Decided to Update a day early. I think I'm going to update every two days from now on I can probably write that fast…I think. Also as you may have noticed I decided to shorten the title, it just wasn't working for me before. Thank you for the support and enjoy!
Chapter Three:
As the friends rode back to Asgard a sense of unease settled over them. Threats of a powerful, malicious man rising from the dead were not taken lightly by any of them. Although they attempted light conversation it did nothing to the mood. Especially since Isil appeared to be becoming more and more adversely affected by the wolf's words.
By the time they walked back into the castle all attempts to hold a conversation with her had ceased. She walked several paces behind the rest and looked down solemnly.
"I don't like to see her like this. It is rare for her to be so silent," Thor told Loki as he glanced back at his elfish friend. "But I don't know what to do to relieve her troubles."
"I don't think that there is much we can do to help," Loki sighed, he would come up with something latte, but at the moment it was probably best to let her be. For he knew none of them were in the mood to deal with an irritable Isil.
"If you say so brother," Thor smiled. "For you know here more than anyone." He leaned in to whisper in his brother's ear. "If I am not mistaken you care for her in way that is more than platonic."
Loki could do nothing, but stare at his brother, "Well you are mistaken. I care for her romantically as much as you care about Lady Sif that way."
That was a conversation they had had several months ago. Loki was curious to see if his brother was romantically involved with Sif, which he had suspected for quite awhile. To see if it was true he tricked Thor into going into Lady Sif's chambers whilst she was nude. Thor had squealed like a child and averted his eyes and Sif had practically fainted from embarrassment. Which was an emotion that was not frequent to her. Loki had concluded they were not having any relationship other than a friendly one.
Of course this prank had caused Sif to carry a grudge against Loki. Loki felt that she might hold more feeling towards his brother than he held for her. Anyway, Thor had thought it to be humorous, after throwing a small temper tantrum at Loki of course.
Thor raised his eyebrows at Loki, "Whatever you say. You must know your feeling better than anyone else."
"Of course I do," Loki didn't appreciate that remark for it implied that Thor knew what he was thinking. He wished for Thor to never know what his thoughts were and he doubted that it would ever be a concern. For Thor was not one for looking deeply into the thoughts of others. Loki would never need anyone else let alone a woman.
Loki glanced back, perhaps he didn't need Isil, but he enjoyed her company immensely and he hoped she wouldn't remain upset for too long. Maybe he could even get her to tell him why she was always so upset when someone mentioned her past. She could barely hear mention of her being an elf without storming out of a room. The last time he had attempted to get her to open she was mad at him for months and he would prefer for that to not repeat itself.
They had decided to talk to Odin with haste to see if anything could be done soon. The walk to the throne room where Odin was waiting for them felt like an eternity. When they finally reached it Odin was seated on his throne looking pensively off into the distance.
"Welcome my sons," Odin greeted them. "And their valiant friends." They all respectfully bowed. "I am aware that your victory comes with an unwanted situation. However, we should not jump to any conclusions yet." He met his gaze with Isil's, his wise eyes could sense the fear laying beneath his unyielding facial expression. "I will send out scouts to several posts throughout the realms and have Heimdall look about to seek Telemnar if we find him we will take further actions. That is all I have to tell you for now, but be warned. He is a very dangerous man and we should avoid fighting him at all costs."
Without waiting another second Isil stormed out of the room. Loki quickly glanced at Thor.
"Go Brother," Thor gestured. "If any one is to be a help to Isil it will be you."
Loki sighed heavily knowing that Thor was correct.
Loki followed Isil out to the gardens. It was one of her favorite places in the castle as her elfish nature called her towards all natural elements. He quietly approached her.
"What seem to be troubling you?" he asked.
"That is a silly question," she glared at him. "You already know precisely what my problem is."
"Ah yes," Loki quipped back. "You are being difficult. When isn't that your problem?" He sat down next to her on the bench she was sitting on.
"I am in no mood for jesting Loki," Isil looked down.
"Alright, than tell me the depth of what troubles you," Loki added much more sincerely. "I know but the surface of the problem." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, "I only wish to help."
"Fine," Isil whispered. "There really isn't much more to tell in terms of events. Telemnar was always having some sort of plan or scheme. We constantly waited for his next move, and the majority of the time we were able to foil his plans. He usually had dramatic plans that involved conquering the entire kingdom or using mind control on my father. However, this particular time he decided to try a more decisive action…" Her voice trailed off as she looked into Loki's eyes, "You know what he did. He killed my mother."
"I imagine it was quite painful for you," Loki attempted to give a comforting smile. He was holding back the urge to make a quip, because he knew that Isil might kill him if he did. She was fierce, no matter how much she was hurting at the moment.
"Yes, yes it was. I was very close to my mother. She seemed to be the only one in the family that cared about me. She was passionate and very active in ruling the kingdom just as my father was, but she still made time for me. My father was only concerned with formulating my sister into a good future ruler he sees me only as a tool for building new alliances with. After my mother died my life seemed to fall apart. Well as much as it can fall apart for a child anyway. I doubt my family has thought about me in years," Isil said.
"So all this time you have badgered me about being jealous of Thor and how frivolous it is when you crave attention as much as I do?" Loki couldn't pretend to not be slightly upset. Isil had constantly told him that he needn't try to be better than Thor or seek out admiration.
"I can't pretend that it isn't slightly hypocritical, but we are in completely different situations," Isil looked at Loki's.
"Our situations are different as a pigeon and a dove," he replied sarcastically.
"That is false. For you desire attention while I simply want respect. You may think you are loved less than Thor, but that is where you are wrong. You puzzle Asgardians. Magic is much more mysterious than force, but you are still a beloved prince and your family loves you very much." Isil pleaded with Loki to understand.
"Not my father," Loki added quietly. It felt strange to say the words aloud. For many years he had thought so, but never had he believed enough to speak it.
"Did your father send you away because "he couldn't raise two daughter alone"? Did Odin shun you because he doesn't even have the time to take care of you?" Isil was screaming at this point, "Did he send you to an entirely different realm when you were but a small child? No, no, no." She had a slightly feral look in her eyes as she screamed. She went on and on and Loki couldn't even understand half of what she said. She finally quieted just enough to get a developed sentence through, "You are loved by your family-never doubt it."
Loki had no words. He felt some sense of remorse for complaining about his problems. Yes, he definitely deserved more power and more admiration bestowed to him, but at least his own father didn't send him to a strange realm when he was but a child.
He gingerly leaned over to his distressed friend and wrapped his arms around her. It was strange for all the years they had been friends he couldn't remember hugging her more than a handful of times. Loki had never been one for touch, but it felt nice to feel her small warm body so close to his. He wrapped his arms around her and soothed her as tears started to trickle down her face.
"Thank you," she sighed. "I don't mean to become upset at you." She buried her face into his chest.
"I know you can't help it," Loki responded. He slowly brought his hand up to stroke her hair. "If Telemnar is still alive I'm sure we will find him."
"I'm not even so upset that he might be back," she said. "For there are many evil men throughout the galaxy. I just don't like being reminded of what I lost and what I can never have."
"If you are talking about family don't be concerned for you are as much family to me as Thor is," Loki said as he leaned back and looked into her eyes.
"I suppose so," she sat up as if trying to regain any dignity lost through her tears. "Our friends are the best family I could ask for."
"I don't know about that," Loki gave a wily smile.
"Oh lets go back to the others, they'll think I've turned into a mewling quim," Isil attempted to laugh. "I'm sure Thor and Volstagg have convinced Odin to throw a feast over our victory."
"Now about that you are completely correct," he replied.
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