't you promise me something and let it be true? How come you always have to fight like this. Why could my love have never been enough for you?" Emotions of his always spoke so clearly to her, the only way she could ever tear down his lies from the inside out. The light blue eyes looked so hurt with tears clouding them over and spilling over the corners of her eyes without a single thing to stop them.
A hurt formed in Loki's chest at such an expression. Slowly he would work his hand from her hair and arm grew lax as though letting her free so the distance between could grow. It just made things worse as the gentle sweep to her jawline sharpened, a sign that she was going to build up those walls. The strength that made her a Valkyrie. The strength that had allowed her to run to the aid of warriors of all sides to ease their pain and return their sanity. Only so few words came to mind, silver tongue turning to the lead that would poison the system, "You had left first."
The beautiful rage she was so capable of came to light, sharp blades in features came out to play in this break. It would have to be so, if he was to leave without looking back. The god was going to have to make her furious at him. Shoulders brought up to stiffen and make her appear unbreakable. "Do not dare place such blame on me, Loki Laufeyson." Oh, how low she could strike with weapons he did not realize she owned.
It must have been such news to her, yet she had begged him to remain before. The woman was truly a masterpiece to accept him even if he was a monster. Loki knelt down and picked up the black shirt, deciding on the best method to react to such words. Rising, he moved to pull the familiar shirt on that her scent still clung to. It would have to do as a token of memories. Slowly, he started to walk right past her and down the hall until he emerged into the living room.
At first he assumed that she was not going to follow him, but there was still speed to her steps, utilizing long legs to catch up and stand before him and the door. Loki did not want to have to crush her any further than he would have to, but the woman proved far too stubborn. How could he effectively anger her when she could feel his emotions so clearly? It was a battle that would leave him just as broken in this as she would become if he pushed too far.
"Do not dare ignore me now! Are you doing all of this just because you are a child of the Jotun? You are still the son of Odin! You were raised by him, given love, given protection! Why have you destroyed all of this?" Seething anger as she had never knew him to be one to start a war. The man who was one of thoughts and sorcery, not some petty brutish battle that he had never been good in.
The two had found common grounds in the past, both in a world where war and shows of strength were celebrated. Battles fought to prove prowess to each other and to others who dared oppose them. Neither were such people who enjoyed it. The Sorcerer and The Healer who found pleasure in far warmer things, learning, and simply each other. Now the man before her felt so changed. Was it jealousy that fueled the man? Had the pain of others looking down onto him finally crushed the back that supported the weight of his wounded pride?
"I am no son of a man who could not believe I was capable of being King. He spouted words of equality when all I had been was a tool. A pet to keep around to assure him that what he had done was right. You are no different." Loki would stone himself against her with all of his might, pulling at other memories that brought rage. Ones that would fuel this assault of words and cloud how he really felt for the only being he ever could have claimed to honestly love. It appeared to be working as he could see behind the stubborn will of her expression; eyes were the window to her shattering inside. "You wished to keep me ignorant of my memories just so you could keep your precious companionship. Fill that void of loneliness you created."
Voice would not betray what her eyes already were as edge came forth in her voice, "I had only wished to protect you from harm. Despite what others wished to do in revenge for your actions against them. I love you, Loki. Why can it never be enough!" The rising of her voice caused the house to shudder in reaction. How he never noticed before that magic literally ran through the very walls and likely into the forest itself had simply been due to the distraction she was.
Eir… a woman that could bring calm or the deepest fears. Currently, anger was being lashed at him by one hurt by a lover she could forgive over and over. The god did not wish to be forgiven, for it hurt too much when he felt undeserving of such as her. "It was simply because you were never enough. I did not wish for your pity or your weak words." It was said so coldly, he nearly shocked himself. It was with care that he continued to pull on emotions of hatred, anger, and disgust. "Your leaving had been the best thing that had ever happened to me, Eir. You clouded me from the truth." Such lies that she usually could read through were believed by the woman now. Throwing blow after blow of dark emotions into the woman who could feel all, yet she trusted him too easily.
How vulnerable such a woman was, hardly ever believing that he could easily bring up such new emotions of vile substance. It hurt him that much more to see her shoulders beginning to sag heavily and that sharp edge begin to retract. Valkyries were never supposed to represent such vulnerabilities, yet here he was, taking her down stone by stone. Itching in his mind wished to reach forward and apologize for spewing such lies. Gods he loved her, but he needed her to hate him as much as he hated himself. Why did she have to be one so stubborn?
"You question still why I have left? One who knew too well what pains I have suffered through as more and more warriors crossed our gates as the world became bigger and far more crowded? How dare you ever find me weak when I have long suffered the pains of the insane twisted by war. When I have done nothing but heal the injured! Healed you, who is apparently capable of such hate!" Shouting that shook the home again, signifying her rage and sadness tearing through. Teeth grit together as hot tears slipped down her cheeks, fingers curled into fists at her side as he moved to pick up his boots and towards the door without a single reply.
Before he would open the door and exit, Loki stared into the painted wood and utter the biggest lie he had ever voiced, "I am capable of such hate because I have never loved." With that he opened the door, slipping out through to close it behind him. There was no heart to even look at her when words were spilled into the air. Irrevocable syllables that would change things and he had to move fast before his own hurt told her the truth. Boots were pulled on easily as he walked and then walking turned into running. Far away from the home and far away from Eir.
A woman who believed false words that she was never loved despite how hard she clamped down onto the memories that screamed it was the opposite. Too many emotions, too much damage done by those vile things he threw at her to make her question what had been real and what had not. In such a short time, the God of Mischief had shattered the Valkyrie and simply left a lonely soul without comfort once more.