- Disclaimer: Matantei Loki Ragnarok belongs to Kinoshita Sakura. The title was originally Mayura and Her Gods, but the new title sounds better, courtesy of pinchess07!
Ah, My Loki-sama!
written by Kurosu
- Chapter One.
One beautiful evening, a young woman was sitting on the stone steps and gazed at the skies. She let out a long sigh, just as the breeze picked up and gently blew her long, pink hair behind her. In a plain, yellow dress, she sat with her elbows perched on her knees, thinking how it was unfair her father left her at home by herself.
She closed her eyes and recalled how her father sternly forbade her to come along with him on an important assignment. Being a good daughter, she listened, but she was missing out on such a wonderful mystery!
"Mou, papa is being so mean!" she huffed and stood up, running back inside the shrine. She was the young maiden at her father's shrine, and he, a very popular Shinto priest, called upon all sorts of occasions, from Shinto wedding ceremonies and blessings to exorcisms and whatnot of spirits. Following in his footsteps was very difficult for the teenager, barely having a tenth of her father's talents, much less the ability to sense the spirits.
The pink-haired maiden disappeared inside the lonely shrine.
Meanwhile, somewhere far, far away, like another realm, a handsome, blonde man looked rather confused at the stack of folders on the desk, unsure of his current position in the familiar office. His deep, green eyes peered at the folders, then rose up to the woman standing before him. She wore a smile that was polite yet hid something mischievous behind it. For once, he was a little worried.
"Erm, Urd-san," he began, "why exactly am I here?"
Her smile seemed to curl up more deviously, "As I've said before, Loki-sama, my sister Verdandi has contracted a slight cold."
"Ah, yes, which I don't quite understand," he stared at the woman, "She is a goddess, after all, but to be ill?"
"It comes with her job," she responded with a shrug. "But anyway, Loki-sama, we're quite shorthanded right now, so we thank you for helping out." She reached for the stack of folders and grabbed the one on top. She opened it and looked through the files. "Each of these contain information on the client you must contact," she spoke, laying the folder open on the desk before him, and moved the phone next to it. "These are humans who are pure of heart, and we reach out to them."
He nodded, "Yes, I understand your job quite well." He wasn't really sure how he got into the whole mess, but he figured his best friend, Thor, was involved somehow. He sighed, "I call them. Offer the wish. Write up a report. Case closed."
"Correct."
"Sounds easy enough." He sat down and leaned back in the comfortable armchair with his elbow resting on the armrest, his cheek in the palm of his hand. "I'll be done before the hour is over," he said confidently.
Urd just smirked and wished him good luck, because he would be needing it. Before she closed the door after her, she glanced one more time as his glimmering eyes skimmed over the first client. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. Her sister's job wasn't as easy as it looked, having to deal with a variety of different mortals, some normal, most quirky.
Perhaps it had been a while since Loki handled a mortal in person.
The girl, from earlier, was now in the main room of her house, trying to focus on the papers in front of her. Just why did her homework have to be so difficult and boring! She was struggling a bit with her calculus work. "Aah," she sighed and then rested her head on the table, wishing something exciting could happen to her life.
One would think being the daughter of a Shinto priest, she would run into exciting adventures, but no, she had the worse luck of attracting anything but interesting. Her tummy let out a loud growl, and she sat up, looking at the clock on the wall. It was almost eight o'clock, and her father had been out for at least three hours now, and she was beginning to worry.
She stood up and walked out to the hallway, where the phone was. Her father didn't have a cellphone, but she was sure the client's phone number was left on the table. It was a bit rude to call like that, but her father's safety was important, and he was the only family she had left.
She was about to pick up the phone, when it rang out suddenly. She immediately assumed it was her father, "Papa, are you ok?!"
Someone coughed on the other end, "Sorry, this is actually the Goddess' Relief Office."
"Excuse me?" she blinked. That was strange, to hear a young man's voice speaking about a goddess thing, but she had been focused on her father's safety, so she didn't notice how deep and soothing his voice was.
"Daidouji Mayura-san?"
"Y-yes?"
"Good." He paused for a second, "Just give me a moment, and I'll be right there."
Mayura heard the phone clicked and stared at the receiver. That had to be a prank call, but it wasn't even funny. Maybe he was a stalker, because he did know her name. "Oh! Maybe it was Koutaro-kun!" she realized the possibility of her classmate giving her a call, "But does he sound like that over the phone? I should call him back..."
"No need to," came the voice, directly behind her.
It caused her to jump back, holding the receiver to her chest. She came face to face with a handsome, older man, who was grinning at her. He had such piercing, emerald eyes, as if they were gazing right into her soul, and the air of confidence radiated from him, and he seemed to almost sparkle, like one of those prince-like characters from anime . His hair looked so soft and alluring, like her fingers would glide right through them, and his smile was so captivating and seductive!
"Wow," she whispered in amazement, "Who are you?" Her eyes were so round and bright, shimmering in awe at his presence. It didn't occur to her that the young man, a complete and total stranger appearing out of thin air, was now standing in the hallway of her house!
Loki had looked at her file briefly before making the call, but the photo with her information did not do the girl justice. He had seen many beautiful goddesses (and even flirted with them), but the mortal before him had a natural beauty that even many of the immortals could not compare, only to pique his interest. He pondered if her hair color did represent her personality, being so bold and bright.
"My name is Loki," he bowed, "And I am a god."
Clutching the phone tightly in her hand, she cried out, "No way! I don't believe in gods!"
That took him by surprise, but at least she was honest. "Well if you don't believe in god," he just grinned, "then what am I? How do you think I got here?"
"Erm..." She furrowed her eyebrows together in deep thought and came to a conclusion, "Alien?"
He fell over at her response.
"Daidouji-san," he sighed. He was going to have a hard time with this girl. "For the moment, can you just believe that I am a god?" She shook her head fervently, and he stood up and leaned close to her, placing both of his hands on either side of her head. With him being over a foot taller than her, she had to peer up at him with innocent, rebellious eyes, and he couldn't but smirk, finding her fiery, defiant nature as refreshing as the burning flame in his heart.
He narrowed his eyes at her, barely brushing his nose against her own, and his warm breath upon her skin, whispering, "And what if I were to grant you... one wish?
"Only gods can grant wishes."
He moved his hand to her cheek and brushed his fingers against her skin. An electrifying sensation swept through his body, but he hid his confusion behind behind his eyes, staring her down until she would believe - if not in gods, then at least in him.
"I'm here to grant you whatever your heart desires."
From out of the blue, a small card appeared between his fingers. He showed it to her, and she read the card aloud, "'Loki, God First Class, Limited License'?" It was hard not to flinch at the mentioned of his limited abilities, but it was good that she was too preoccupied with it, "Waai, I didn't know gods have business cards!"
He silently cursed Odin for putting restrictions on his powers, still on probation for the last prank he pulled on one of Odin's son, but at least he was still able to do his every day job.
She suddenly laughed at him, "This has to be a joke! Did papa pull you into this?!" She pushed him away, ducking under his arm, and looked around the hallway as if there were hidden cameras recording the prank. She walked in to the main room, calling out to her father, "Where are you, papa?! I know you're in here! That was a pretty good joke, haha! You almost had me fooled!"
Loki grabbed her wrist, and she looked back at him. His green eyes briefly flashed red, and that made her nervous. "Look, as much as I love to joke around, this is actual business. Whether you believe I'm a god or not, you should just tell me what you wish."
She tilted her head curiously, "Why... me?"
"You have a pure heart."
She looked down at his hand holding his wrist. He followed her gaze and then released her, "Sorry." She nodded and sat down at the table, and he joined her on the opposite side. "You can wish for anything."
"Anything," she repeated softly, a finger on her chin in deep thought. He patiently waited for her response, because most people didn't believe him, and it took a while for the situation to sink in before they made their decisions. The girl became very quiet, lowering her head to the point that he couldn't see her beautiful eyes anymore. He couldn't tell what she was thinking, but her hands were clasped tightly together on the table as if she was struggling with something internally.
"It's been so lonely," she whispered, "Papa's always working. Mama's not here anymore." He was a bit surprised on her choice of topic, and the sound of her voice was so sad, tugging at his heart. A drastic change from her earlier bubbly self, and he didn't like it, not suiting her at all.
When she looked up at him, she was doing her best to put on a smile, "I don't have any friends either. You're actually the first person I've really talked to you."
Then it hit her, "Oh! Could you bring mama back?!"
He leaned on the table and smiled sympathetically, "Sorry, that's one of the few things I can't do." She was appalled, and he knew what she was going to say: what kind of god was he if he couldn't bring someone back from the dead?! Even gods have their own limitations, and to cross paths with the goddess of the underworld was a no no, even more so when it was his daughter who was just doing her job.
He put his hand over hers, trying to give her some comfort, and she seemed to relax with his touch. "You can ask for riches and then your father wouldn't have to work," he kindly suggested.
She disagreed, "No, I want papa to happy too, and he loves his job." She sighed and put her head down, "I don't know. I can't think of anything. Although, it wouldn't be too bad if I had better grades in school, haha." She laughed and looked at him.
"You're really nice, Loki-sama. I wish I had someone like you with me forever," she smiled sweetly. He blinked and then realized what she had just said, or wished for.
Loki was in big trouble.
