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Chapter 11 – A True Friend
Cassidy was calling to him, but he couldn't answer her.
Loki had been sitting underneath her window, with his back leaning against the invisible wall of the void, for over two hours. Unmoving.
He was still in shock over the fact that he had masturbated, fantasising about Cassie's naked body. Loki hadn't masturbated in over 2,000 years. Whenever he'd felt illustrious in the past, he'd simply called for a willing, buxom maid. However, that was difficult to simulate at this point in the universe.
It was a natural, sexual reflex. A spring that needed to be sprung. An itch to be scratched.
Still, guilt gnawed at his gut as he thought of their past together; all the tricks they'd played together when she was a child and all the heartache he'd aided her through and advice he'd given her as a young girl. It made him feel even more disgusted. He was her friend, and he'd betrayed her trust and violated her innocence.
Although, he reasoned with himself, she has grown exponentially since he'd seen her as a young lady. She's not a child any more.
Which was true; from the last time he'd seen his 'little friend' Cassidy, to now, she'd developed into a gorgeous woman. That was evident by the first time he'd seen her again, dancing around her home, gliding her hands over her lightly tanned, sensual body. He thought he'd gotten the wrong window. However, after the second time she'd spotted him, he'd instantly recognised her eyes. In all his long years, he'd never made acquaintances with anyone with such smoky eyes as hers. Hard as granite, yet soft as wisping smoke. When she was happy, or mischievous her irises would appear to sparkle, like silver. A diamond shining just for him.
Loki thought back to Cassidy leaning into the mirror after she'd caught him in the lower corner. Her short nightdress had gaped to display her firm breasts heaving from her heavy breath. He had felt the seductive pull of fantasy then, how could he not have known it would eventually lead to this?
He wasn't to blame for his actions, not truly. He was just a very lonely being, trapped within a cage of his own making, longing for physical contact. She was of consenting age, both on Midgard and Asgard, so there was nothing really to be ashamed of. What he had done was perfectly natural.
He glanced down to his groin and irked a brow, "But it's not going to happen again." he whispered adamantly to his crotch.
No more thinking of Cassidy, she was someone he had been great friends with for many years and would not risk their relationship on a whim. She was his friend. His friend.
"Loki? Come on, Loki where the fuck are you?" Cassidy's voice echoed through her mirror.
He looked upwards and could see the underside of Cassie's face, her brows furrowed and her grey eyes squinted, searching for him. An idea of a familiar, mischievous trick fluttered into his head. Silently, he raised himself onto his knees and crouched beneath her mirror. A wicked grin spread across his face and he pounced upwards to greet her.
"Yes?" Loki answered, springing from the bottom of her three panelled mirror. Cassie leapt out of her skin.
"Ohh! You stupid ass-hole, you scared the shit in to me." she shouted, laughing. "Dammit, you always used to get me with that." she mused, thinking back the numerous times she'd called to him through the years and the umpteen times he'd played that trick on her.
"And yet, you still haven't learned the lesson." he replied, smiling back at her.
"Which is?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.
Loki's gaze lowered to her hips and lingered there, Cassidy swallowed.
His eyes flicked back to her face, dark and seductive."Never underestimate a God." he growled, then he blinked hard, his eyes easing back to their normal shade of green.
Cassidy lazily quirked a brow, "Really? Cause I would've said it was something like, 'God's are complete dicks'." she retorted, pouting her lips with attitude.
Loki's mouth spread into a wide grin, showing his dazzlingly white teeth as he chuckled. Cassie flashed her eyes to the ceiling and laughed herself.
"So, how did today go?" he inquired, bracing himself by biting his bottom lip.
Cassie smiled; just thinking about getting her job back, made her beam.
"I got my job back!" she gushed, throwing her arms in the air.
His face lifted as he smiled brightly, "Oh, that's fantastic! I'm so happy for you." he cheered, "Coincidently, what is it that you do for a living?" he asked, "I believe I've voiced this query before, but as I recall I wasn't welcome here at that point." he finished, his tone low.
Cassidy sighed through her nose, "Yeah, I've been meaning to apologise about that." she confessed, "I was being a complete bitch and an ass that day, you didn't deserve it and I'm sorry I snapped at you. You we're only trying to be friendly." she atoned, bowing her head lightly towards him.
"Apology accepted, old friend," he smiled, "Now. I believe we have an abundance of things to talk about. However, I believe we should take this to a more comfortable location for you." Then, without another word, he disappeared from her mirror. Cassie looked edged nearer to look inside.
"Cassidy?" his voice called from the living room, "In here."
She held onto the door frame and swung her head in to inspect the room. Sure enough, he stood in her window, smiling broadly at her. She shook her head and laughed, wondering if she'd ever get used to having magic back in her life.
"Sit down my friend, I want to hear about everything that I have missed these long years." he said, gesturing to her peach couch, strewn with multicoloured blankets.
Cassie went to sit down, then had a quick thought. "Wait." she said, holding up her hands. Then she darted into her small bathroom and rifled through the short stack of shelves under her sink and brought out a medium-sized, oval mirror, with a small stand.
She re-entered the room and held up the mirror wordlessly to Loki, who nodded and immediately appeared in the reflective glass in her hands.
"There you are," she said, as she placed him on her coffee table, "Now I can see you properly. Wait there, I'm going to get a beer." she announced.
She retrieved a now chilled beer from her fridge and popping the cap with her teeth, she sank into her sofa. Cassie took a long pull of beer, the fizzy alcohol bubbled down her throat.
"So, what should we talk about first?" she asked, holding her arms open to him.
They talked, practically non-stop, for three and a half hours, only pausing for beer and pee breaks. Well, she did anyway. Loki just sat there, enraptured by her stories.
They'd talked about her move to Seattle, why she'd chosen Seattle, how she'd become a reporter, why she chose to live in such a shabby place, her neighbours, her co-workers and her wonderful boss. Cassidy kept trying to change the subject to him and they briefly spoke of Asgard and his father's health, but Loki was uninterested in talking about himself and kept deferring the conversation back to her.
Getting him to open up was going to be harder than she thought.
She talked, nonsensically most of the time, and he listened. They spoke about how he'd got the scars on his face, which he briefly expanded on.
"Situations changed in Asgard, while my father was in the Odinssleep. My short reign was over-thrown by my trusted friends, and I was forced to seek shelter here."
"Whoa, you're own friends turned on you?" she asked, appalled. He nodded twice. "That's rough." she commented, pursing her lips in an unamused fashion. "So, your staying in there until you come up with a plan to get back at them?"
He laughed without humour, "Cassidy. I had a plan. It was beautiful, well-thought out and timed with precision. A plan that would have promised peace and unity between the realms," His eyes were alive with excitement but as soon as it was there, it was gone, "But my plans were unfortunately foiled, by my– " he stopped, his green eyes looking sadly into nothingness. Cassidy understood; he was talking about the night of the feast.
"Your brother."
His eyes shot back to her, with a strange expression. He looked confused, but also afraid and she didn't know why. She picked up her blackberry sitting on the coffee table and gestured it to him.
"Internet. Wonderful thing." she said, replacing her phone on the glass, "I've read quite a few interesting things about you."
His brows alleviated, to be replaced with amusement, "Oh, yes?"
"Yes," replied Cassie, nodding, "And I have to ask; how the hell did you give birth to a horse?" she burst. Loki chuckled, throwing his head back in amusement.
"Ah, Sleipnir." he said, pointing a finger gently at her, then placing his hand to his leather encased heart, "My most beautiful creation and most prized possession. I birthed him whilst in the form of a mare, after– an incident with a stallion." he murmured, shuffling uncomfortably. Cassie tried to compose herself and nodded solemnly.
"You took one for the team, champ." she cheered, swooping her fist in front of her chest and holding back a giggle.
He threw her a withering look and Cassie fell apart laughing. She clapped her hands like a performing seal and rocked on her peach cushion. Loki smirked slightly, stubbornly trying to hold his in.
Cassie caught her breath back, "Oh come on, Loki you've given birth to horses and werewolves and snakes–"
"Uh-uh, that's not right," he stopped her, "I did not give birth to Fenrir and Jörmungandr, they were my creations. Of course, they were like kin to me but they are not my children. That little device has led you wrong." he informed her, pointing her cell lying on the table.
"Wikipedia 0, Loki 1" she aloud to herself. Loki's brow knitted with confusion, so she waved a dismissive hand at him, "Never mind."
Cassie had read every top article on Loki in her bath last night, most of which weren't very nice. But as she was reading them, she was shaking her head.
No, that wasn't the Loki she knew.
That was some arrogant, mentally-fucked up tool that the Norse mythologists had made up. The Loki she knew was nothing like that. Well, sometimes he was arrogant, but that was it. He wasn't fucked up, or a tool.
Shooranks on the other hand..
Cassie let out a deep sigh and smiled to herself; this gave her hope. If a misunderstanding between him having kids, and treating his experiments like his own children, then what else would she uncover?
"Speaking of kin, Cassidy. How is yours? I hope your mother and father are well, and your brother, of course. We've yet to speak of your personal life, I'm sure there are boundless stories of– What's the matter?" he asked suddenly, his face rife with worry.
What?" she asked in reply.
"Cassidy, you have tears in your eyes." he said, quietly, pressing a pointed finger at her against the glass.
Did she?
Then she felt two cold drips fall, almost simultaneously, on her clasped palms. She raised a hand to her face; he was right. She was crying and she hadn't noticed.
"Oh." she said, wiping her face.
"Oh?" he admonished, looking dismayed, "Cassidy, what's wrong?"
Cassie closed her eyes, she wished she'd have more time than this. She looked back into his gentle green orbs, his thin brows creased with concern.
Now she could feel her eyes tearing.
She took a breath, and tried to utter the nine words that she'd never been able to say: "My mother's dead. She died in a car-crash."
His beautiful face dissolved into devastation, "Oh, Cassidy. I am so sorry." he whispered.
Cassidy sniffed, "It wasn't your fault." she said, her lower lip trembling.
"When?" he asked.
Damn it. She'd hoped he wouldn't ask that one.
She'd spent days and months on end when she was younger, thinking about what she would say to him if he ever came back. The hurtful things she would say;
"It's your fault she's gone, you could've done something about it! You could've saved her! But you left me, you piece of crap. You left me when I needed you."
She'd scream at him, scream and shout until she made him leave and never come back. She'd blamed him for being so selfish and leaving her, but she knew that wasn't true anymore.
Things were different, he was different.
"Cassidy, tell me." he encouraged softly. Cassidy's face creased with her building emotions and sank her head into her chest, not wanting the words to form.
"The day you left me." she uttered, numbly.
Silence passed between them. Cassidy kept her gaze down, tears falling gracefully onto her Moroccan rug. She couldn't look at him, she didn't want to. She didn't know what she'd see; anger, sadness, indifference, disgust, guilt?
From in front of her she heard him sniff and let out a shuddering breath.
"Cassidy," came his strained voice, "I am so deeply sorry for what I did to you, I didn't not know. But that does not absolve me, I should've been there for you. I should've been there in your time of desperate need. I understand; there is nothing more shattering in life, than losing someone you love to death." She sniffed and raised her hand to cover her mouth, nodding.
Yeah. She knew that part.
"I want you to know, that if I could alter time, I would come back for you. I never meant to leave you, I didn't wish to leave you but I couldn't–" he struggled, his voice failing him.
Cassie glanced up at him, then immediately wished she hadn't; tears glistened sparkling trails down his pale cheeks, and his mouth was tilted down at the sides. She gasped sorrowfully and nudged herself to her edge of her couch, more tears rolling down her face.
"I blamed you, for the longest time. I couldn't understand how you could leave me, or why you did. I hated you. I hated you so much fucking much for not being there for me when I needed you the most." she admitted, tears welling and blurring her vision. Cassidy covered her face with her hands and sniffed, smearing away the tears, "But not any more," she paused, "I can't."
Loki still wouldn't look at her, so Cassidy leaned forward and picked up the oval mirror, holding it like a precious jewel in her hands.
"I know now that you would never leave me, unless there was good reason. I didn't know about your father, and I'm sorry. It was unfair of me to demand so much of your attention. I was young and selfish so, of course, the entire world existed to shine out my ass. I'm actually glad you left, it made me grow up. I don't blame you any more, how could I? You had to be there for your dad, and.. I had to be there for mine." she finished, remembering her father's devastated face when they'd said goodbye to her mother.
Loki came closer into her, his eyes wet with tears and placed his fingertips to the glass.
"I'm sorry, Cassidy. I didn't know." he muttered, closing his watery eyes.
Cassie's bottom lip trembled and she placed her fingers onto his.
"I'm sorry, too."
He looked back into her eyes, then saw she'd placed her hand on his; he smiled sadly. They stared at each other, unmoving, until the mirror beneath her hand began to grow warm.
It had felt like he'd never left.
Cassidy smiled and took another sip of her tea, watching Loki's mind at work.
"What is an instrument?" he answered.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, "Thank god for that, I don't know how many times I could pretend to play the trumpet on my mug." she laughed, wiggling her fingers against the teal ceramic.
"Well, I am sorry but this game evades me. We cannot play with questions on Asgard, because you have never been and I am limited on my knowledge of Midgard."
"Earth" she corrected, quirking a brow.
"Po-tato, po-ta-toe." he flounced, waving a hand at her. She smiled over her tea at him.
Oh yeah, that he knew.
He'd been wonderful with her; he'd listened to the sob story of what had happened the day her mother died, and although now she was physically and emotionally spent from crying, she had never felt better. It had been exactly what she'd needed. To let go of all the anger and grief, and accept that her mother really was in a better place.
He'd described Valhalla to her; it sounded so beautiful. The glistening trees, the endless oceans and the golden stars. It had soothed her, knowing her mother was safe now. It had given her peace and now instead of the dull aching hollowness in her chest, there was hope and light glowing brightly again.
She would never be able to thank him enough for what he'd done. But she had an idea of how to re-pay him.
"I want to help you get back at your friends. You deserve that throne." she said. Loki looked back at her, his eyes wide.
"No, Cassidy, there is no way I can return there again." he said, shaking his head.
"Yes, there is. You sneak in all Loki-like; like you'd taught me to escape Mrs. Alexander's classroom, find some kick-ass weapons, slip into their rooms and– "
"Cassie, there's no way I can get back because I am stuck here!" he said loudly, drowning her out and gesturing his arms at the boundaries of her mirror, "I am stuck within this cold, unfeeling place because I am a coward. I am a lowly, filthy coward!" his voice echoed inside the glass. He breathed harshly through his nose, rage etched on his face.
"What are you talking about? You were able to come and go as you pleased before." He flicked his eyes to the side, "What aren't you telling me?"
He was hiding something, she knew it.
"Is there anyway you can get out?" she asked, calmly.
"Yes," he spat, "But it's complicated." and without another word, he strode out of the mirror. Cassie looked around the room and found him pacing back and forth in her large living room window.
"Complicated, how?" she inquired, standing up, still keeping a placid tone.
"I can escape this desolate place, only if I have the help of another."
Cassie grinned and lifted her arm to point herself.
"No." he growled at her. Her face fell, "I will not let you risk yourself for my gain, Cassie, I will not allow it. By the Norns, I will not." he said fiercely.
"Why not?" she asked affronted, "Who else on this planet could help you? You've got someone else on the side then, have you?"
"No," he answered through his teeth, "But you are not helping me." he said, pointing a finger at her strode toward the edge of the window.
Anger bubbled up in her chest and leapt out of her mouth, "You wanna fucking bet?" she snapped.
He turned to her, "I beg your pardon?" he asked, his expression stern.
"I said, 'You wanna fucking bet'. You never say anything about yourself and I can live that, I've got no problems if you want to stay the strong, handsome, mysterious type. But if you want me to bare my heart and fucking soul to you, then I expect a little respect in return. I am helping you, Loki and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. So, you either tell me now and help us both, or I'll do it myself." she shouted, gesturing her finger to the floor in her rage.
He cocked a black eyebrow at her and a twisted smile formed on his thin lips, "You think I'm handsome?" he remarked.
And there be the arrogant tool.
"Stop changing the subject, Loki; now if there's a way for you to get out of there, then I want to know." he took a breath to speak, but Cassie stopped him, "Even if you won't let me help, I want to know. What is it; a ritual, a spell, or something?" she demanded.
Silence ensued. Cassidy stood with her arms folded over her chest, obstinate. Loki's stone hard face eased and was replaced with a sweet smile, making Cassie's heart nudge a bit.
"A mixture of both," he conceded finally, "I need to acquire a book of rites, a ceremonial dagger and a mirror."
"Well, you have the pick of my mirrors–"
"A special mirror, it's called the Mirror of Fróðleikr." he told her.
"The Mirror of Frodo-what?" she asked, bemused.
He chuckled at her mispronunciation, "Fróðleikr." he repeated.
"Yeah that," she replied, offhandedly.
She wasn't going to remember that.
"So, where is it? This mirror of Fro-glar-glar" she said, gargling the last word.
"It belongs in a place called, Oslo. Do you know it?"
"Yeah, that's in Norway. My brother's there now."
His eyes lit up.
"Do you think he could bring it back for us?"
Cassie laughed, "Um, I know think so, Loki. Oslo is a big place. He wouldn't even know where to look."
Oh yes, she could just imagine Sonny trying to get that past customs.
Loki sighed, grimacing.
"What does it look like?" she inquired.
"It's beautiful, it was crafted by the builder of Midgard. It was forged in secret for a great sorcerer, who possessed the ability to travel though the universe. However, after the All-father developed the bi-frost it was not as feared and famed as it once was–"
"What does it look like?" she insisted, stopping his ramblings.
"Large, silver and wide, adorned with the native language of the Norse."
Cassie tightened her eyes, "With weird symbols down the sides?" she said, gesturing her hand down horizontally in front of her.
He sighed, "Some call that the alphabet, Cassidy." he chided, playfully.
She thought back on the illustrious dream she'd had the first night he came back; hadn't she dreamed he came out of a huge mirror like the one he was describing?
"I've seen it, I've seen that mirror. In my dream, I saw it."
Loki cast a doubtful eye on her, "You've seen the Mirror of Fróðleikr?" he said, dubiously.
"I think so." she nodded, "I had a dream that I was in my apartment and this huge, silver mirror was in the middle of my lounge. Then you came into it, all shady looking. I touched the mirror and you came through it. It had weird marking's down it–" she trailed off, looking around for a pen and paper.
She pushed herself off her sofa and reached into her black satchel to pull out her reporter's pad. Sitting back down, Cassie started tracing down some of the symbols she remembered.
"Like this," she said, showing her drawings to him. His eyes widened.
Guess that was the mirror she saw.
He shook his head at her, unbelieving, "How did you dream of the Fróðleikr? This is not possible." he said, shocked.
"I don't know, but it's gotta mean something, right? I mean, it's a bit too coincidental. The night you come back, I just happen to have a dream about the way you can escape? I was supposed to see this mirror." she said pointedly. This was a sign, she was meant to know about the mirror. It had to mean something.
Loki remained silent, staring wide-eyed into non-existence. Cassie shook her head.
"Okay, forget about the mirror for a minute. A book of rites, that's what, like a bible?"
Loki looked up, "A bible?"
"It's a religious book. The Christian book of worship, it's where all the stories and histories of God are kept. Kind of like if the Norse had a book of stories on you." she explained, Loki raised an unamused eyebrow at her and gestured at her phone.
"Fair point." she said, holding her hands up by her chest. "Anyway, there's a passage in there called, 'The Last Rites' but it's read to people who are gunna die. Never mind." she said, biting her thumb.
"No wait, death is just a passage to another realm. This could be what I'm looking for, a blessing, to pass from one realm to the other." he said, smiling.
"Really? Wow, I am on a roll with this shit. I'm just throwing stuff out there and it's sticking to the wall." she gushed, nodding excitedly like a parakeet, "And the dagger?"
"The ceremonial dagger must be made of pure steel, and entwined with the skin of a serpent. My creation, Jörmungandr was banished from Asgard and sent to encircle the tree of Yggdrasil, the tree of the universe. His body guards the realms, so I must need his skin to allow me to travel across it. This is seeming impossible. I haven't seen Jörmungandr in decades." he said, disheartened.
"So, just get a stainless steel kitchen knife and wrap some snake skin around it. Done." she thought aloud. Suddenly, Loki's face turned from submission, to wonderment. He grinned broadly at Cassie.
"Wait, that would work?" she asked, shocked. She gave a throaty gasp of incredulity and began rolling her fists in front of her, like she was going the locomotion.
"Cassidy Sheridan," he paused, waiting for her to look at him, "Suddenly, my entire world seems that much brighter with you in it," he blurted, "Thank you." Loki laid his hand on his chest and stooped himself into a bow.
Cassie tilted her head, smiling at the lonely prince in her window. Hot, liquid warmth spread from her heart to the bottom of her toes and the tips of her fingers.
Fuck Tony, this guy knew how to make a girl feel special. It's not everyday a Godly prince bows at a mortal, and she knew it.
Cassie made her way past the coffee table, towards the window. She could see his silken, midnight hair curling perfectly around the nape of his neck. She wasn't finished with him yet.
"Does this mean I can help you now?" she asked, tentatively.
He raised his dark head and cool grey, met sparkling emerald. He smiled at her, "We'll see, little one." he answered, with a soft smile.
The Norns were playing a cruel trick on him. He was sure of it. They knew how much he cared for Cassidy, they had heard his prayer and yet they continued their plan.
It was true, Cassidy dreaming of the Mirror of Fróðleikr was a sign. She was key in his transfer through the realms. If he was to ever leave the Mirrored Realm, it was by her hand, and hers alone.
He was such a fool, he should have known that his passage out of here wouldn't be easy.
Sigyn had told him what was required for the ritual, and how it should successfully be carried out. She proffered herself for the casting, but he'd refused; another friend he would not risk for himself.
He told Cassidy no, that she was not aiding him in his plight. But Norns, if he could resist the fire in her eyes when she was angered. She was so passionate for him– about helping him. He knew better than to test Cassie's stubbornness, it was in contention with that of Heimdall.
It was oddly stirring.
"So, when can we get this show on the road?" Cassidy asked, clapping her hands together and bringing out of his thoughts.
"It must be carried out on the third night of the Winternights celebration, the Pagan witches call it 'All Hallows Eve'" he replied.
"Halloween?" she made an uneasy face, pulling her mouth to the side, "That's my father's birthday. Shit! That's only six days away. How are we supposed to get a huge fucking mirror here in six days?" she cried, arms flailing wildly.
"Fear not my friend, I will deal with the mirror. However, may I ask you to collect the other two items for me? You seem to know how you are going to acquire them." he praised, imitating her rolling arms.
"No problem." she laughed. Cassie headed towards her kitchen and open a drawer when she arrived, pulling out a large, silver knife with a black handle, "There you go; ceremonial dagger's half done. I'm going to start looking where I can get some real snake skin for you." she said, hurrying to pick up her device sitting on her table.
He beamed at her through the glass border before him, then cast a reflective look around the void. Soon, he would return to the realm of Midgard and would live there peacefully for the rest of his long existence. He had no wish to claim their throne, nor that of anywhere else in the cosmos. Not any more. Loki Laufeysson was contented where he would be; surrounded by the warmth, love and guidance of his friend.
"Ah-ha," she cried triumphantly, "found a bible on Amazon. for bucks, not bad." she smiled brightly and continued tapping on her small black device.
He hadn't the faintest fathom of what she was talking about, but one thing he knew with absolute certainty; he was a very privileged Jötun to have found such a true friend.
Shit's getting real people. Loki's so close I could - and would - lick him!
RnR's would be most delightful, I shall shout your names from the rooftops in the next AN :D If that's not a tempting offer, I don't know what is.. apart from Loki. Naked. In your bed. With a note sellotaped to his chest saying, 'Love Violeta27 xx' hehe.
You never know ;)
If you have any queries about the Norse legends I've referred to in this piece, do a Cassie and type him into google. The Thrim one is quite hilarious, I must admit.
THANKS FOR READING!