Scene 13, montage
As soon as Breka is allowed, they take up their training sessions again. Loki sticks to his promise and refrains from using magic, at least in public, creating a veil around them when he deems it necessary.
Breka leans on his sword and looks around.
"So how does this work by the way? Nobody can see us? Can they hear us?"
Loki steps closer.
"It basically makes them forget that we exist."
"So if I was outside the veil I'd forget you?"
"As long as the veil is up, yes."
Breka gives him a gentle, lingering kiss.
"That's a horrible idea."
Loki smiles at him, taking position again.
"I could build in an exception."
"So I'd be the only person in the nine realms that would know you exist?"
"Yeah."
Loki lifts his sword.
"On second thought I don't think I'd need a spell to accomplish that."
Breka just gives him a look.
"What?" Loki shrugs. "I couldn't just let that lie there."
"Yes. You could. Stop generating yourself as this lone wolf character. You're at the centre of the universe. Your father rules the nine realms."
Loki grips his sword with both hands.
"And what a father he is," he spits.
"At least you have one!"
They both take a breath.
"I'm sorry," Breka says.
Loki shakes his head, lowering his sword.
"No, Breka, I am. You're right. Growing up without a father must have been hard—and painful. And me constantly complaining about mine probably isn't helping. I'm sorry."
Breka stays silent. Loki steps close and gives Breka a gentle kiss.
"You don't want to talk about him."
"I'm not sure," Breka says quietly. "I never mentioned my sister, did I?"
"No, you didn't."
"Sometimes I think the only reason I became a soldier was to make her proud. She was amazing with a sword. Could have disarmed you in half the time it takes me. Father kept coming up with new ideas for the ideal sword for her, lighter and lighter but still lethal. It didn't save her in the end though."
Breka falls silent, looking over Loki's shoulder into a distance.
"What? What happened?"
Breka shakes his head, tears shimmering in his eyes.
"Could you keep that veil up for a moment please?"
"Of course," Loki says gently and pulls Breka into an embrace.