It was a magical time. Alexis opened up to Loki in a way that she never had anyone else. Whenever they parted ways, even for just a short time, Loki would draw her close, cup her cheek gently in his hand and brush his thumb softly down her cheek and then across her bottom lip just as he had done the first time he'd ever been allowed to touch her. She used to tense up at his touch, but when he did this now she would close her eyes, smile and lean into his hand, sighing softly, her lips parting ever so slightly.
The sight that stood before him each time he did this seemed to Loki the most beautiful sight that could ever grace his eyes, and made him yearn to kiss her rose pink lips and tangle his hands in her soft, brown locks. Every fibre in his body wished she'd wrap her arms around him, holding him as close as possible too, never letting go… but he had to be gentle, and, for once, he didn't mind one bit that he had to wait or be gentle or take things slow. He may have been the God of lies, deceit and mischief, but that didn't mean that he couldn't feel this…this…exquisite feeling that coursed through his veins, made his heat race and made him warm inside.
However, today Alexis seemed sad…no, distracted. Like there was something troubling on her mind, weighing her down. He moved across the room to where she sat, staring into the middle-distance, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders tenderly.
"What is it, Love?" he inquired, his voice soft and warm. "What's the matter?"
"I figured it out." Alexis stated blankly. "Ragnarok… it was staring me right in the face… I was just too stupid to see it."
"What? What do you mean?" Loki frowned and spun Alexis in the seat to look at her properly. "Alexis?"
"To avert Ragnarok, the one who is weakest but bravest must sacrifice the one they hold most dear to the frost giants and the unworthy dead…if this is attempted to be halted, a champion must be chosen to fight the leader of the frost giants. However, the champion must be the champion of that weakest's heart, for none other will suffice." Alexis just kept talking, uncertain as to if it was to Loki or the air or even herself as she wrapped her mortal mind around her epiphany.
"We know that, sweetheart-" Loki began.
Alexis cut him off abruptly. "Please, let me finish…" she pleaded quietly, and he waited. "It was prophesised that there would be an attempt to avert the Ragnarok by a mortal, meek in nature, from immortal descent. The one nearest to her heart would be her mother, who would be offered in sacrifice but would have her only child stand against those who required her blood, therefore requiring a champion to be chosen. The champion she chose would have to fight those he was descended from in order to save the one he loved – and her mother – from the sacrificial table they would face should he lose. However, the prophecy fails to tell of the outcome of the champion's battle, leaving the supposed saviour without knowledge of the fate of the loved one he fought for."
"Yes?" Loki continued to frown. "Significance?"
Alexis continued, "Whilst researching 'Ragnarok', I discovered that you, Loki, were supposedly trapped in a cave by Odin for causing a great catastrophe…supposedly I am to take that as the more recent attack on New York… and that you would remain there until Ragnarok rolled around. It was also foretold that you," Alexis pointed at Loki. "Would be one of the leaders when the battles of Ragnarok commenced and, I'm paraphrasing here, 'fight against those he came from." Alexis looked him up and down. "Well, you're certainly not in that horrific cave anymore…"
"Again, significance?" Loki folded his arms in frustration at her cryptic explanation.
"You still don't get it." Alexis watched Loki shake his head at her and sighed. "The person we've been looking for…the girl… is me. I'm the mortal of immortal descent. Freyja is like my great, great, great, great grandmother. My mother is the supposed sacrifice. And you… you're…" Alexis' eyes began to tear up. "You're my champion…my heart's champion."
"Wait… what?" Loki held his hands up in a gesture of either surrender or defence.
Again, Alexis sighed sadly. "The real meaning behind 'those he came from' is that you were brought up by the Asgardians, but that your birth origin is that of 'Frost Giant' kind, so if you fight to save me and my mother… you will indeed fight those that you came from."
"I see…" Loki gazed at her blankly. "Anything else I should know?"
"Yes," Alexis replied, finally looking up at Loki. "We are told that the sacrifice will be made…and that I will get in the way of it proceeding, hence meaning that you will either fight…or let me and my mother die. However, the prophecy fails to tell of the outcome of the champion's battle, leaving my supposed saviour without knowledge of whether or not he will win what he fought for…my love…"
Loki returned to his cold, calculating self in an instant and turned to the door. "I must tell the others…"