Okay, so here is my first update in… *cringes* about five months. I'm sorry for it being so sporadic, but I actually had time on my hands this weekend (what with being sick and all), and my "flourishing" social life (jokes, I don't even go anywhere anymore), combined with my very constrictive Year Twelve life (not a joke) means that my stories pay the price, unfortunately.
So, anyways, here is the next chapter. Small language warning- but only two words (I think).
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"So, I'm married to you now,' Willow said slowly when Loki had finished explaining. "Does that mean I'm stuck with you forever?"
"Unfortunately for you," he murmured, avoiding her eyes. "It was the only way to save you."
"Hang on- does that make me a goddess?" she asked, a confused look crossing her face.
He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, the tension in her muscles disappearing as he felt himself relax against her. "Yep."
"Seriously?" she squeaked. "No offence, but I quite liked being human."
"Willow, it was the only way to save you. You were dying in my arms- I had no other options and you are too important to me to let you die."
Willow moved away from him, standing up quickly.
"We've known each other for what- a month?" she laughed. "And in this short period of time, you decided you wanted to marry me?"
"Willow, please," Loki began, watching as she grew agitated, getting that look on her face that Loki had begun to recognise.
"This is bullshit!" she shouted, kicking one of the walls.
Loki lost the smile, sitting up in his bed. "Would you have preferred to die?" he asked angrily.
"Yes!" Willow yelled. "I don't know what I was spouting when I was half-dead, but I would have preferred it."
"By Odin!" Loki yelled, adding a few swearwords Willow was yet to encounter.
She ran a hand through her hair distractedly, and touched the tips of her ears.
"Why the fuck are my ears pointed?" she screamed back.
Thor- who was walking over to his brother's room to check on Willow and see how she was- heard the screaming and wisely backed away.
"Because you're Asgardian now, that's why! You're a demigod!" he shouted. "Your mortal life has ended- as well as your connection to Midgard! You belong with me now!"
She took a step back, the hurt expression on her face internally wounding him.
"I wish I'd never met you," she whispered, tears spilling down her cheeks.
"Willow," he began, but she held out a hand to stop him from getting up.
"No, Loki," she said softly, striding over to the door. "I need a while to think."
She wrenched the door open and ran outside into the hallways, Loki getting up to follow her before the door slammed shut in his face.
He heard her sob once or twice before the sound moved away and he found he could open the door, just to see the brown curtain disappearing into the labyrinth of corridors that made up the castle.
Loki sank to his knees and cried.
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Loki needed answers, and he decided after many minutes of staring vacantly at the wall that he wasn't going to get any of them sitting in his bedroom.
With no real reason or intention in his walk, he wandered around the palace, lost in his own thoughts. Most of his thoughts were of Willow- whether he needed to find her, whether she was okay and what he was going to do to make her feel better. He pushed those to the side, allowing himself to instead think of the whispers he had heard between his parents, the one bit that puzzled him the most. He continued wandering, guards opening doors for him as he came to them without him even realising. He didn't work out where he had been walking until he came face-to-face with the artefacts within the Treasury.
During Thor's coronation almost three months ago, it had been broken into by the Frost Giants, the Destroyer aiding Odin in defeating them and causing his older brother to fume for weeks, before coming up with a hare-brained idea that nearly got them all killed.
The artefacts and relics glowed their bright and alluring colours as he slowly approached them. They were tempting to touch, to hold. To claim as his own. With all the power contained within that room, he could rule the Nine Realms. While Loki knew that the smallest touch could tear even the strongest mage there was apart in a second, he still wanted to take that chance- to make Odin proud. And for a second, he was tempted to.
But for what purpose? His wife hated him, four entire realms hated him, and he was pretty sure that after the stunt he pulled in Jotunnheim where he saved Thor's sorry ass- his brother still managing to get banished after calling his father a fool- Thor hated him too.
His fingers gently brushed over the stone plinths the relics sat upon, pausing as he reached a glowing blue one that radiated cold. It was as if someone else- or something else- took control of his mind temporarily as he reached out and grasped it.
An invisible force slammed into his mind as he felt his entire body become mind-numbingly cold, his conscience taking a backseat as something more primitive, more raw, came upon him.
And as suddenly as it had taken possession, it disappeared, just in time for Loki to see his father collapse on the stairs in front of him. Not my father, he reminded himself.
"Father?" he shouted, running to where Odin lay in a crumpled heap. His eyes were shut, his breathing shallow, and the slight golden light that shone from his skin suggested that he had again approached the Odinsleep.
"Guards?" Loki shouted frantically, pulling his father- not my father, he chided himself yet again- into his arms. His mother had told him what to do should Odin ever go into the Odinsleep, but all of that was forgotten in his blind panic. "GUARDS!"
A soldier pushed open the door hesitantly, eyes widening as he saw the scene before him. He yelled for more to join them, and within a few minutes the whole Treasury was a hive of activity.
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The healers carried Odin away, leaving Loki with Heimdall- who had left his station- Sif, Hogun and Volstagg. Fandral was absent, probably off flirting with one of the maids elsewhere in the palace. Sif placed a hand on his shoulder, muttering her apologies before they silently filed out, the others bowing their heads before disappearing into the corridors of the palace.
Heimdall made the gesture of respect, nodding his head to Loki as he left. "My King," he said, bowing before striding out of the Treasury, leaving Loki alone with the relics and artefacts, which had dulled noticeably.
With a heavy heart and aching soul, Loki closed the doors to the Treasury, taking a deep breath as he faced them before spinning around and marching off into the centre of the palace.
He needed Willow.
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Until the next spontaneous and quite sporadic update!
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