Infatuation Of The Mind • ♤Loki Laufeyson♤

Chapter thirteen - When the past comes knocking

(TW - mention of violence and blood)

You had told Tyrvi everything. That someone wanted you dead, that you had magic surging through your veins and about you and Loki. There was a few times where you thought that she might die from heart failure. Clutching her chest with a dead stare into the stone floor.

Several times you had to tell her not to tell a soul. At least not until you knew how to defend yourself. It would be hard for your sister not to tell anyone, escpecially your mother or Thor. Everyone knew that her ears and neck blushed like the fires of Muspelheim when she spoke untrue. She had lost a drinking game two weeks prior due to it. The game involved telling a truth and a lie, if the opponent managed to guess the lie, you lost and had to drink. As soon as Tyrvi had opened her mouth to lie, the redness spread like wildfire. Thor had had to carry her back to her chambers eventually. For Loki it had been an easy win.

During dinner she had stuffed her mouth with food. You had just sat there with your fork in hand, watching her. She looked like she was about to explode everytime someone asked her a question. Her ears and neck turning more and more blushed. Poor thing.

You looked around the table, "Where's Loki?", you had hoped to see him at dinner, just to make eyecontact and see that everything was okay between you two. But his seat was still empty and everyone had all but finnished their plates.

Everyone looked up and over at the empty seat, they had probably not even acknowledge his absense. They shrugged and shook their heads.

"I must say, I haven't seen my brother since our father asked to see us after lunch." Thor said and took a large gulp of his mead.

"Perhaps he's got company." Fandral raised his eyebrows repeatedly.

"He has been terribly cheery the last couple of days. For being Loki that is." muttered Wolstagg as he chewed on a stick of meat.

"Hopefully they'll leave with their hair intact, right Sif?"

Everyone at the table laughed at Fandral's comment, except for you, Tyrvi and Sif. You gave Tyrvi a quick look of confusion, which she returned. Sif rolled her eyes and kept poking with her fork at the untouched potato on her plate.

"You see, funny story-" Thor began but caught the deadly stare delivered by Sif and cleared his throat, "-I mean... a not so funny story! My brother and Sif were intimate once... or perhaps twice, or perhaps more."

"THOR!", Sif shouted and threw the potato at him. He shot his arm up in front of his face to ward off the potato.

"Anyway, my brother being the god of mischief and all, thought it funny to... cut off a strand of her hair as she slept."

Sif slammed her fork into the table, "A strand!? A strand!? He cut off a huge chunk. Like this!", she collected almost half of her hair and held it up to show you.

"But still it wasn't the last time you warmed up his bed, lady Sif." Fandral snorted.

"You guys are unbelievable...", she sighed and got up to leave, "I bid you all a good night!"

A feeling you could describe as jealousy grew thick in your chest. You knew that the feeling was uncalled for, ofcourse Loki had shared his bed, his body and those kisses with others before you, and there would be more after you. But you wished that no one would share those moments in the library with him, at least as long as your feet stood on Asgardian soil. Could you blame him for being mad at you?

You rose from your seat, "I'm also starting to feel tired, I'll probably return to my chamber as well.", you looked to Tyrvi, you could see her mouth forming a silent question, are you okay? You nodded and gave her a small smile. Good for you that you were a better liar.