AN/ It's been too long! I had lost all my work/plan/character notes on this story due to a change of laptop, but thankfully I was able to finally salvage some of the plan and once again, I have a chapter for you all! Anyone that still reads this, One Million times thank you! All the kind reviews and feedback have reignited my love of this story and I just want to give you all my love for the support! All I can say is... I hope you enjoy the return of Loki and Geira 3
Halvdan and Kalle had become distracted, lost in a deep conversations about the realm of Jotunheim, Loki's birthplace. They discussed the legends of the frost giants and their war with Asgard. All the while, the raven haired prince watched, listening, waiting for his opportunity to fool the two men sent to guard him. After a short while, Loki felt the time was right. He slipped off into the shadows, expertly creating an illusion of himself meandering down the long garden path.
Kalle glanced at the tall slender man, without noticing anything out of the ordinary, he turned back to his colleague and continued to enthusiastically discuss his plans of one day visiting the other realms. Loki, still lurking in the shadows, smirked and silently congratulated himself for his mastery of illusion before carefully turning to make his way through the gardens, to make his escape. He moved quietly and gracefully, without any difficulty, however, thoughts of his darling Geira began to flood his mischievous mind, planting doubt deep within him. He thought of her tiny frame, curled up against his during the cold nights in his cell, how she had been sacrificing her own freedom just to make his imprisonment more tolerable, how she never let him feel alone. A sharp pang of guilt stabbed Loki's bitter heart. His face contorted, the pain causing him to physically wince.
Geira was unsettled as she hurried around her brother modest home. She could not escape the feeling that something was very wrong with her love. Arwen was still yelling out for her to wash dishes, sweep floors, iron clothes and prepare meals. Geira suddenly froze on the spot, she could feel a presence in the room, her eyes darted to the shadowy corners, a chill ran up her spine and right at that moment, she was sure she heard her princes voice quietly call her name. Panicked and convinced something was very wrong, she grabbed her pale hooded cloak, threw it around her shoulders, pulling the large hood over her long hair, she ran out of Malik and Arwen's home.
The young woman darted through the dark narrow streets of Asgard's marketplace, bumping into traders making their daily rounds, baskets of produce fell while angry men yelled at her, throwing their arms into the air in frustration. Geira did not stop, she continued her frantic journey, all the while repeating the same phrase over and over in her mind, "I am coming my Prince.". Her lungs were burning and her eyes began to sting as she rounded the corner and could finally see the huge palace. She begged her tired legs to just keep going. Loki needed her. Geira could feel it in her heart and soul. They were connected, much deeper and much stronger than the desperate girl had even believed.
Loki was still, his feet would no longer carry his tall frame any further. It was like he had been nailed to the spot. He began to tremble in frustration, his eyes growing wild and bewildered, his hands balled into fists as he fought against whatever was stopping him from completing his grand escape. The prince could feel anger bubbling in his chest, it ate away at any feelings of peace he once had, while the voice within his mind began to snipe at his most vulnerable feelings. It began to tease him,
"Do you really think she is ever going to come back to you?" Loki snarled at the torturous voice. "How could she love something so monstrous and unworthy?" it jeered at him.
Loki slowly raised his elegant hand to his pale cheek, discovering wet lines streaming down to his jaw. His tears only angered the proud man even more. He had been abandoned, he was sure of it. Geira would not return to such a miserable existence, and he could not expect her to. The young prince slumped to the ground as he heard the frantic calls of Halvdan and Kalle. He had become distracted and stupidly let his illusion fade and slip away. The whole palace seemed to come alive and was crawling with hundreds of gold clad guards, all yelling to each other, all searching for Loki.
Geira finally made it to the palace just as the alarm had been raised.
"What is going on?!" she called to a guard running past,
"A prisoner has escaped m'lady!" he replied without stopping even for a second.
The young woman's chest became tight, her eyes wide and her heart racing. "Not Loki. Please not Loki" she pleaded to herself. Without a second thought she made her way into the palace through the dark and damp staff corridors, she had to find him before the guards did, she had to keep him safe. Perhaps it's all a misunderstanding, at least that is what she wished she could believe. The palace was on high alert and Geira kept herself out of sight, slipping from shadow to shadow, searching her mind for any clue of where her darling would hide.
Loki had all but given up. He felt lost, like a child, desperately praying that his little Geira would rescue him, that she could once again pull him back from the brink, but he was convinced that this hope was in vain. The prince was torn between giving himself up, or giving up on his dreams of Geira and leaving Asgard behind forever. Little did he know, his love was here, she was searching for him, she was going to do all she could to fix this ridiculous mess, if only she could find him before anyone else.