Loki eventually fell asleep by my lullaby. I tried not to wake him when dragging him back into bed, and to my relief he didn't.
Exhausted, after dragging the god back into bed, I fell down next to him. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. Through many years, I'd always loved to watch him drift off into sleep.
Not in a creepy way, but in a loving way. I loved the way his mouth opened with only a centimeter, the sound of his quiet snoring, watching his chest rise up and down to his breathing.
I loved knowing he was safe.
I let my hand fall onto his cheek, and caressed his cheek gently.
After a few hours, I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was wandering, and I couldn't stop the thoughts from running around in my head.
This felt like a dream, and I couldn't understand that it was actually real. It felt like my head was about to explode, so I slowly got up from bed.
I felt a tight grip on my wrist, and a low whisper in the dark.
"Please don't leave me."
I turned my head around and saw a tired Loki. "Sorry I woke you up," I said and turned all the way around.
"Please stay," he said in a groggy and sad voice, louder this time, ignoring my apology. He pulled my wrist towards him, and the rest of my body followed.
"Of course Loki," I smiled back gently, "always."
But Loki didn't smile. He just started at me. suddenly he looked like a child, scared of me leaving him inside of that dark closet while playing hide and seek.
I crawled back into bed and snuggled into his chest. Loki kissed the top of my head, and then buried his face into my hair. "Never leave me Frey, please."
I smiled and brought my face away from his chest, and looked up at him. "I won't. I promise,". Loki smiled down at me, his eyes were filled with sadness.
"I am never leaving you," I whispered, just to make it clear. Then I turned my head upwards and kissed his lips deeply.
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When I woke up the next day, Loki wasn't beside me. I decided to get up and look after him, so I put on the same dress from yesterday and walked out of his chamber. I started walking down the golden corridors. The walls were shining with gold and shiny paintings. I loved to admire the art that were put up at the walls, but I didn't really care about the art today.
Eventually I got to the big portrait of Odin, Frigga, Thor and Loki. Loki and Thor were only children, holding around each other, with Frigga having a hand on each of their shoulders. Over them, Odin sat on the throne with his golden helmet. Above everyone else, as usual.
But I wasn't alone looking at the painting. Thor was looking up at his family, arms crossed, while chuckling.
"Ironic, isn't it?" he asked.
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FanfictionEver since they first met, their love was destined. Even before Freya knew what love was, she loved Loki. What happens when Odin Allfather decides that Freya is going to marry Loki's brother, Thor?