She poked her head around the corner of the door to check if anyone was there and saw Loki. He was leaning against the lower stable divider; it would seem Lavender wasn't the only one who wanted to be alone. She slowly walked in and silently sat next to him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I think that's the question I should be asking you,"
Loki looked at her and said nothing.
"Thor has inherited the throne, hasn't he?"
Loki nodded, "I just don't get why I'm never good enough!"
"Loki, don't-"
"No!" He said standing up, "it's true – before you say it's not. I don't want the throne but it would be nice to be treated with a little more respect!"
"Loki, does it matter what they think?"
"Yes, It does!" He snapped, before storming out.
Lavender sat in the silence and muttered, "Must be someone else's life I've messed up…"
Chestnut nudged her arm and she looked over at him, "I don't know what to do…" she told him, "maybe I could live alone, on Midgard?" Chestnut just nudged her again. "This is what I've become? I'm talking to a horse for crying out loud!"
She reached up onto a shelf to get a brush and began to brush through Chestnut's mane and then his whole body. She took her time and did it at least twice. When she'd finished she went over to fetch some oats and let him pick at will at it. She sat down watching him as her own stomach growled, "What should I do?" She sighed to herself, "I've got nowhere to go…"
Loki headed for the stables to see if Lavender was still there. He felt guilty for snapping at her before, especially knowing what she was already going through. A part of him wasn't really expecting her to be there, but still, he felt like he should try.
"Lavender?" he called out,
Lavender stayed silent for a moment before getting up, "What do you want, Loki?"
"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier, will you forgive me?"
She sighed, "Yes, I always do, don't I?"
Loki smiled, "What are you still doing here?"
"I don't think my sister much wants my company…"
"You can stay here for the night, if you wish?"
"If I'm not too much trouble," she smiled,
"What do you mean 'too much trouble'?"
The bitterness came through as she tried to hold back tears, "It's only, I'm a curse to my own family,"
"Of course you're not!" he said, pulling her into a hug, "come on let's go inside, it's getting cold in here," he said, kissing the top of her head.