NOTE: This is a little companion thing to go with the other bit of Loki writing I did, here. I was bored and I've had this thing hanging out in my brain for a bit so let me know what you think about them! xx
Aoife’s family had been close with Frigga since before she was born. Her father had grown up with the goddess and when they both got married they’d remained friends, much to Odin’s dismay. Aoife couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been close with Loki. Of course she’d played with Thor when they were small as well but she’d always been more fond of the raven haired one. Thor got enough praise and attention as it was, he didn’t need anymore from her. Sure he got himself into trouble more often than not but Loki had grown this way because of the way he’d always been treated by Odin and others.
He was the one who showed her how to use her healing powers and boy had he given her many opportunities to practice. Loki had always gone to her house when he got into trouble when they were younger and now wasn’t any different.
A smile cracked across Aoife’s face as she remembered the first time he’d caused any real trouble. She knew ten minutes before he’d turned up outside her window that he’d be there. He’d penetrated her thoughts to give her a heads up. They were thirteen and for the life of her she couldn’t remember what he’d done but she remembered how furious Odin had been.
“Ah, the prince is at my window,” she smirked at him. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
He huffed and rolled his eyes, “Funny Aoife, let me in.”
Laughing she bowed back from the window and he climbed in. His leather clothes were dirty and dobbed with little specks of blood.
“So,” she sighed, sitting on her bed across from him. “What did you do and how long before Odin’s tearing down my parent’s door?”
Loki let out a chuckle, “As if Odin cares enough...I’m sure mother will be here soon.”
She could tell he was upset about something but she knew better than to press him about it. Instead she grabbed a pillow from the floor and handed it to him. They layed back and Loki started messing with his magic on the ceiling. The cosmos shown across the darkened ceiling.
By the time Frigga got there they’d both fallen asleep. Aoife tucked into Loki’s side, his arm draped around her. The two mothers smiled at each other when they saw the two.
“I’ll leave him for the night,” Frigga whispered. “Don’t want to wake them, it looks like you’re girl has him under control anyways.”
A chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about the old memory, cringing as she noticed her mom staring at her from the opposite side of the kitchen.
“I heard about you and Loki,” she smirked.
Rolling her eyes she grabbed her glass of wine, “For Valhalla’s sake who hasn’t heard about “Loki and I”? Thor honestly has the biggest mouth in all the land, do you know that?”
“Oh come on Aoife,” her mother chuckled. “It’s not like everyone didn’t expect something between you before now. No surprise.”
“There is nothing going on between the two of us, end of story,” Aoife ended with a raised brow.
Frigga walked into Loki’s chambers where he sat reading a large book on some ancient magic he hadn’t quite mastered yet. Noticing his mother standing in the doorway he smiled at her and sat up.
“So,” he said. “Who did you hear it from? Thor? Sif? A chamber maid?”
Scoffing his mother sat on the edge of the bed, “When will the two of you just stop fighting it and be together, or at the very least admit that you like each other?”
“Friends, mother,” Loki sighed. “Just as we have been since we were born. Nothing more, nothing less.”
Frigga smiled and stood up, giving Loki a nod before heading out of the large room and off to another wing of the palace.
Aoife sat in her room staring at the ceiling when she heard the raspy voice once more, have you heard the rumor about Aoife and Loki? Seems they’re bound to get married and have loads of little things running around soon. Rolling her eyes she answered the voice back How long do I have to get the window open?
She stood up and unhinged the large window in her old bedroom just as he hovered in front of of it. He climbed through the window and collapsed backwards into the fluffy white comforter that lay across Aoife’s large bed.
“Why are you at your mothers,” he asked.
Aofe crawled onto the bed and sat cross legged beside him, “I’d rather get interrogated about this afternoon by one person instead of the entire palace.”
“I noticed Sif practically chase you out of the dining hall earlier,” he smirked. “She does mother you, doesn’t she.”
She shrugged as he took her small, delicate hand in his large, rough one. The two sat silently as he traced the lines of her palm with the other hand before placing soft kisses across her knuckles. A pink flush ran across her cheeks at the feeling of his soft lips against her skin. Finally she gave in and laid down across his chest, her fingers messing with stray strands of his dark hair.
You see, the two of them weren’t “just friends” as they would like everyone to think. Before the New York incident the two of them had both admitted to feeling more for each other and finally started acting on it.
After New York was another story.
Aoife was so cross with him she didn’t know what to do and decided not speaking with him would do the trick. The only thing is, when you can transmit thoughts between others it makes it a little difficult, especially when it came to Loki.
For three months straight all she heard was…
Come to the dungeon, I NEED to see you.
And every time she would ignore it, push the thought away or attempt to mute it. But three months in and she was going out of her mind. She hadn’t answered back once but with the last sorry she grumbled and thought, I hate you...you know that. I really hate you because all I want to do right now is forget about you but you’re all I think about. Why can’t you just go away?
And for two weeks she heard nothing more from him. She hated herself the minute she had said it. One night she decided to go talk to Frigga, ask her what she thought Aoife should do.
“Talk to him,” she replied. “Go see him. I think he’s given up all hope of ever seeing you again, it’d be nice. I know you miss him as well.”
Aoife nodded at her remark because it was true. She might’ve refused to see him the last three months (and two weeks) but that didn’t mean she didn’t miss him.
“Could you…” Aoife trailed off.
Frigga nodded and motioned her over next to her, “He will be so happy,” she sighed placing her hands on Aoife’s shoulders.
The next thing Aoife knew she was in the dungeon chamber with Loki, his back was turned to her as he leaned up against the bed. She looked out of one of the large glass walls and watched the other prisoners, chills running down her spine.
“Loki,” she almost whispered.
His body went rigid and the room was completely silent again. So she did what she’d always done when they’d had a fight and he was angry with her. She didn’t say a word just walked over to him and sat down beside him. As they sat there quietly she looked over to him, his jaw was clenched and his emerald green eyes were focused on a set point in the distance.
“My mother doesn’t think that it’s enough she comes but she sends you as well,” he said sharply.
As the words left his mouth Aoife stood up and looked down at him, “I don’t even know why I came!”
“ I DON’T EITHER,” he shouted at her. “I haven’t seen you in three months a-a-and you think you can come down here and think everything will be fine?!”
They were standing so close to each other that she could feel his breath on her cheek just before she shoved him away from her.
“Don’t you DARE blame any of this on me,” she snapped. “YOU are the one who was power hungry and tried to take over New York. YOU were the one that got yourself put in here not me.”
He chuckled, “Ah yes but YOU were the one who said you hated me. The last person I ever thought I’d hear that from.”
He watched as her face went from rigid to soft as she began to cry. Her shoulders were shaking as he pulled her into his chest, his large hands tangling themselves into her long dark hair. Closing his eyes he put up a wall of magic so nobody in the dungeon could see the two of them.
“I’m sorry,” she sobbed into his chest. “I don’t hate you, I-I-I was just so angry.”
Loki placed his lips into her mess of hair, “Shhhh,” he whispered.
Finally her arms wrapped around him as well and her body relaxed against his. They stood like this for some time before he let his fingers run underneath her chin and pull her attention to his face. He rested his forehead against hers, I’m sorry, I hurt you more than anyone in this whole thing. Aoife shook her head as if to say not now, talking about the past incident wasn’t what she wanted to do any longer.
Instead she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his and he returned her advance greedily.
