Loki (once_a_king) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-12-29 06:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | loki laufeyson |
Who: Loki and Frigga (NPC)
What: Reunited at Christmas / Narrative
Where: Loki's apartment, Ravenmoore
When: Christmas morning
Rating/Warnings: Some Dark World spoilers.
Another morning. Just like any other. Except today was Christmas. Why human beings from certain parts of the world thought this day was so important was beyond Loki. But it mattered to Angela at least and so he would make an effort to care about it in whatever way he could. Outside, he could see all the different homes decorated with lights, fake snow and tinsel, snowmen and reindeer. His home however, was not decorated for the holiday. He didn't care much for Christmas decorations and he would have no visitors to his home, so what did any of it matter? Besides he could always create illusions if need be. Not that he would. He wondered if Angela's house would be anything like the others he saw from his window.
All he had to do was get ready, remember to pick up her gift and then go to see her. Nice and easy. Her gift was sat on the coffee table in the living room, wrapped in emerald green paper, tied with a gold ribbon. Inside was a box, and inside that box was a scarf. It was deep red at one end, fading into orange at the other end. Nestled in the middle of the box, protected by the scarf was a necklace. It was for protection, should she ever need it. He doubted she would in a place like Preya, but still.
He started his morning with a long, warm shower. Next, some clean clothes. He chose a simple dark green long sleeved tunic with a pair of black trousers. The boots would go on last. He added some simple dark golden jewellery, and combed his hair back.
Lastly something small to eat. He had taken a liking to very sweet coffee recently, as well as strawberry jam with bread. It made for a pleasant start to each day. He always had a preference for sweet foods and drinks. They were interesting, pleasant. They even looked nicer than more savoury food.
He had placed the plate and cup down when there was a knock at the door. Curious and confused, Loki went to answer it. No one was meant to arrive at his home. No one should have even known where it was save for maybe Angela. So who could it be? She was waiting for him at her home, she didn't say she would come to visit.
He unlocked the door, a blade tucked within reach up his sleeve, and opened the door. The blade clattered to the floor and his eyes widened. This wasn't possible. How could this be real? He stared, mouth agape with shock. His dear, dead Mother was standing there, right in front of him, alive and well.
She looked at him and smiled gently, and when she spoke, her familiar voice was almost musical. "Is everything all right? I thought you would be glad to see me"
Loki reached out, wondering if perhaps her image would fade when he touched her, but it didn't. It was her. She was no illusion, no trick. She was real, flesh and blood. His hand settled on her arm, and for a moment, he simply stared at how real that contact was. His breath trembled slightly, his eyes filled with tears he could not hide.
"Mother" he said in a whisper. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. A moment of weakness. A moment of truth. A brief window of honesty. Alone, away from prying eyes, Loki bared his soul and openly wept, holding Frigga close to him. She stroked his back and shushed him gently.
"Come now, Loki. Let us go inside. Now is not the time for tears, my child. We should be smiling, enjoying our time together" she said warmly.
He moved back from her and looked at her. He could still hardly believe it was her. But what could he say? Should he tell her that she was dead? Tell her that she shouldn't be in Preya? He had thought of her often since she had died and now she was in Preya. What sort of magic was this? Who did this? Was it Thor? It couldn't be, this wasn't the sort of thing he would do.
"Yes, yes, of course... please. Come in" he sniffed, lowering his gaze and moving aside to let her inside. As she walked past him, he lifted his head to watch her. He walked in shortly behind her and closed the door, kneeling down to pick up the knife he had dropped. He tucked it away into what could be described as his invisible bag of holding, and followed Frigga.
"Is... is there something I can get you? A drink perhaps?" he offered.
"No no, but thank you" she smiled, walking to the large floor length windows to look out at the view.
She placed her hand on the window frame and leaned against it. "I am glad to see you are doing well"
she said, glancing over her shoulder at him briefly.
"Thank you..." he said. "What brings you here?" he asked. There had to be a reason.
"I came to see my sons. I have missed both of you" she said, turning to look at Loki. "Is that so hard to believe?" she asked.
After a moment of hesitation, he replied, "No. No it isn't..."
He was going to have to find Thor soon and tell him about this. And what was he going to do about visiting Angela? Would he have to take Frigga with him? He could hardly leave her alone in the apartment could he?
"Is something the matter?" she asked him. She saw his hesitation, saw how strange his mannerisms were and how off his speech was. "Have I come at a bad time?" she asked, approaching him.
"No... no, I am fine. A friend is waiting for me" he said, half lying. It was true, Angela would be waiting for him. But he hadn't told her all that was effecting him.
"Is that who the gift is for?" she asked, eyeing the wrapped present on the table. Loki nodded.
"It is good to hear you are making friends, Loki. I would like to meet this person" she smiled.