Lokison

Prologue

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him. It couldn't be. It had been almost a hundred years. But there he was. His brown, curly hair, pale complexion and face covered in freckles, and his striking honey gold eyes. He was taller than I remembered, and he was standing straight without his cane, but other than that he hadn't changed one bit. He was walking straight towards me, and I was just stood there gawping.

I managed to compose myself just enough as he walked past me. I grabbed his sleeve to stop him, and he looked confused as he looked at me.
"Theo?" I managed to say. "Theo Bell?" He shook his head.
"No, I'm Noah Bell," he said. "Theo Bell was my grandfather." I shook my head. I couldn't believe it.
"You look just like him," I said, so softly that I was surprised he heard me. "I can't believe it." His eyes widened.
"Um, lets go back to my place," he said. "It's freezing out here."

I followed him to a nearby tower block of flats, and he lead me upstairs to what I assumed must have been his. It was furnished quite sparsely, with a simple grey couch, a fireplace, and a television. On the walls were paintings of Asgardians, people I recognised. There was Frigga, Odin, Thor, Hela, Heimdall. But the largest painting was... me. It wasn't quite right, but you could tell it was me.
"You can sit you know," Noah said as he knelt in front of the fireplace. I sat as he struggled to light the fire. After a few minutes, I knelt beside him, and placed my hand atop his to stop his attempts. I held out my hand and lit the fire instantly.
"Thank you."

We both sat on the couch next to each other once the fire was lit.
"It's you," Noah said after a minute of sitting in silence. "Loki of Asgard, Son of Odin." I nodded.
"I'm sorry for earlier," I said. "It's just, you look exactly like Theo." He smiled slightly.
"So I've been told," he said. "He talked about you all of the time you know. About how he had met the great god Loki."
"I missed him greatly when I had to leave and return to Asgard," I said. "I regret that I couldn't bring him with me. But he wouldn't have been safe in Asgard after what happened. I couldn't have forgiven myself if he had gotten hurt because of me." I looked away before asking my next question. "What became of him?"

Noah put his hand on my shoulder before answering.
"He married my grandmother," he told me. "Lori Smith, or Lori Bell. They had an older son, my father James Bell, and twin girls, my aunties, Lily and Rose. Nanna Lori passed away first, five years ago. Granddad Theo passed away a year ago." I couldn't bring myself to look at Noah. "He always talked about how handsome you were," he said. "I think what he told me was an understatement." I looked up and found his golden eyes staring straight into my green ones. I hadn't noticed the flecks of green scattered throughout the gold of his iris' until now. Before I knew what I was doing I leaned in and kissed him. When I pulled away we were both grinning and blushing. Noah spoke first.

"Wow."

***

I couldn't stop smiling as I stood facing my soon to be husband. We were stood in Asgard in front of the court and my family. I was wearing a fully black suit along with my favourite black high heeled boots. He was wearing a plum suit with a white shirt, a pale blue tie, and brown flat shoes. He looked like the most handsome man in the nine realms. And he was going to be my husband.