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ON THE SPIRAL
Chapter 8
Loki blinked several times before he eventually registered the sight before his beautiful eyes. Speaking of which, now they were even easier to adore and worship since the perfect emerald orbs went much over their ordinary size.
He carefully eyed up and down unconscious form of Heimdall lying on the kitchen floor, in all his blatantly horrible clothes (that were by the way, designed personally by the Trickster God himself ) and trembling, outraged Freya standing over him, with a Frying-pan of Doom held firmly in her hand. Her eyes were emitting dangerous glints and she was pale from fury.
"How dare you raise your hand at my beloved." She hissed and Loki subconsciously took a step back, fully aware that Freya doesn't pay much attention to what she destroys while having one of her famous attacks. Thor quickly rose to his feet and mumbling about his sudden and irresistible urge to return to his work, he headed to the door, picked up the buckets and left the mansion for good.
"He's not yours," protested Mayura dryly but somehow she lost her anger. It seemed she was starting to feel guilty over her previous behaviour involving Higashiyama-kun. He truly looked worse than she had imagined that it was possible, but laughing her belly out right in front of him wasn't the most kind way out.
She anxiously looked at the boy on the floor. He didn't move and… she chewed her lip thoughtfully and the enlightenment blessed her with its presence.
"Loki-kun! He isn't breathing!" she shouted in a high-pitched frightened voice.
The Trickster God looked suspiciously at Heimdall, completely ignoring Freya's yelling and cursing in the background and Yamino-san's feverish attempts to calm her down. Loki didn't find necessary stopping her attack, since the goddess was dangerous only to herself or the unanimated porcelain or glass objects, like plates or glasses, which she could effectively throw at the wall and watch it crack with a satisfied smile.
"I don't think so." He said doubtfully, but Mayura had other opinion. She quickly turned Heimdall around and stared at him with concentration. Then she approached her ear to his mouth and shrieked.
"I'm telling you he isn't breathing!" she insisted
"Mayura," began Loki patiently "Higashiyama-kun surely isn't seriously harmed only because he got hit in his head." In other words, the God of Schemes just doesn't go out of his breath only because an outraged pretty-faced someone attacked him with a frying-pan, he added inwardly.
"He needs rescue breathing." She stated stubbornly "And I'm going to help him!"
Just when Mayura's head approached Heimdall's, thousands of thoughts ran through Loki's mind. One of them was, he didn't want Mayura to use that sort of the first-aid on anyone, because it seemed like kissing. The second one, that he'd probably gone mad, because he actually cared about whether this girl kissed anyone, and he shouldn't have.
The third, that there was only one way to stop Mayura and making Heimdall wake up and making the female detective eventually shut up with whining over seemingly dead cross-dressed Guardian of Bilrost.
Secondly after certain thing happened, Freya's eyes turned to her lovely Loki, and when she wanted to start chirping something, the sight made her dumbfounded successfully.
And it of course wasn't the fact that Mayura was sitting nearby Heimdall's body with utterly shocked expression on her face.
It was a little, small matter. Like, Loki was kissing Heimdall by now.
Freya slowly opened her mouth to form a question, but then she only closed it back, not able to emit anything comprehensible, except some interesting sounds that resembled coughing and choking at the same time. Yamino-san and Ecchan both looked like they were about to have a serious heart attack, and Fenrir only cursed badly. Mayura, sitting terrified in her spot, seemed to burst out with something at the very next minute.
In all happened almost at once, so right after Loki's lips brushed over the unlucky victim of the frying-pan, trying to make him breathe though he didn't really know how, Heimdall's eyes opened wide and he yelled terribly, getting up immediately and almost hitting Loki in the face with his forehead.
"What in the Earth are you doing?" he cried agonizingly. But before the asked one had the smallest chance to reply, Mayura's scream tore the air and the girl ran out of the room, crying loudly. Not thinking much Loki ran after her, as if it was some kind of an instinct.
After some small chase, he saw her, cuddled near the wall, sobbing bitterly and it was a heartbreaking sight. Loki gently kneeled near her and asked what was wrong.
"It's all over." She stated lugubriously .
Loki merely stared at her and asked perplexed: "What's all over?"
"Well, it'd be easier if you tell me what you mean." He suggested
"Loki…why didn't you tell me, that….?" she stopped dramatically, and Loki was definitely and beyond any recall getting on his strained nerves.
"Yes?" he threw in impatiently.
"That… YOU'RE A GAY!" she bowled hysterically and burst into tears again, leaving the Trickster God completely stunned and speechless.
In the same moment the door opened and everyone who were obviously eavesdropping, shouted various "What!"'s and "It can't be!" 's
Loki glared stunned at the hysteric group of people who obviously were in the wrong place at the wrong time, just to hear this unfortunate statement and take it as they did.
"Loki, please tell me you don't have any crush on me!" pleaded Heimdall with that kind of disgusted face as if someone had forced him to inhale with a very ugly smell.
"Loki-sama, I'm ready to respect your life choice but anyway please don't say it's true." Spluttered Yamino-san with terrified expression, wringing his fingers.
"Daddy… at least… don't make him my mommy…" stammered Fenrir, throwing quick sideways glances at Heimdall, who waved him off with a squirm.
"I am not going to lose Loki's heart to Heimdall." Hissed Freya, but as much as she tried to look dangerous, a visible fear and denial glowed in her eyes, clearly repeating "Deny it, deny it".
As they all seemed very well prepared to start their sincere pleas all over again, Loki felt it was rather necessary to deny their ridiculous accusations. Besides, merely the idea of having a romantic affair with Heimdall made him nauseous.
"Enough! I'm perfectly straight, you stupid people! I just tried to do the rescue breathing and it's not my fault my knowledge about first-aid is at about the same level as Mayura's! Believe me, I'd rather go for tortures than do it ever gain!" he snarled
"So in that case, why did you do it?" asked Heimdall matter-of-factly.
Loki winced. Touché.
What was he going to say now? Confess that he just couldn't allow Mayura kiss Heimdall to that point that he rather did it himself to prevent it? That he felt sickeningly jealous of merely the inward image of this might-have-been situation? Even that he didn't really mind making Mayura stay at his mansion and seeing her so chokingly in love with him? Oh, yes, he felt unusually tempted by the idea of telling them all that he felt so attached and attracted to that mortal girl.
They'd be highly bothered of the image of Loki acting like a lovesick man. As if he wasn't bothered by that! It was truly inconvenient and troublesome. He somehow had forgotten how it is to feel attached, …,
….Love?
No, he was definitely getting more and more ridiculous. It was just not true that he could have been in love with this girl; this was an impossibility itself. He, as the Trickster God just couldn't do it! He really was able have anyone he pleased and he was able to get any woman whenever he wanted.
Mayura was pretty, of course, and captivated people without even knowing it, but there wasn't any proof that he liked her more than, for example… well. The pesky fact that there wasn't any girl he'd lately like more than Mayura was banging at his head, and it was hard to get rid of it.
"Oh my God, now when I come to think of it…" mumbled Freya nervously "But it can't be. It just denies… but Loki was always interested in females… but on the other hand… Now I realize that he really had some affair with Odin…"
Loki ignored the most part of her feverish broodings, but Odin's name sent off warning bells in his head. He hastily tried to recall the words that he felt were very important and could help, but he kept on missing them.
"I somehow wasn't informed well. And I do prefer to keep it that way," remarked Heimdall, with exasperation, and strong feeling that he hadn't got a strange fancy to be aware of Loki's old romances.
The Trickster God twitched and lost his composure. He had to talk with Mayura, and not to lose time convincing them about the obvious truth that he was straight. Well, maybe there were some incidents in the past, but that wasn't something he wanted to share with them.
So he yelled at them and made sure it was the loudest yell they have ever heard, full of nice words and nice promises for anyone who wanted to say again something.
A minute later, everyone was out the room, and Loki turned around to Mayura.
She was not crying anymore, but she looked sad.
Why does it bother you? Why do you want to know the reason of her sadness?
Please don't turn me into a pathetic, overly-romantic man with love problems, he growled to his inner voice, somehow forgetting to ignore it instead of answering it.
But in fact, what was wrong with that?
Mayura was the one to start it, as she was more open and more naïve, which was very good at the moment.
"Loki-kun, you know, I begin to regret that you've grown up. Because.. well, I guess, it's because I'm egoistic; I had had all of you for myself, and you seemed to like me a bit, and you weren't ignoring me as you do now, and oh, I don't know." she said in one breath.
After a long minute of silence, Loki spat out: "Am I ignoring you?" with a little, strange stinging in his heart.
"Kind of. And to think that right now, when I finally-" she cut abruptly and covered her mouth, almost saying 'Oops' aloud.
You're so clumsy even in such matter, she scolded herself inwardly. This whole thing couldn't be revealed for two simple reasons: he would think she was a freak; to had been attracted to a young boy he used to be, and two- he kept Freya like that so he didn't like her the way.. ah, whatever.
'No, you can't tell him.' Mayura was repeating and yet, even if she was moved, she was feeling stupid.
'No, don't ask her about that. Don't get into that.' Loki was doing the same, with one slight difference- he felt like a dork. It had become like a habit, to laugh about emotions, to stay ironic about the matters of affection.
And it is great irony how we keep on missing each other, inches from one another, and still, we don't recognize and don't see, although we look all the time, intensely.
But one of them had to surrender, and to keep the balance, as Mayura started it, Loki finished it. The conversation, of course, because it wasn't the end, it was the beginning.
"Hey, Mayura.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." He said, and it wasn't so difficult at all. But there was another thing he had to add.
"And besides, I like you."
Ta-dah. He was still alive. And oddly, he was feeling much younger.
Two months later the Loki's mansion was quieter. The main reason behind it was.. Freyr, who finally managed to drag his sister out of this house, and away from that sinful, blatantly insolent man. She was still supposed to live with her guardian (read: her great, caring brother) who would chase away the evil of relationships with wrong men.
Heimdall returned with them, because after that little trick which Loki and others found hilarious but unfortunately he did not, it surely wasn't possible for him to stay in the mansion. Luxury was luxury, but on the other hand- pride was pride.
Life went back to normal, the routine was destroyed sometimes by occasional strange visits, or eerie cases, or Freya's constant crazy attempts to catch Loki once again.
But the under the veil of routine, a special game of only two players was played all over and over, a game of brief touches, longer looks and random words which were more significant than random words were supposed to be.
After all, Loki and Mayura confessed their sympathy, nothing more, maybe stronger than average sympathy but still nothing exceeding that level.
The anticipation for more raised in the air, warmly wrapping everything in a certain feeling of sureness and heat.
Nothing was sure, everything was possible, but as for now, they were together on the spiral called life and.. it was good.
THE END
It took me damn long to finish it, didn't it? I had a large writer's block and unhealthy amount of homework but I guess those are no excuse. But anyway, that's the end! It may appear a little rushed, but that'show I wanted it. Besides, they've waited too long already :)
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