Turning around, I noticed it. Shit.
The entire area of Loki's room behind me had erupted in blue flames, in reaction with the magic already in place within the room. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! I quickly calmed myself and with a wave the flames were subdued and returned to my hand. Stupid uncontrollable elemental magics! I tried to keep myself calm through my frustration, but of course with my luck it wasn't happening. My frustration was slowly darkening the room adding storm clouds to the mix with thunder and lightning to the mix. I dropped to the ground trying to regain control of myself. I didn't even bother looking at Loki, I didn't want to see the disgust I've been do used to seeing being cursed with magic. Starting to feel water on me, I knew that I was going to start crying. The room got cold, colder than I ever have ever felt. Lifting my head, I noticed that the rain that I had started, was becoming snow, at the hands of Loki. He was looking at me with knowing in his eyes. He walked over to me and sat down, wrapping his arms around me, "I know how you feel. I am a runt to my family, not because of breeding, but because of magic. I know what it's like to be different."
"All of your people use magic of some sort in battle. In Asgard? Magic is a healers' domain. I can't even do that much! All I do is wreak havoc on my world, just simply because I'm upset about something!" I just sat there crying into my future fiancé's arms, the snow around us hardening and freezing the door shut. We heard the knock on the door, but Loki ignored it focusing on helping me calm down. The noise got louder after whoever knocked realized that the door was frozen shut, knowing that we were in there.
"Loki? Loki! Open this door this instant!"
"What has that son of yours done to my daughter, Laufey?"
"I can assure you he has done nothing indecent to your daughter, Allfather."
The door burst open with a bright light that could only come from my father's scepter/spear. The scene they were graced with was one of confusion. "Father I can explain!"
"Thorne, what have you done here? What have I told you about using your magic here? Do you have any idea what you could've done?!" My eyes shot down in sadness no longer able to cry, but the room darkening to match my mood. Laufey looked on at the magic that had happened here. "Loki, my son, what has happened here? Why were you in your chambers alone with the daughter of the AllFather?"
"Father, she wished to change into something more comfortable, upon seeing her choice of dress, I realized it wasn't fit for our winter, so I allowed her to borrow some of mine for the time being. We got into an argument over our differences and some poor assumptions made on my part, it was then I witnessed her magic. It started as blue flame with her anger, then storm with her frustration, and rain with her sadness. To lessen her shame, I too released my magic turning her sadness into snow, into something I found beautiful and calming. However, I was unaware that it had frozen the door shut. I was merely trying to rectify the problem that I caused." He turned to me, "I am truly sorry for what had happened, I take full responsibility for what has happened."
I looked at him in shock. No one had ever sat with her and helped her. Everyone ran in fear. My father, was also shocked, thinking that the peace they were trying so hard to establish would've been ruined by my breakdown. "Thank you, Loki, for helping my daughter through the curse of her being. I can assure you she is usually more in control of herself." The last part more aimed toward Laufey and I, both a warning to me and assurance to the King himself. During this whole conversation, though, Loki kept his eyes locked on me, now knowing why an uncontrollable, magic wielding Asgardian was giving to Jotunheim, to bring about its destruction, or to bring some sort of control over her. Either way, he would have to wait and see before he told his father, not wanting to give his father false information in case he was wrong.
When everyone had left the room, Loki helped me up from my sitting position on the ground. "Thank you for that Loki. No one has ever stood up me when it comes to my powers, let alone try to calm me. Most of the time they take me to healers to be sedated." I looked at him slightly bashful as the confession. "I don't see why your powers are something for others to be concerned about." I looked into his eyes and saw pain and understanding. "I can do more than manipulate ice like my brethren. I can conjure projections and deceive even the Allfather. I am known as the God of Lies for my silver tongue. But what I do not understand, is why he called your magic, something that blesses you beyond others in Asgard and beyond, a curse?"
"It is because I almost murdered my adoptive family." I hung my head in shame, hoping the one kind soul I have met wouldn't think worse of me. "When I was born, my magic was out of control, my mother died bringing me into the world and my father short after losing his bond mate. Thus, I was declared a child of Asgard and sent to the palace to be educated in both my magic as well as that which is included in a normal education. One day, the prince had tried to do something to me, I was too young to understand it at the time. In defense of myself, I lost control of my magic and greatly injured him with a direct blast of lightning. In a sense, I was the one who unlocked the thunder god's power, but at a great cost to me. The All Mother and Father ran to his aid and then tried to calm me down, but I was too out of control. I struck out at them, if Heimdall hadn't been there, I would have been responsible for the royal family's deaths." Loki looked at me with pity, knowing full well what I was going through. He took my hand softly and placed his on my tearstained cheek. I closed my eyes as I felt the flow of his magic, the route it took from his core to his fingertips. "Let go of your worries. You will not hurt me. Let me be your focus and let your magic flow between us." It took a moment for me to release my control slowly. "There see? Feel it flow between us, the ebb and flow of magic energy, with no intent behind it. Let it take shape around you, feel peace within your magic, let it protect you, as you have protected it."
When I opened my eyes, all I could see were flowers. Everywhere. They were even curled and woven into Loki's raven hair. Vines wrapped around our writs and arms keeping us locked together allowing the magic to flow freely and take its pure shape, free from emotion. The flowers bloomed, releasing their sweet scent around us. "Do you see now? Your magic doesn't want to destroy, but to create. You don't have to be afraid of your magic because of what it can do. You must accept it as a part of you, and it won't fail you." He removed himself from me and the vines, placing a small kiss of the forehead. "Come it is almost time for the feast, and I doubt your father wants you there in leather beeches. I shall have a tailor come up and fit you for some winter clothes that will be ready when you return here again. I have greatly enjoyed your company today, Thorne. I'm glad that I was wrong about you, and as strange as it sounds, I'm glad we had our spat. I showed both of us that we are not alone in this world." He smiled genuinely for the first time, as he took my hand and placed a kiss on the back. We had arrived at my quarters and he left my company. I nodded at the guards placed at the door to open the door, and as I entered I realized I was not alone in the room.
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