In the morning, they awoke to silence. No shouting or screaming of any sort. Just like they did back in the days before Eldur hatched. Vara woke first, as she always did and turned in Loki’s arms to see him sleeping in his Frost Giant form. She smiled sleepily and reached out and softly ran the tips on her fingers over his cuts. She wondered if this is what hers looked like when they were visible. She had never been angry and looking in a mirror at the same time. She smiled when she saw him move slightly, waking up. She propped herself up on one arm and watched him as he opened his eyes and looked at her with his red eyes.
“Morning.” she whispered to him, leaning in for a kiss, which he granted.
He then faded back into his Asgardian form, not wanting to give her frost bite.
“Good morning, finally.” He added, turning and looking out the balcony at his back.
“It’s a beautiful day, what do you want to do?” he asked, turning and looking back at her.
“Nothing.” She smiled.
“For once, I want to do nothing.” She sighed and crept closer to him, cuddling up to his chest.
She sighed in relief feeling his cool skin against hers.
It was nothing she had expected, but now, it felt like they were made for each other. Crafted from one piece of marble.
“Tell me what happened while I was gone.” She said softly to him.
“Well, we rebuilt the Biforst, that I kinda broke, but didn’t, if you know what I mean.” He started, before kissing her on top of her head.
“I do. Frigga and her magic.” Vara smiled, feeling his cold lips touch her skin.
“And then there was the Dark Elf invasion.” He sighed, remembering those dark times.
Vara leaned up and looked at him seriously.
“The what?” she asked, quickly checking him over for scars, but he didn’t have any new ones.
“It’s a long story. Complicated.” He explained.
“We have time.” she smiled, cuddling back up to his chest.
“Well, where do I start?” Loki sighed and leaned back against the headboard looking up at the ceiling.
“Kurse, snuck into Asgard, transformed in the cells, and well, went on a rampage through the palace.” He began to explain.
“Kurse, who’s Kurse?” she asked him, settling back in his arms.
“Malekith’s right hand bruiser, you could call him. He was a possessed creature of darkness.” Loki said, thinking back to that dark time, but also, it taught him things he needed to know.
Things like how Thor really felt about him, and to what lengths even Loki would go to, to protect his family.
“He killed my mother.” He said simply and Vara lifted herself off Loki’s chest and looked at him.
Frigga was alive and well, how had the Asgardians managed that.
“And me.” he said, looking at her and catching her dulling red eyes.
“What, why didn’t Thor come to me, I would gladly have given him my army, to keep you safe.” She said, running her hand over his chest.
“I suppose he felt it was his place to defend Asgard, and he did. With the rage my and my mother’s death provided.” Loki smiled to himself.
It was an ingenious plan to say the least. Giving Thor not only a reason to kill Malekith, but the rage to do it, it saved Asgard, and all the realms. He truly was a hero, for once.
“But how…” she stopped, thinking how to word it.
“How are you and Frigga here, today, if you died?” she asked, looking him over again for scars, knowing he didn’t have any new ones. But there was a small, thin line of silver scar tissue that she had missed, on his chest, over his heart. The killing blow she guessed. She stared at it angrily, as if the scar itself had killed him. Was killing him, was going to kill him. In her mind, in her anger, that scar was the most dangerous enemy now. He caught her staring at it. He wondered how she had missed it, but then again, as a prince of Asgard, he was afforded the best care after the war.
“That’s another story entirely.” He smirked.
“Go on.” She urged, breaking her stare down with his silver scar.
“I was never killed. My illusion was. I stood and watched from a distance as Thor mourned me, and disappeared into the cliffs of Svartalfheim with his mortal. They never came back out, I don’t know how they got back to Midgard, according to Thor.” he began to recall the story.
He didn’t know how she would react to all this that was coming next. Smoke and mirrors was his game and she knew that, but to what extent?
“I came home, and pretended to be an Asgardian warrior, claiming Loki had been killed in Svartalfheim. Odin held an audience with me, long enough for me to send him somewhere where he wouldn’t interfere with my plans.” He said, not meeting her eyes till the very last moment.
She stared at him incredulously. She had stopped herself from coming to him, and telling him the truth hoping he had followed the path of good and righteousness. It seemed it was all in vain. Loki was still Loki. Even when she wasn’t there to egg him on or to be his driving force. She lifted herself up off his chest and sat up in the bed, her back facing him. She curled her legs up to her chin and stared out into the blue.
“All these years. I hoped you’d be virtuous.” She said before looking over her shoulder.
“It seems it was time wasted.” She said sadly, looking away from him again.
It was just a matter of time till he broke her heart again. Like he had on Midgard all those years ago, leaving her stranded in the hands of SHIELD and their excessive scientists.
“I knew I had to get my mother back.” Loki said sitting up and moving over to Vara’s side vision. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at him as he explained.
“And there’s a book, in the royal library in the main palace. A book with a spell in could use to bring her back. To spare her my mistakes.” Loki quickly explained.
“I knew, Odin, or the guards, would never let me in there, unless I was Odin.” He explained.
“I sent him on a vacation, while I brought back his wife and my mother.” He added, seeing her unchanging expression.
He didn’t feel bad at all about what he did. And why should he. He saved his mother from the clutches of death itself, and Odin now loved him for that, and all was forgiven. So why was she still acting like he was evil.
“When he returned, he found his wife in his bed, his sons back to being brothers, and all was set right.” he added.
He needed to keep talking. He needed to convince her he was good.
“I just thought…” Loki said but was stopped when Vara finally looked at him.
He stopped, and her expression needed no other explanation. She was angry at him and hurt. But why? She then swiftly got out of bed and walked around to the balcony, where she stopped and stared out over the ocean. He sighed, grabbed a sheet from the bed and got out, before walking over to her and draping the sheet over her.
“Vara, I don’t understand, what’s going on?” he asked, tenderly, knowing better than to touch her right now.
She sighed and looked down and then he saw a tear fall to the golden floor.
“I longed everyday that you came down with the Bifrost, to tell you who you were, but I was afraid that if I did, that you would fall back into your mischievous ways.” She said, looking at him finally.
“But despite my bitten tongue, my aching heart, my hopeful mind, you did anyway.” She said, looking out over the water again.
“These last eleven years have been for nothing.” She said finally.
“No.” he said, grabbing her by her shoulders and turning her to look at him.
“It gave me a reset, if you will. I am now, where I always should have been.” He said quickly.
“If not for your war on Midgard, I would never have met you, and I would have still been stuck in that dark hellhole alone, with no children, and no hope. Your, mischief, brought you to me, and brought me into the light. I was hoping that same light had found its way into your heart.” She explained to him, as another tear rolled down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away.
“I still don’t understand. Mischief has always been my brand of entertainment. It’s nothing to be feared. Not by you anyway.” He explained that she would always be safe with him, and from his tricks.
“But it doesn’t stop with mischief, does it? Not with you.” She said, looking away from him and then to him again.
“Before I can wipe my eyes out, I’ll be standing on Midgard again, reaching out for you as you warp away.” she said to him, her sadness now showing through her anger. Then he understood. All the anger she had suppressed when she first came to him in the dungeons after he left her on Earth, was coming out now. It was like poison and it had soured the moment.
“That’s what this is about. The Midgardian invasion.” He asked, letting go of her shoulders and stepping back.
“YOU LEFT ME THERE TO ROT!” she shouted at him suddenly and he was taken aback by her ferocity.
This was like nothing before. Even her red cuts were clearly visible on her creamy skin. They slowly faded to thin red lines.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry. But you know the reason. I tried to get back to you, you know I did. Just think my darling.” He tried to ease her tempest.
“YOUR MISCHIEF COST ME! HURT ME!” she shouted again before drawing back and leaning heavily on the rails in front of her.
After a few deep breathes, she spoke calmly to him.
“We can never go back to that place Loki. That dark, tortuous place. You must never let that mischief become darkness. My heart won’t survive it.” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. He nodded to her and walked up to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. She turned her head and looked at him.
“I will never hurt you. You are the mother of my children. The one that the fates have gifted to me. I will guard you with my life. As for your heart,” he said, turning her to look at him.
“I will protect it, as you have done for mine.” He whispered to her and before she could stop herself, all the tears she should have shed while she was missing him, flooded out. She pressed herself to his chest as he embraced her and he comforted her in her grief.
“Anyway, that’s the highlights as to the past eleven years in my life.” he said, cracking a little joke and she giggled in between the tears.
“I’m sorry, I’m being completely irrational.” She said, lifting her head off his chest and wiping her tears away.
“I understand. It must have been hard, remembering everything, while I remembered nothing. And seeing me every month, it must have been torture.” He said, wiping the residual tears away as she eased out of crying.
“No, just the opposite. Our conversations, our time that we spent together, no matter how short, gave me comfort.” She smiled up at him and he smiled back at her.
“And then you used you magic on me.” she fake pouted.
“You’ve never done that before. And I didn’t appreciate it. At all.” She went on faking.
“I know, but you know me and curiosity. There was this little girl, that you kept hidden from us, I just wondered what was wrong with her.” he said taking her hand and leading her back to the bed.
“I just couldn’t risk you seeing her eyes. You would’ve have known years ago if you did.” She said, willingly going with him.
“And that would have put you right in the middle of the Dark Elf invasion. Trust me, now that I know you were safe in Muspelheim, and away from here when they came, I’m glad you did that. I would not have made it if I had lost both my mother and you in one day.” he said, stopping at the edge of the bed.
“And as for my magic, I thought you’d find it amusing, a little glimmer in the darkness.” He smiled at her.
“I didn’t. And I never want you to use your magic on me again. You know I’m no match to you in the magical department.” She offered him one amendment to their wedding vows.
But he wasn’t buying it. All he needed to do was convince her that magic could be fun, seductive. He smiled wickedly and dropped his eyes to the floor.
“Never again?” he asked her as she felt someone wrap his arms around her from behind. She jumped right into Loki’s arms and spun around, only to see another Loki standing there.
“Wh… what…” she said looking over her shoulder at her Loki and then ahead of her again as the other Loki came closer and tenderly slipped his hands over her hips.
“I’ve perfected my illusions.” Loki whispered into her ear and looked up at his double.
“He can do everything I can.” He smiled, before biting her earlobe softly and pulling away gently.
“I don’t get it, so what?” she asked, calming slightly, but turning in his arms and turning her back on the other Loki.
“I want to try something new. If that’s acceptable to you?” he smiled, letting go of her and walking away to the seating in the room. He sat down and crossed his legs.
“Continue.” He waved his hand and the other Loki walked up behind her again, slipping his silky hands over her scarred body once again.
She made to push his hands away, but the second she took them, it was Loki. His warmth, or lack there of, and silky skin, it was him. But it was confusing to her and she couldn’t get over the fact that he was sitting watching them. It felt like she was being unfaithful to him.
“Loki, no stop. I can’t.” she said, stepping away from the double and closer to him. He got up off the seat and walked up to her.
“It’s okay,” he said, turning her around to look at his double.
“See, it’s me. It’s a perfect copy. Not even you can tell the difference.” He said, easing her closer to his double. But she spun around and faced him.
“No, not like this…” she stopped. She didn’t know what game he was playing at, but she didn’t like it.
“So you’re just going to sit there, and, watch?” she asked him and he smiled seductively.
“For starters, yes.” he smiled.
“No, no. That’s just too weird.” She said, pulling away from him.
She walked out onto the balcony and crossed her arms over her chest. What was her thinking? This wasn’t him. He had never suggested anything like this before.
He looked at his double and he shrugged at Loki. He sighed and walked up to her and leaned onto the railing next to her, looking at her.
“Do you not find him attractive, is there a problem you see that I don’t with his form?” he asked her, looking over at his copy.
There was nothing there to be seen.
“Yes, I do find him sexy, very sexy, just as I do you. And no, there’s nothing wrong with him. He’s perfect.” She said looking over at the real Loki as he turned back to look at her.
“It’s just, with you watching. I can’t imagine it being him, you, I mean. Even if it looks like you.” She explained her grievances.
“Ah.” He said, turning his back to the railings and looking at his double as he stood silently in the room waiting for his next order.
“It’s me watching that troubles you.” He said, looking back at her.
“What happened to you, you would never suggest something like this? This doesn’t even sound like you.” She said, turning and walking back into the room, waving away the illusion as he shimmered away in a glitter of green.
“Wait…” she thought suddenly. She turned and looked at him.
“It’s been eleven years that we’ve been apart. And I’ve told you what I’ve been doing, but you never told me what you were doing?” she asked, walking up to him.
“Or who, rather?” she corrected her statement, leading into her main idea.
He had not plucked this from the sky, he would have used this somewhere before.
Now he understood. She thought that he had used this trick on some other woman.
“Tell me, was it Sif? She never did like me.” she asked him again.
“Vara, my life has been as dry here as yours has been.” He said, walking up to her.
“There hasn’t been anyone else.” He soothed her with sweet words.
He wasn’t lying. With his aching heart, and the minds of the Asgardians still remembering him as a bad guy, not even the bar wenches would have him.
“Then why all this song and dance? Surly you know I would never agree to this. I would not sleep with Thor, why would I cheat on you with, you.” She said, looking at him, closing the distance between them.
“I…” he stumbled over his words.
“I just wanted to please you. To the utmost.” He said, reaching of her hands and grasping them. They were hotter than normal; he guessed she had raised it unconsciously in her angered state.
“But you already do.” She used her soft soothing voice.
“I don’t need another you. One is quite enough.” She chuckled and he did too, a little.
“I just wanted to try something we hadn’t before. To get the spark back.” he admitted and now she understood. She thought for a little while and sighed.
“Okay, we can try.” She finally gave in. He looked up at her as if to ask her if she was sure and she nodded.
“But you don’t watch. I want you here, front and centre.” She said to him.
He smiled but thought then about this double. What was he to do?
“And the illusion?” he asked.
She smiled and shrugged.
“What ever you want him to do. He is yours to command after all. But I do have one request.” She said, before leaning in and whispering to him.
He heard her proposition and when she pulled away, he smiled.
“Agreed.” he said, waving his hand and creating his illusion, once again.
She turned and smiled at him. She walked up to him and he took her around her hips, pulling her into his embrace as Loki watched. She reached up and he leaned down and she shared a tender yet steamy kiss with his illusion. She had to admit, it was exactly like her Loki. She broke the kiss and turned to Loki.
“Now, what I wanted.” She smiled at her Loki.
He nodded and slowly started turning blue. His cuts dug into his skin and when he opened his eyes, they were the blood red eyes of a Frost Giant. She smiled and let go of the illusion and walked up to her Loki.
“Beautiful.” She whispered to him, planting a kiss on his lips but pulling away shortly after.
He was left pouting, preparing for a deep kiss, but was left wanting. They had not gotten dressed from last night, so she looked down to see if his scar looked different in his blue form. Much like his Asgardian form, it was hard to see, but with the dark blue scar standing out on his light blue skin, it was clear. She reached down and ran her finger tips over it and he looked down to follow her hand with his sight.
“Thor should have come to me. I would have helped.” She whispered, sad that he had yet another scar to bear. He took her hand in his and she looked up to meet his eyes.
“It’s okay. Everything worked out in the end.” He whispered back to her.
“Can we focus on us now?” he whispered, lifting her hands to his lips and kissing them tenderly with his blue lips.
She smiled and nodded, as the illusion walked up behind her. He tenderly and lovingly caressed her hips and she moaned slightly, breaking the kiss with Loki and looking at the illusion.
“He’s going to lift you up now. Don’t be startled.” Her Loki whispered to her as the illusion ran his hands down her thighs and swiftly lifted her up into the air, her legs folding up and around her Loki. Despite her warning, she did let out a little squeak as he lifted her. She hung onto Loki and didn’t trust the illusion to hold her.
“Lean back, he’ll brace you.” He whispered to her and she took a moment, but eventually, she leant back, bracing herself against the illusion. She felt the both of them become excited and prodding against her. She looked to Loki and the illusion and wondered how this was going to work.
“Slowly, please.” she said the both of them.
“Always, my love.” The illusion leaned in and kissed the side of her neck.
She leaned back into him and reached up with her right hand, running her fingers through his hair as he began to seduce her, running his hands up and down her spine slowly, creating Goosebumps. Loki smiled and leaned forward, slowly pushing up into her as his lips met her collar bone. She sighed loudly out of both ecstasy and release. This just made them all the more excited. Loki smiled it his illusion over her shoulder and gave him a little wink, signalling it was time for him to take her as well. He nodded and looked down, following the curve of her spine down to the rounds of her butt. She leaned forward to Loki and kissed him feverishly as the illusion took his place closely behind her and thrust up into her. She moaned loudly, but this time in pain. She broke the kiss with Loki and looked back at the illusion.
“I don’t think things are supposed to go up there.” She whispered to them, blushing profusely.
“Shush, it’s okay.” Loki said to her and she paid her attention back to him.
“It’ll work. Nothing bad is going to happen.” He said, leaning in and stopping just before kissing her.
“Focus on us.” He said again, before kissing her deeply, beginning to thrust into her.
The illusion kissed her shoulders and neck, while caressing her hips from behind.
At first she wasn’t sure about all this, but she was glad she agreed to it in the end. It was something new and it certainly was putting the spark back in their relationship.