My Prince Loki
That night I was put to bed with heaps of kisses on my face by my Mother telling me she was so glad I was ok. After I was tucked in and had been read a story I turned to Loki. He had been standing near the door, the furthest distance he’d been from me all day.
While Loki had been close, the two of us really didn’t talk all that much that day. This was mainly because of all the attention I had gotten after being released from hospital. My two friends had dropped in separately for a little visit, while my Grandmother rang me as she had been unable to come visit me because of other commitments (that I would not know of till much later.)
Loki smiled tightly walking over to me petting my hair. His sad green eyes were staring straight into mine almost like he was searching for any more damage,
“I thought I lost you for a while.” He whispered,
“I thought you dead…I thought I’d -”
He swallowed tightly looking away. I remember very clearly watching his lips wobble, something I had seen my Mother doing throughout the day.
I sat up and both of us hugged tightly. I felt Loki’s soft lips kissing my crown and my cheek, his body shaking. When I pulled away I saw he was weeping silently. Concerned, I wiped away his tears looking into his emerald eyes. I thought I saw worry and even fear in his eyes,
“I’m ok now Loki, I’m fine. I’m not going to be taking those pills anymore.” I told him thinking he needed to be reassured I was going to be ok.
He grasped my hands smiling softly,
“You know you are the most important mortal to me don’t you Princess?”
I nodded watching him smile softly which made me smile a little,
“And you know Louisa, my beautiful remarkable little Louisa,” He touched my cheek delicately smiling softly at me,
“That I love you and care for you more than any possession or article I ever own.”
I nodded again smiling at him just as softly grasping his hand,
“And for me to see you lying down with such a vacant expression –“He swallowed heavy, a stray tear falling down his face splashing onto our joined hands that I remember tingling against my skin.
“-It scared me because I never, ever want to lose you.”
“You won’t though. I’m always going to be yours and you’re always going to be mine.”
Loki bit down on his lip for a moment before smiling brightly,
“Yes, I will always be your friend.”
“And my Prince.” I kissed his cheek hugging him tightly, both of us relaxing into each other’s arms, Loki making a content sound, like he was happy, like he never wanted to let go. And I was the same, I was happy in his arms thinking we were always going to be friends. We stayed like this for what felt like forever as he’s strong arms held me as I held him.
When we pulled away Loki laughed softly before he tucked me back in. As he did I told him that I was allowed a day off from school tomorrow excited I got to spend it with him. Loki just nodded along to my plans listening to how much I was looking forward to my Mother’s promised breakfast in bed and the games we were going to be playing together.
“We can play Hide and Seek too if you want to. That’s your favourite!” I told him giggling; Loki smiled soothing my black haired head,
“I would like that very much.”
I giggled making Loki laugh under his breathe.
“Well, you better sleep Princess as that sounds like a big day ahead for the both of us.”
“Tell me a bedtime story first. But I want an Asgardian one, with you in it,” I told him smiling athim,
He rolled his eyes,
“Your Mother read to you before.”
“Very well Princess. Make room.”
He climbed over the top of me so he was longing on my bed frame. He thought for a while as I watched him and had noticed how his emerald eyes were shining again with tears. Before I could ask him why he began telling a story of a battle in Nornheim where he was sure he and his brother along with the Warriors Three and Sif we’re going to die. He defined every detail with crisp description of the battle as I watched it play across my imagination. I was watching Thor and his warriors hitting the vile looking threats, knocking some out unconscious, killing others. In my imagination Loki looked the most dashing amongst them all in the background devising the enemy with his illusions, magic and knife skills.
As I listened sleep had begun to sneak up on me. But like a tired child at a campfire waiting for the promised marshmallows, I was determined to hear the end. Loki described watching his fellow Warriors suffering with Thor watching his Brother get more and more nervous as the Asgardian body count climbed. He soothed me as I shivered in fear seeing so clearly in my mind Thor’s distress as he darted his crystal blue eyes back and forth across the battlefield, Loki looking just as panicked.
Loki then, in dramatic detail told me how he had helped his brother and his friends get them out of the battle by covering the area in mystic smoke covering the whole group, Thor yells telling everyone to follow him as they escaped back to Asgard. When I heard that my Prince was safe, it was like my fatigue had crashed into me with its full force, my eyelids too heavy with sleep to watch Loki’s expressive face.
My last sight before I closed my eyes was my Prince’s torn eyes brimming with tears , a small smile on his face as he watched me drift off.
Just as I fell into a deep sleep I felt his soft lips brush my forehead,
“Good night Princess Louisa.”
NotesIt must be near Christmas! Two updates in two weeks!
The next update may take some time. One because, “thus the season” and all that jazz. Secondly, because the next three chapters are either partly done, or not done at all. I’ll try and get them done as quickly as I can, but I’m not going to make any promises. I’ll still be uploading short stories so PLEASE keep a look out for them.
Have a great holiday season guys!
P.S. If you haven’t read the short story entitled, “Hide and Seek” by me. I suggest you do for the next chapter *hint* *hint*