Loki sat staring at the Bifrost. Letting Evangelyne go back to Vanaheim did something to his very soul, it tore him asunder internally to watch her leave, every part of his being was begging to go with her or grab her and keep her there with him, there was an ache in his heart as the lights of the Bifrost whirred to life and took his beautiful hawk away from him.
‘Loki?’ He turned to look at his brother solemnly. ‘We need to do some work.’
‘You cannot possibly expect me to concentrate on such menial things.’
‘It will make it easier.’
‘Thor, a word of advice brother, nothing makes having your soulmate taken from you only to have to endure a being that makes Hela herself seem like our mother in her stead, “easier”.’
‘I know, Brother. But it will only be more difficult to wait here for her doing nothing. This will take time, and that is a painful reality of it.’
‘You know nothing of this. Look at your current situation, Helena is deemed worthy of you, without question, while I…’ He inhaled deeply. ‘You say you know, and I am aware that you mean you understand from an outside view looking at how it is, but you do not know from my point of view, Thor, you cannot know and in many ways, as much as I wish you could understand, I am glad you cannot.’
‘I do not think I would have your fortitude.’ Thor acknowledged.
‘Come, we need to organise a few things, you were out of action for too long.’ Thor took Loki by the shoulder and pulled him along to usher him along.
‘I am not in the mood for such things.’
‘I know Brother, but something I was trying to not worry you with, Cressida is known to go for tea at this hour, and if she sees you…’ Thor was not required to say any more, with one last look at the Bifrost, Loki followed his brother, terrified at the idea of dealing with the insufferable woman. They made their way through the palace, using the smaller and less populated passageways so as to ensure they did not come across the vile woman. Finally, with a little effort, they made their way to Thor’s rooms, knowing that Loki’s would be somewhere Cressida would surely search for him.
He looked around sadly at his brother’s belongings, different bits and pieces that, like Loki, he had accumulated over the years, there were things they had alike, like books, a few weapons and even gifts from foreign realms, but other things were different, accolades he had achieved differed from Loki’s own, gifts from his friends, and of course, the few extra treats for being their father’s favourite.
He was looking around the room aimlessly when he paused and looked down. In his pocket, he could feel the stone call to his seidr. Knowing Evangelyne was calling to him, he took it out. ‘Evy.’
When she heard Lokis voice an honest, involuntary smile appeared on her face. For the smallest of moments she could forget about where she was and what had happened, just because she could hear him. With everything going so terribly wrong for the two of them, it was wonderful that at the very least one thing worked.
Gradually she poured more of her seidr into the stone and concentrated to weave the magic into a projection of herself. Even though the stones were very well connected, she had to build up the image in her stone and send it over to his, and have it be moving alongside her. Over time she would surely master this to a point where she could send a full body image of her, but for now all she managed was a very see-through image of her head and down to her shoulders.
“ Luck is shining on us Cricket. The stones work.” her words were more enthusiastic as she actually felt, but she knew he could use a pick-me-up as well.
Both of them had put on a brave face to cover their real feelings for too long and she wasn’t going to do that again. However, in this instance it seemed unnecessary to waste their time on being unhappy about being separated, when they could use it to be happy about seeing each other.
“ Don’t dare to show me up by sending a clearer picture than I’m sending you. I warn you. My ego is very fragile.” Despite her words this was a clear call to arms, which was underlined by her grin. Now he had to be better than her or leave this meeting a loser. Whatever Cressida had stolen from them, she would not be able to ruin what the two of them were at the very core: The best of friends.
Of course she loved him, her soul had chosen his. But none of that love would be worth anything if they weren’t friends. It was the reason why neither of them had ever found true love in the arms of another. Romantic love and attraction wasn’t enough. And while she did enjoy every romantic gesture of his, if they weren’t interrupted by a prank, a joke or a tease once in a while she’d eventually get bored of him. And she knew the Trickster felt the same way.
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