Sorry for the long wait guys, and thankyou for putting up with my ridiculous schedule. Sometimes, i really hate exams.
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Chapter 3: Thoughts
Loki paced the length of his room, growing more anxious with each step. He'd already analysed the piece of cloth he'd found, and the strand of brown hair belonged to the elven kind. But in which realm did she lay? There were more than one elven worlds, and he didn't want to barge into any one of them without proper proof. He shuddered as he thought of Svartalfheim. If she was there…
The magic in his hands burned harshly, reacting to the anger that had surged up from inside of him. He'd blow the realm to pieces if he had to. There was only one thing that he could not live without. And that was Lira.
The chair in front of the fire offered little comfort, yet he needed to sit before he did something rash. Think this through Loki. He hoped fervently that Lira had figured out her surroundings by tonight, he could not bear another moment being so utterly helpless. The things they could have done to her already…NO! He refused to think about it. She was on Alfheim, she had to be. Svartalfheim would not dare take an Asgardian. As he calmed his throbbing heart, Loki forced himself to think more like he used to. Becoming emotional never helped him get anywhere.
Judging the circumstances the realm was in, it was quite possible that they thought Asgard was weakened, with its king in Odinsleep and the heir banished it was certainly possible the elves had grown bored of their activities and decided to start another war.
Loki sighed; war with Svartalfheim was not uncommon. They'd been in many feuds with the ill-behaved elves, but nothing too serious. His hand stilled, resting against his chin with sudden realization. They wouldn't dare. He stood up brusquely, trying to dispel the thought from his mind. But it sounded far too right. No – they couldn't, could they? Was it possible that these elves knew about his beloved? Perhaps they were offended that Asgard was holding one of the Four. It was quite possible – as much as Loki hated to admit, that the elves had come to take what was rightfully theirs. After all, Lira was the Earth Goddess and she really belonged on an elven world.
I will not let them keep her. They had no right to take her; she was born an Asgardian – not an elven. He stared at the flames, wishing desperately for time to go faster, so that he may meet her in his dreams. This form of connection was faint but it was all he had. He was unerringly determined to keep his promise to her. He would not break it. He could not break it. She was far too important for that. He only hoped that she could remember herself, for she'd almost been lost to him last time. The realm of dreams was unpredictable and dangerous at worse.
"Loki?" he started at the voice, glancing towards the door. He'd know that voice anywhere. There was a timid knock and he launched himself across the room, throwing the door open to meet Frigga. The regal queen looked more drawn than usual; even her golden locks looked droopy. The toll the Odinsleep was taking on her was becoming apparent. She looked worse than she'd ever looked.
"Moth – Frigga?" he clenched his teeth, berating himself for loosing control. He'd always had a soft spot for his – the woman who he'd known as mother. Though she was not really his mother, he found it harder to feel angry at her than at Odin.
"Loki, we must talk. It is urgent." She looked so frail standing before him in her golden dress. She hadn't bothered with make – up, but that did nothing to detract from her natural beauty.
"What is wrong?" he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him gently. Anything that upset her made him feel horrible. She was the closest thing to a mother he'd had, and he knew she loved him still; but he couldn't bring himself to accept that he'd always felt as if she were his mother. His pride would not let him.
"Thor is still on Midgard, and your fath – my husband is still in the Odinsleep. I fear he will not make it this time." The sadness in her voice was masked well, but Loki could tell she was trying hard not to let it get to her. "Asgard is without a king. Loki, my son, we need you."
He licked his lips, trying hard not to show how uncomfortable he felt at being called "my son". This was new to him. What was she asking? For him to be king?
"Please, follow me." She turned and walked swiftly away, courageously trying to maintain her fluid gait. Loki followed cautiously behind her, mind churning at this unexpected turn of events. He didn't have time to help her, or Thor, or Odin, or anyone for that matter. All he wanted was to figure out how to get Lira back.