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thewriterandthewitch · 6 years

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ASGARDIAN EPISTLE 2/3

Summary: Jane writes letters to Darcy to tell her about her stay in Asgard. Surprisingly, Loki is a prominent figure in her letters.

Chapter 1

N/A: Thank you so much to those who read the first chapter! I think there will be one more chapter with other three letters and the epilogue. :)

Letter 4

Dear Darcy,

I am not writing you from the top of a tower guarded by a dragon. Thank God, because I am not sure I want to play the role of the damsel in distress. Life in Asgard continues to be as ordinary as it can be in a magical realm.

The most important thing that happened to me this week is that I found some books on my bed. I know that doesn’t sound very significant at first, but what if I tell you the books were in English? I am sure you can imagine who put them there! The idea of Loki Odinson entering my chambers without my permission makes me feel uneasy. I hope he doesn’t expect any favors, because I am pretty sure I haven’t signed any contract or made any deal with him, so I guarantee you he’s not going to have my first-born son.

Talking about fathers and sons, something “funny” happened yesterday during dinner. Loki said: “Father, pass me the salt.” Of course, Loki promptly corrected himself with a “Odin, pass me the salt” but for everyone present, it was too late. He had a slip of the tongue and called his father… well, father, and that couldn’t be erased. During the rest of the meal, everyone kept calling Loki son or brother and Frigga sometimes even dared to call him sweet boy to his mortification. Of course, I couldn’t call him by any other name than his own. I didn’t have affectionate appellatives for him and in that moment, the shows of love that his family bestowed on him seemed to frustrate him more than any insult. I have the impression that he enjoys feeling like the unfavored son because that gives him an excuse to his rage, any proof to the contrary is quite inconvenient to him.

This morning, Thor and I walked around town. It’s still difficult for me to accept that I am dating a crown prince. I suppose it is because in Earth, we all treat him like he’s just one of us, but here in Asgard, a lot of people look up to him. He’s going to be their future king. Or maybe it’s just because he’s part of the royal family because the people here treat Loki with the same deference – although with some apprehension, as if they were afraid that he was going to prank them. Of course, if you ask Loki, he would tell you that everyone ignores him or disrespects him – but again, I am starting to think he loves complaining about being in Thor’s shadow. And I can believe that happened in the past but now, his personality is too explosive to go unnoticed.

Thor is calling me and I need to go.

Love,

Jane.

Letter 5

Dear Darcy,

I don’t have anything too exciting to tell so forgive me if I use this letter to share all the unanswered questions that plague me. Lately, I’ve been wondering about Thor’s relationship with his brother. Thor’s evident love and admiration doesn’t line up with Loki’s harsh resentment. Although, I have started to suspect Loki’s indifference isn’t real, it’s just his thickest mask.

The truth is that I have never understood why Loki feels such contempt towards Thor. The Warriors Three and Sif are of the opinion that it is simple jealousy, but I couldn’t understand why someone with his brilliant mind, his magic and his charisma could wish for anything else. Some of the answers to this question came in the form of a story: Thor and his friends were reminiscing about one of their past adventures. Fortunately, Loki wasn’t present, because I don’t think he would’ve been appreciative of the dismissive way they narrated his participation. It even offended me.

A long time ago, thousands of years ago when they were merely teenagers and Thor wasn’t yet in possession of Miljonir, the two brothers and their friends decided to walk into Asgard’s forest. If you think the forbidden forest in Hogwarts is a horrible place to take a stroll, Asgard’s dark forest isn’t any safer. There they found a centaur – and they aren’t as peaceful and astronomy-lovers as the ones in Harry Potter. No, they’re quite protective of what they consider their land and they weren’t happy when the princes and their friends stepped into their neck of the woods. Thor started a fight but they were no match for a group of centaurs that were thousand of years older than them. They were all captured, minus Loki, who used his newly-learned invisibility spell to hide in plain sight. Instead of leaving them to their luck – something that the current Loki would probably have done – He shapeshifted into his father and came back to the centaur’s land with the face of the only man the centaurs feared. From what Thor said, he did such a good job pretending to be their father than Thor himself thought for a moment that he was Odin. Thanks to Loki’s plan, the centaurs let them go.

What surprised me is that while they were telling the tale, they seemed prouder of almost besting the centaurs in the fight than of Loki’s impressive magic skills. They dismissed the merit of his rescue saying that Loki always used lies and deceit to get out of every situation. I reminded them that, in this case, he used it to get them out of a bad situation, but apparently it would have been better to rescue them using an honorable battle. Did they really expect Loki to defeat a group of centaurs when the six of them haven’t been able to do so just half an hour ago?. It astounds me how naïve some Asgardians are when it comes to their noble principles. And how can they not see how impressive Loki’s magic is? I have so many questions? How does he manipulate light to make himself invisible? When he shapeshifts, does his interior organs change too or is it only an exterior image? I want to ask about the formulas and the science behind it, but I know he will simply say: “Magic”.

This story makes me wonder if Loki would’ve become a different person if he had been raised in a society where magic was well valued. I know Earth wouldn’t have been the place, yes, Midgardians are fascinated with magic but they also try to capture or kill everything that they don’t understand. But I think maybe Vanaheim would have been a good home for him.

Best wishes,

Jane.

Letter 6

Dear Darcy,

I think I messed up. Yes, I really messed up. Note to self: Don’t recriminate unstable megalomaniacs about their failed invasions of Planet Earth. I just wanted to understand why he did it, okay? So I asked him. Big mistake. I am starting to suspect that someone forced him to do it. He denied it, of course, but in Loki’s world being a tyrant is better than a puppet. I have never seen him so angry. He didn’t hurt me, don’t worry, he only shouted at me… For a second, he wasn’t the collected and sarcastic man that was always in control. There wasn’t anything controlled in his behavior and the anger in his eyes really scared me. Yes, for a moment, I feared he was going to hit me… and he broke every furniture that he had around him, but he didn’t touch me. He didn’t touch me. (Later, when he calmed down, he waved his hand and all the furniture was fixed. More than fixed, it looked new once again!).

After such a scene, shouldn’t I be the one avoiding him, scared and angry? No, once again, Loki Odinson chose to be the victim in a situation where he’s more predator than prey. He’s ignoring me, avoiding me – to the point where he walks out of the room when I enter it. He’s so infuriating!

I was finally able to corner him in the observatory. And I forced him to admit that he was avoiding me. The asshole had the nerve to tell me “it was for my own good”. In his opinion, monsters shouldn’t hang out with us weak Midgardians. His condescendence is offensive, does he really think I am going to cower just because he shouted at me? I have always known he has a poor opinion on mortals, but this is laughable. The problem is that you can’t have a mature discussion with a baby with the ability to teleport. He just went poof and disappeared, and our discussion was over – just because he said so. He doesn’t know me if he thinks I am going just to give up.

Oh! And last night I went on a romantic date with Thor. It was good.

Well, those have been the highlights of my week. How are you doing?

Love,

Jane.

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Loki stands in the fragmentary sprouts of grass,his hands loosely in his pockets. Above him rages a storm, rain falling downtoward the ground in fat, heavy drops, and the air is alive with tension, thedark, barren earth turning rich and red and dark as rain pounds against it.

Loki walks an inch or so abovethe ground, avoiding the fissures in the rock and stone, until he comes to thesingle building on this dead planet, the single building that is larger thanlife and built of gold brick, where the rain does not dare touch the metal.

He steps through an archway,moving inside, and he looks around at the bare, golden halls. Nothing decoratesthe walls or the floors yet, and Loki is utterly silent as he creeps furtherinto the palace. He does not go unnoticed, of course: to the likes of them,there are greater senses available to the likes of them, and the Grandmasterknows the taste of Loki’s seidr on the air, just as Loki knows the taste of theGrandmaster’s golden magic.

(“Where willyou go?” Thor demands. Loki shrugs, as if he doesn’t know.

“I’llwander,” he lies. “Asgard was never the place for me.”

“Asgard is apeople,” Thor says, echoing Heimdall’s words. “Not a place.”

“A peoplethat hates me. Not a people I want to be amongst.”

“You ruledthem. For two years. With— With kindness and with care.” Loki shrugs again.

“Then Ithink I’ve served my sentence, don’t you?”)

The Grandmaster is leaning against a window archwith a glass of wine held in his hand, and he doesn’t turn to look at Loki,keeping his gaze on the storm outside. Soon, this planet – the New Sakaar –will be green and bright and shiny. This one isn’t cobbled together of trashand garbage... This one will be better.

“Your name,” Loki says, his voice echoing off theempty walls, “is En Dwi Gast.” The Grandmaster turns, arching his eyebrowsin evident surprise. “I’ve just come from the Nova Corps... There are afew Elders knocking about, while this nonsense of the war calms down.”

“Tan-Tan told you my name,huh?” the Grandmaster asks softly. His expression is entirely neutral. As ifTaneleer Tivan would give Loki anything.

“No,” Loki says. “ThePossessor did – I offered him a look at my library, and he was sold.” TheGrandmaster smiles, and the expression is distant, and dark: it doesn’t meetthe golden glitter of his eyes, which stare hard. “I died, you know.”

“Did you?” the Grandmaster says. “Who, uh,brought you back?”

“Me.” He sees the shadow thatpasses over the Grandmaster’s face, sees the momentary confusion, and headds, “Death and I have an arrangement.”

(Loki gasps wherehe lies on his back on the battlefield, covered in his own blood and staringwildly about him. “Go, Father,” his daughter whispers in his ear. “All will bewell.”)

“What arrangement?” theGrandmaster demands, taking a step forward, and Loki mirrors him, closing alittle of the gap between them. The Grandmaster’s brows furrow further, and hestares at Loki as if Loki is something entirely new, something different. Itmakes Loki’s skin prickle. “You know— You know what, sweetheart? I don’tcare.”

“Did you miss me?” Loki asks mildly, taking a slowstep forward. The fear is real, the fear that bubbles under his flesh, but hewouldn’t be here if the fear weren’t outweighed by a greater desire. He reachesout to touch, and the Grandmaster stays quite still: Loki’s hand touches theinfernally hot surface of the Grandmaster’s chest, and he exhales at the burnupon his palm. He doesn’t draw away. “I missed you.”

“Aw, really?” the Grandmaster asks softly, but hisexpression remains hard. “And yet... And yet, honey, you, uh, betrayed me.Took my ship, ran away—” Loki scoffs.

“You hurt me,” Loki replies mildly. “Burnt me withwax, used me as a party favour, threw me from one horror to the next as if Iwas nothing more than a toy.” There is no guilt in the Grandmaster’s eyes: infact, Loki sees the slightest bit of indignation.

“You liked it, honey,” the Grandmaster purrs. “Nopoint, uh, beating around the bush with me. You wanted everything I did to you.”

“Not everything,” Lokimurmurs. “But I wanted most of it.” It’s a lie. A lie he told Thor athousand times - a lie he tells himself. Then why is he here? Because he wantsto be. Can’t he have something he wants, just for once? Can’t it be somethingmonstrous, and horrible, and beautiful? Guilt blooms in his belly, and heignores it, slipping even closer, until both his hands are spread on theGrandmaster’s chest, so that he is made to look slightly up into theGrandmaster’s eyes. “Kill me if you wish. But... Asgard is made anew now,and I don’t belong there, no matter what Thor says. And I used to know a placefor-- for lost things, but it’s gone now...”

The Grandmaster had beenfrozen until now, standing stiffly and not reciprocating the touch, but now hishand touches Loki’s cheek, the broad palm cupping the pale skin, his fingersplaying over the pale flesh.

“Let me stay, won’t you?” Lokiasks, softly. “No one else will take me.”

“You expect me to believethat, huh?” the Grandmaster asks lowly. “You expect me to fall for the,uh, damsel in distress shtick? I’m poor little Loki, and I can’t, uh, I can’t fend for myself?”

(“Where’s hegoing?” Captain Rogers asks, and Loki glances up.

“Somewherebetter,” Loki answers before Thor can. “I don’t want to be on Asgard anymore –I was trapped there for a long time. To be entirely honest, Captain, I’ve hadrather enough of being hated. I shall go somewhere where I will be loved.” Rogersstares at him, his lips parting, and he glances at Thor. Thor says nothing, hisjaw set, his single eye dark with thought – he wears a patch like Father’s,now.

“You want toget on our ship?” Rogers asks, quietly. “You could help us rebuild, back on theplanet – we could use a guy with skills like yours, if you wanted to… To comeback to Earth, with us.” Loki stares at him. The sentiment is touching – the ideais insane, and from the slightly wild look in Rogers’ eyes, he knows it.

“Absolutelynot,” Loki says softly. “But I am grateful for the offer.” Rogers looksrelieved, but he still smiles at Loki, the expression sweet and warm andgentle.)

“Why should I fend for myself when I have you todo it for me?” Loki asks. The Grandmaster’s fingers tighten their grip, movingto squeeze at Loki’s throat, and Loki chokes, recalling the way Thanos has squeezed, recallingthe way he had died, the ugly cracking sound of his own demise-- “I cameback,” he wheezes out. “Surely that’s worth something.”

“What’s it worth, huh? New planet, new servants—”

“Same favourite,” Loki interrupts, his fingersfisting in the front of the Grandmaster’s robe. The Grandmaster’s grip at histhroat is already loosening, and Loki swallows the creeping disgust on his skinat being held in such a way. “Please? Please, En Dwi?”

The Grandmaster’s lipspart. “Aw, kitten, you’re... You’re really getting to me here.”

“You’ll have to punish me, ofcourse,” Loki says readily. “But I think it’s worth it.” Norns, he is mad.He is mad, he is mad, he is madly in— Trouble. He can already see the delight shiningin the Grandmaster’s eyes, the dangerous glint of new ideas, new horrors toinflict upon Loki, and Loki cannot bear the way his skin electrifies at the thought.

“Why’d you come back, honey?” the Grandmaster asksin a whisper.

“I told you,” Loki says. “I didn’t have anywhereelse to go.”

“There are— Honey, there are a million places you could go.”

“Maybe,” Loki murmurs. “But you weren’t in any ofthem.” The Grandmaster chuckles, the sound quiet and indulgent, and then hekisses Loki – finally, finally. Monthsof fighting on battlefields, months of setting refugees amidst the Nova Corps,months of rebuilding a realm he wanted no part of, going unkissed and untouchedand uninjured, and now here he is.

Back where he belongs.

The Grandmaster’s tongue is hot and burning withold magic, and Loki groans as takes it between his lips, leaning right into thekiss and gasping as the Grandmaster drags his teeth over Loki’s lower lip, narrowingeverything down to one pinpoint of sensation, and Loki lets himself sink rightinto it.

“Don’t let me go again,” Loki whispers softly. “Don’tlet me— Keep me right here.”

“I will,” the Grandmaster murmurs. “Oh, you— I will, honey.” The words are dark andfull of quiet venom, and Loki shudders to hear them, leaning in to draw kissesover the Grandmaster’s neck, bathing the column of his throat in affection.

The Grandmaster drags him by his hair to aconjured bed, and Loki leans easily into the agony that awaits him - so long as it is always sealed with a kiss.

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