{"id":380,"date":"2023-08-17T09:51:09","date_gmt":"2023-08-17T13:51:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.fictionforest.ca\/?p=380"},"modified":"2023-09-18T22:19:46","modified_gmt":"2023-09-19T02:19:46","slug":"eldrunn-and-loki-cycles-of-life-suspicion-golden-apples-a-golden-ring-ravens-the-place-of-black-stone-cycles-of-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fictionforest.ca\/?p=380","title":{"rendered":"Eldrunn and Loki: making a mark"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cycles of Life \u2013 Suspicion \u2013 Golden Apples \u2013 A Golden Ring \u2013 Ravens \u2013 The Place of Black Stone \u2013 Cycles of Death<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Gods help her, she was enjoying herself. It was going to end badly, but out on the balcony she could ignore that. The crisp night air, the black sky spangled with an infinity of diamond stars, the open hall behind her lit with dancing orange flames and laughter and music and twinkling jewels; it was like a beautiful dream. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to still the tremble of fear that threatened shake her joy to pieces.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe this time it will be different. Or maybe this time it is a dream and I can just enjoy it. Maybe this time.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She heard before she saw.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The same instincts honed by countless nights like this one, the same ones that told her this was certainly not a dream \u2013 at least one she did not know how to wake from \u2013 those instincts taught her to sense the shift in the room. To feel the thread pull taught before the snare tightened, to sense the tensing of the air before the trap snapped shut.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Cries of alarm, shouts of outrage, weapons being drawn, shots being fired, instruments grinding to a halt. Turning around she watched the room swiftly flying into chaos, large hats and sparkling hair amidst tumbling candelabras and the unmistakable profile of large, flat spear heads.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She took a few steps forward, strangely unshaken in the sea of confusion, and picked him out of the crowd. Of course, he was heading away from the danger, not the least bit interested in who or why, just in the how to get away. Or, she amended as she saw him scanning the crowds, he was looking for her. Which meant he was not watching his own back.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She opened her mouth to warn him, regardless of the futility, the urge was strong. But it was too late, the large curved spears were on either side of him, hands grabbing hold of his arms just as his eyes found hers.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His brow creased in confusion, and she wondered what expression her own face wore as she looked back at him. <\/span>What does devastated inevitability and heartbreak look like in a ballgown?<\/span><\/i> She wondered.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he was gone, being pulled away. Somewhere in the distance there was the shout of a loud, deep voice like thunder. The skies above her answered with a sharp crackle of ozone.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That would be his nephew, <\/span><\/i>she thought, taking a few steps further back until she was leaning against the railing. She clutched the smooth stone of the carved railing behind her back. He was at the doorway now, struggling to get away. Thor was bowling through the crowd, yelling after him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGet to her!\u201d he called at Thor, \u201cForget me, find her!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His nephew whirled around now looking for her and she felt her heart climb in her throat. This is where things could sometimes get complicated. Get drawn out and more painful. This is how hope happened.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She could not afford hope.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Loki,\u201d she murmured.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He managed to wrench free enough to turn at that point, almost as if he heard her, and he saw her one last time before he was forced out the door. Thor, his nephew, was barreling through the crowd towards her. There was only one way to end this quickly, at least for her. She never knew what happened to everyone else once she had gone.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Leaning back she toppled off the balcony, falling downwards in a rush of wind. She tumbled through the air, catching a final glimpse of that endless black and silver sky before everything went dark.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldrunn opened her eyes. She was in a garden, an orchard actually. A soft wind blew and a scattering of petals rained around her and tumbled through the green grass beneath her feet. One touched her cheek and she jumped, the rocks she had crashed into being the last thing she remembered feeling.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That was quick.<\/span><\/i> She thought.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes there was what she had come to think of as an \u201cin-between\u201d a sort of grey, floating time that was a formless but blessed respite from the endlessly turning wheel she seemed to be strapped to. Sometimes she would think of it that way, and the image would call to mind myths, legends, and stories from her past. Thoughts about eternal punishments with impossible tasks would crowd into her mind and she would wonder what great crime she had committed to deserve this fate.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But not this time. This time she could still imagine the wind stinging her eyes with tears as she fell to her death, feel the excruciating pain of her limbs mangled on impact, could still taste the blood welling on her tongue even as her heart slowed to a stop.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Could still see his face before he was pulled through the doors.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She wondered how he died this time.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She closed her eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Please let it be a long time before I see him. I need some time.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was no knowing. Sometimes she encountered him before she was even ten steps into a new life cycle, other times she would wait a handful of days before catching sight of him \u2013 or he would catch sight of her. That always happened when she tried to avoid him, when she could not bring herself to set the wheel in motion again. He would find her by some odd turn of events, or something about her would draw his attention and bring that curious, sarcastic face before her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She pressed a hand against the trunk of a tree to feel the reassuring solidity of the bark against her palm. She closed her eyes and breathed the scent of the blossoms and listened to the rustle of the leaves as another breeze blew through. She opened her eyes and caught a petal on its descent, rubbing the velvety smoothness between her fingers before releasing it back to the breeze.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked at the tree and wondered, again, about her own strange life. Perhaps it was like this tree. At one point she had a trunk, something stable and singular, something that she grew up as. But then, somehow, she had branched out in so many different directions. Twisting, winding, finding smaller paths to twigs and leaves, but never being able to break free, to begin anew. Living out these terminal lives with any chance at peace or happiness scattered like the petals in the grass. Everything beautiful crushed underfoot.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The philosophies of all the religions she had studied turned in her mind like a kaleidoscope. She had not been idle throughout her lives. Every chance she had to learn, to add some new knowledge, she would take. If this was a punishment, she would find a path to forgiveness, if it was a curse she would find a spell to break it, and if it was something else altogether, she would discover what it was, call it by its name, and find out how to denounce it.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She made her way between the trunks, formulating a new plan. She went through what she had already tried and tested it against what she had learned. There were some new things she wanted to try, she prepared the spells in her mind and fit them to her own small magics. The concept was simple, actually, but finding a way to do it without having the materials always on hand was a challenge. She was not so good at conjuring on will alone, but she had been practicing. She was always practicing something.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She supposed her attitude of always trying was admirable, but she also knew there was no alternative. She could not give up; it was not allowed. Death was inevitable, and followed by a whole new life that would also lead to her death, or his. It was really just a question of how much pain there would be along the way. She supposed some people may have been driven mad at this point. <\/span>Unless it has already happened, unless this is a result of my mind already broken.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a possibility, to be certain, but one she simply did not accept. Whatever else was happening, she felt that her mind was, ultimately, well.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah, there he is. So soon.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She came to a stop at the sight of a man crouched behind some trees. His back was to her, but the shape of him was unmistakable. He was long, and lean and moved with such a strange, angular grace. Whenever they fought each other she \u2013 well she rather enjoyed it actually. He was deadly and made for a great opponent. Except when he was the one that killed her, as sometimes happened, that was much less enjoyable.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He still had not heard her. <\/span>Maybe I just melt back into the trees.<\/span><\/i> She thought. <\/span>Maybe I just stay away for a few more days, a few more moments.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She hesitated too long, eventually he sensed her eyes on his back and turned. She could not keep the amused smile from curving her lips at the sardonic look he gave her. She was sure it was meant to send her scurrying away. His dark red hair was shorn rather short, and his beard shaven. It made the light green of his eyes stand out in his pale face.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d she asked in an overly conspiratorial whisper.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am watching something. What are you doing?\u201d he asked in his annoyed voice.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am also watching something,\u201d she said, then offered an unnecessary, \u201cit\u2019s you.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cClearly.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But instead of sounding more annoyed, there was a trace of interest in his voice and in his eyes. She swallowed. This was going to be a difficult one. She looked quickly away.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Almost as bad as when his nephew tried to help was when he became suspicious right away, determined to uncover \u201cthe truth\u201d about her. Almost like that life was trying to teach her a lesson, warning her away from letting him in on the secret of trying to get off the turning wheel.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She peered through the trees, trying to spot what he was looking at.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh, I see. The Golden Apples,\u201d she said, catching sight of three proud trees in the centre of the orchard. The trees\u2019 leaves were glossy green, so thick they barely turned in the breeze that set all the other trees a-flutter. Gleaming from between the leaves were fat, golden apples. As impossibly perfect as they were golden. Sitting beneath the trees was a woman with a long, fair plait over one shoulder. Idunn. Keeper of the apples. She was weaving a tapestry of some kind. When the breeze died down Eldrunn caught snippets of a melody that she was humming to herself.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Eldrunn crouched down near Loki. Trying not to breathe in his scent too deeply. Wild thyme and smoke. It was strange that he continued to have this effect on her. She wondered if it was part of the enchantment or curse that she was under. But she thought there was something more. There was a connection between them, a connection that existed before this looping madness of heartbreak and death, a connection that somehow persisted in spite of it. She had memories of a life with him, moments that she was certain were from a time before, a time before her life was an endless journey of dead ends.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And those memories gave her hope. That if there had been something before all this, there could be something after it, if she could only break free. <\/span>I want to know what this is between us, I feel like it belongs to me and I want it for myself.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked her way.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry, but why are you here?\u201d he asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI thought I\u2019d just take a walk through the trees,\u201d she said, a smile curving her lips.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, but you aren\u2019t from around here. I mean, I barely get this far into these woods without being seen and I\u2019m -\u201d he stopped abruptly and dropped lower to the ground. Eldrunn saw that another figure was moving through the trees before she was yanked lower to the ground by her sleeve.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I think it may be time for us to go. I am not a prude, but there are things I simply do not need to hear or see,\u201d he said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that her lover?\u201d Eldrunn asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She watched his smile match her own amused grin as a few giggles floated up from the golden apple trees.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMost certainly,\u201d he replied. \u201cNow I just need to decide if I should bring you out of here with me or leave you here to find your own way out. Although I wonder if your way out is better than mine. You still haven\u2019t said how you got in here.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d A voice called up towards them.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDecision made,\u201d he said, grabbing ahold of her hand.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A familiar tingle rushed through her body, and her vision wavered a pale green. The colour of his magic. Then she was on her feet, at the edge of the orchard. She stumbled a few steps, but he still held her hand and she was able to steady herself on his arm. Then they were running down the winding valley to put a gentle hill between themselves and the orchard. Eldrunn searched her memory for the shape of the land she knew had once been her home.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis way,\u201d she said, tugging him upwards to where the green hills would give way to rocky cliffs.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But he was immovable. He dropped her hand and crossed his arms across his chest, an amused look on his face.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, don\u2019t you trust me?\u201d she said, putting on her most disarming smile. He returned the smile, in spite of himself, and it went right to his eyes. He was a fantastic flirt. At least that was fun.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, I don\u2019t. I don\u2019t even know your name.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEldrunn,\u201d she said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

For a while she had made up different names, but had given that up rather quickly. She would sometimes forget what she was calling herself. And she had decided that she would have him say her name as many times as she could. That was a small pleasure that she could take freely.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Eldrunn,\u201d he said, drawing out the \u201cl\u201d in a way only he did, when he was thinking about the parts of her name and its meaning, \u201cit is interesting to meet you.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot a pleasure?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cRemains to be seen.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She shrugged.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can at least tell me <\/span>your<\/span><\/i> name,\u201d she said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He shook his head. \u201cI think you already know it. And now I\u2019m wondering why you are pretending that you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt her face freeze and pressed a smile back onto it. It was to be <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> kind of Loki. the one that <\/span>knew something, but not quite what. <\/span><\/i>There was a line between curious and suspicious, and if this Loki crossed it, she was going to have to act quickly.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cVery well, Loki. I suppose I can\u2019t be too disappointed if the god of mischief can see through my own little deceptions.\u201d She said it with a mock bow and a little flourish of her hand.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He dropped his crossed arms, the smile returned. He rocked back on his heels and tipped his chin down, ever so slightly, in the way that meant he was weighing his options. Usually, it meant he was going for the unwise choice. She took a few steps away from him, and when he didn\u2019t stop her she turned and continued up the hill.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She glanced over her shoulder when she was halfway up and saw that he was gone. Then she turned and ran straight into his chest.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLoki!\u201d She said irritably and gave him a gentle shove away and he caught her wrists. She tilted her chin up and he was peering down at her. Still curious, but deepening towards something else. Concern, maybe.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In her surprise she had reacted with too much familiarity, she knew he could move that swiftly, that he could move from one place to the next in a blink, and it was annoying. She had dropped her coy and flirtatious act, someone who had just met him would not have reacted the way she just did. She was irritated instead of awed.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEldrunn.\u201d He said her name again and she tried to keep her heart from racing out of her chest. \u201cDo I know you?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Not that I can think of.\u201d Unlike her deception in the apple orchard, lying about <\/span>this<\/span><\/i> was something she knew how to do. She snapped her mind back to the task. \u201cWhy, do you think you know me?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had been here before, it was easy to keep the hurt from her eyes, and the hurt when he responded, \u201cNot in any way that I can recall.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDisappointed?\u201d she asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat I don\u2019t know you?\u201d he asked, bemused.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat you don\u2019t know if you do. And that I might be lying about it,\u201d she said, twisting away from him and heading up the hill again in a flounce.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This time, he followed.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And before long he was filling the silence with his wild guesses at who she might be and when they may have crossed paths. It was as much about filling the silence as it was about guessing, she knew. And she was happy to hear the easy roll of his voice, enjoy the clever crafting of his telling and to laugh. It wasn\u2019t often she had this much time alone with him, with no immediate threat or distractions. It was a pity she was not going to be able to enjoy it much longer.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c…and after that,\u201d he was saying as she slowed her steps, \u201cthe poor man slept with a chicken on a leash tied to his wrist because he truly thought it would become a monster on the full moon and wreak havoc on the surrounding villages.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut won\u2019t the chicken eventually die?\u201d she asked between the laughter.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, most certainly. That\u2019s why I make a journey to replace it every now and then.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Another laugh bubbled out of her. \u201cSo, this poor farmer thinks he has an immortal were-chicken capable of going on a murderous rampage?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I suppose he does.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They had paused, as she had intended, at a point where the path veered close to the cliffs. Some sharp rocks jutted up from the ground and she wandered towards them so she could lean against the sun-warmed stone and enjoy the cold smell of the ocean that crashed against the bottom of the cliff.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLoki, god of mischief. I wonder that you are able to get into any trouble around here, what with your important duties of replacing chickens,\u201d she teased.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAh, well, I actually have a system.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you now?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He was enjoying her amusement, she could tell.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, it\u2019s very efficient. I start with the chicken, then I take the old chicken and \u2013 I’m sorry to say \u2013 give it to the wolf in the woods nearby so that he\u2019ll tell me tales of what the trees whisper in those parts. Because that wood, like all woods, is a sister of the world tree and less discreet with family secrets. Then I terrorize the sleep and dreams of everyone in a nearby village, I rotate through them to make it fair, and that gives me quite a bit to work with in terms of fear and fealty-\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d she cut in, already knowing the answer, but realizing it was the kind of question to be expected if she did not know him. And it never hurt to check, maybe there would be something she could use.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI will always be a god, more hated and feared than loved,\u201d he said leaning against one of the other large rocks, \u201cbut it\u2019s the thought that counts. Stirring up an entire village, whispering my name in their ears, it gives me a boost, a little extra power, some magic to burn.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what do you burn it on,\u201d she asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His smile went from open to shuttered and his eyes filled with warning.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. Yet.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her stomach churned like the waves, and sensing he had unsettled her as intended, he turned to look out over the water. She had to turn the conversation in a direction that would get her closer to him. She paid little attention to the outfits she showed up in, they were always some generic garb from wherever and whenever she landed. Occasionally, there was something useful in a pocket or pack. This time was not one of those times. She needed something that he would likely be carrying. She eyed the line of his shirt as it rippled against his chest and stomach in the wind and thought she saw the outline of a hilt hidden there.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Between the sound of the wind and the waves, he had to speak loudly or move closer if he wanted to continue their conversation. He chose the latter.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy weren\u2019t you surprised when I appeared in front of you?\u201d he said, stepping away from his rock to look at her. She cursed inwardly and kept her face neutral.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust now, on the hill. You were startled, but you recovered so quickly. You weren\u2019t surprised, not really. And the way you said my name…\u201d He shook his head, as if warning off a lie in response \u201c…almost as though you had said it like that before. Like someone who knows me.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The wind picked up strands of her hair and swirled them around her face. He was too far back; she would never move fast enough to do what she needed. And he was catching on quickly that something was amiss.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes she wondered if she was moving through time and was sometimes encountering an older and more experienced Loki, or one who had just been badly burned in one of his own ploys and so was more suspicious than usual. Or, perhaps, a Loki that had succeeded at something very cunning and was living free and loose. Sometimes he was so careless and other times so canny. Or, perhaps, it was his mercurial nature and he simply flipped between moods from one day to the next. One thing she\u00a0rarely had the benefit of was an extended time with him. Once he appeared, the invisible clock began to tick.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEven now,\u201d he said, taking a step towards her, \u201cI can see how you are watching me. Not even my brother, with his one eye and his blood flowing in my veins, tries to read me this carefully.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had to get him to come closer before things got rolling. Before they started showing up. Before it all became red pain and darkness. She held a hand up.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, don\u2019t come any closer. It\u2019s…it\u2019s hard to explain. But they\u2019re coming.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He raised his eyebrows and was, momentarily, at a loss for words. Then he answered almost to himself as he reasoned, \u201cWell, that is something, isn\u2019t it? Telling me to stay away is almost daring me to come closer which, I think you may know, is an almost certain way to get me to do something. And since I probably should not trust you, then you are probably saying that just to get me to move closer.\u201d He stopped and a delighted smile lit his face, \u201cthis is fantastic!\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFantastic.\u201d she repeated the word breathlessly. Of course, he would think that.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt lightheaded then, a stream of panicked thoughts causing her to step back and lean against the rock. Her hands met the jagged rock the same way they had met the smooth stone of the railing not even a day before. The two days started to blur together \u2013 what had happened merging with what was going to happen. In her mind she was tumbling over the edge again and crashing into the ground below, even as she imagined his body plummeting over the cliff to be dashed against the rocks. It would kill him if she did it properly. She had learned a lot in her time on this turning wheel.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She closed her eyes to hide her thoughts and calmed the buzzing in her ears; she felt the numbness fade from her fingers. She needed all her wits about her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

When she opened her eyes, he was right there. Watching her so closely with narrowed eyes. Concerned, but not necessarily for her, he was concerned <\/span>about<\/span><\/i> her. About what danger she might bring, or what trouble she was in.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEldrunn,\u201d he was close enough that he did not have to yell, \u201cwho\u2019s <\/span>they<\/span><\/i>, who do you think is coming?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She dropped the coy fa\u00e7ade, weighing him openly with her eyes. His brow furrowed in response, and he took in a sharp breath, but he did not look away.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy can\u2019t I place your face,\u201d he said, he looked genuinely troubled. And when Loki went serious, she was out of time.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t, you never do,\u201d she said. \u201cBut I\u2019m going to keep trying. I promise, I will keep trying. Give me your hand.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her urgency, her sudden pain laid bare, commanded him, and he was willing to see where this would lead, so he held out a hand, palm up.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you tell me whatever you can, before what you think is going to happen happens.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI need your dagger,\u201d she responded.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He reset his shoulders and leaned a little closer to her in a way that would have been menacing if she didn\u2019t know him so well. He was taking a leap of faith; he was steeling himself for the unknown. It was difficult for him to do, and he was going to regret it.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She slipped her fingers behind his outstretched hand and brushed her thumb across his palm. Her eyes traced the grooves and whorls of his skin, of this hand that had brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, pressed desperately against her bleeding wounds, traced the length of her spine along her back.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s going to end badly,\u201d she said in a hoarse voice, the words just slipped out. They had been clamouring in her head since he refused to follow her up the mountain.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His hand dropped a little and she tightened her grip. She looked up at him, she met those pale green eyes; they were the softest thing about him, such a perfect, gentle glow. The time was running short, she could feel the string ready to tense, the trap ready to snap shut. Understanding flashed in his eyes, he could always sense danger, and here it was holding his hand. But she was already in motion, and she had a little skill in magic of her own. She plunged her free hand across to grip the dagger hidden in his shirt.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStillness waits.\u201d She encanted, feeling a trickle of power leave her and he was suddenly rooted on the spot. She slashed an L into the palm of his hand, seeing the muscles of his forearm ripple in response even though he could not pull away. Then she spat on top of the blood and rubbed it into the wound, unleashing the spell she had gathered in her mind into the motion. Intention mattered, she had to be focused.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She looked back up at him, the first spell was wearing off, she could feel it growing weak. She hoped he could see the regret she felt, how deeply she felt it. But he wasn\u2019t looking at her, he was looking past her at something that was bewildering to him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They were here, it was time.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She smeared her bloody thumb across his lips for good measure. Trying to ignore the frustration and anger burning in his eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She pulled close to him, it shielded her from the wind for a moment and she felt so warm. She shuttered her feelings.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou won\u2019t die, not really.\u201d She said into his ear. \u201cLook at your hand Loki. Look at your hand.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she pushed him off the cliff.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

Loki startled awake with a cry. Then he looked around the room and shook the sleep off. It was a dream, a dream about…Even as he tried to remember, it all tumbled away.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His hand hurt.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked at his left hand and saw a slash of blood. Grabbing one of the sheets he wiped it away to see the damage. There was nothing there. The skin was unbroken.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He sniffed at his hand, something was unfamiliar about the blood. It was his own blood, that he knew for certain, but it had been altered in some way.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

An orangish glow appeared above the bloody palm, and he used his other hand to spread the light on top.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you?\u201d He murmured.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Tilting his head from side to side he could see a faint shimmering line through the burnished light that went down the length of his palm then angled to the right, like a letter L.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He leaned back to look at it from different angles. Was this one of his own spells he had forgotten about? Perhaps some sort of reminder to do something? When was the last time he had replaced that farmer\u2019s chicken?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A little more prodding showed him that there was nothing of immediate concern to do with his hand. It was strange but, as far as he could tell, benign. He stretched his arms up and looked out the window that led to his balcony. He had slept long past midday and he wondered if he should just eat and go right back to sleep again. He had recently expended quite a lot of magic, and it had left him tired out. But, if he was sleeping, how would he enjoy his endeavours?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That was all it took to get him out of bed. He was still fully clothed, having fallen immediately into bed upon his return. A quick smoothing over with his hands and some loose magic and he was good as new. His flaming hair in a neat queue and his clothing fresh and unwrinkled. <\/span><\/span> He patted a pocket and took out a large, gold ring. Examining it with a satisfied smile he flicked it into the air, caught it with a snap and dropped it back into his pocket before going out the door.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He was barely ten steps from his chambers when a large, one-eyed raven came flying to the hall window with a harsh cawing. Loki sighed, ignored the raven and turned the corner, heading towards a hall that would not have windows. There was more cawing, and a different raven\u00a0watched from a further sill. Loki slowed his steps and thought in grumbles about what to do next. He turned to the raven.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs it wrong to assume I am unwanted at the Hall? Meet me in the courtyard below so I can get on with my day.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki took the spiraling staircase down to a small courtyard nearby. The plants were mostly maintained by magic, and the sun only passed over for a few short hours of the day, meaning the gravel paths beneath the broad-leaved plants were always cool and awash in green and gray shadows. Loki enjoyed the shady privacy of the place, it suited him, and he rarely crossed paths here with any of the other gods who typically sought out the more golden, sunny spaces. <\/span>To match their golden sunny selves.<\/span><\/i> He thought, with some bitterness and irritation.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But not my brother, not him. He knows the shadows.<\/span><\/i> Loki thought, as he came upon the figure waiting for him.<\/span> Otherwise, why would I mix his blood with mine?<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin was standing in the centre of the garden, where all the paths met. He was large and imposing, his great beard braided with gold and his eyepatch adorned with silver. His cloak did not cover his form, but emphasized it, decorating his already-large shoulders with crow feathers so that his frame filled the path and blocked out other routes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He should have been out of place, a large brute in this quiet sanctuary. But the trees and leaves seemed to brush the crow feathers adorning his cloak with affection, the flowers and shrubs rubbed against his shins like purring cats as he turned around. Somehow, Odin always knew how to fit in. It was a trick that Loki knew he could never manage – to be terrifying, but also, somehow, loved.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd how are Hreidmar and his sons this morning?\u201d Loki asked, conversationally.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnamused, as am I. We have heard from Andvari. He stormed into the hall last night in the midst of what was supposed to be a celebration of forgiveness and demanded his ring back.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat ring?\u201d Loki asked, his lie absolute perfection.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But Odin\u2019s face did not move a muscle from its suspicious set. Loki heard the sound of wings flapping and the sway of branches as two large ravens perched somewhere up above. He cursed inwardly. Had those two pestering birds seen anything to report? Was this just an empty threat from Odin, trying to get Loki to show his hand? And if Odin was already suspicious, when would he stop watching with his all-seeing gaze and all-seeing birds? What good was a ring that found gold if you were never able to seek?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLoki, you killed Hreimdar\u2019s son, and we need to repay the debt.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow was I supposed to know he was the damn otter?\u201d Loki burst out. \u201cAnd not a very good one, might I add. An otter, with the mind of a man, and he still got caught. Do you know the hours I have spent as a salmon, or a snake, or even a damn fly? And I manage not to get caught or eaten by anything else. Amateur,\u201d he muttered.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin\u2019s face still had not changed.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not like I did it on purpose, did I?\u201d Loki finished.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And now he saw the slightest change in Odin\u2019s face. The darkness, the shadows, the reason Odin was as good an ally as he was a foe \u2013 he always suspected the darkness in others. Loki read the look and did not have to pretend a minor bit of outrage.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI really did not know it was him, Otr, son of Hreimdar \u2013 although had I known that was his name, maybe I would have thought twice before killing any otters. But would I have done it purposefully? And so sloppily too,\u201d Loki said, making a distasteful face. \u201cHad I wanted that shapeshifter dead I could have achieved it with infinitely more cunning. I think you know that.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin\u2019s chin dipped in thought. \u201cThor also believes that you did not know who Otr was,\u201d he\u00a0said, signaling his agreement.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, thank you Thor,\u201d Loki said, without enthusiasm.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBut my son is easily fooled, and especially won over by your unique brand of…enthusiastic problem solving.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Effective<\/span><\/i> problem solving, I would say,\u201d Loki interjected with a raised finger. <\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHmmm,\u201d Odin said, which could be agreement or disapproval. \u201cI suppose with all his strength he does need some weaknesses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

And here, Loki detected the edge of humour in Odin\u2019s tone and the slight twinkle in his eye.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki gave a wry smile of understanding. Thor, for all his bluster and strength, was not always the swiftest of thinkers \u2013 and altogether a little too gullible. And if Loki had taken advantage of this once or twice, it was not as though his nephew did not enjoy the resulting adventure more than the embarrassment of being fooled. And Loki had to admit, when his cunning was combined with Thor\u2019s brute strength \u2013 well, it was almost as fun as it had been journeying with Odin, back when they had first become blood brothers, before the pull of the throne and the weight of the ravens on his shoulders held him here in the land of Asgard to rule and watch.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you ever miss it?\u201d Loki asked, watching Odin carefully. \u201cDo you miss the days when we tore from place to place, howling like the west wind and stirring up adventure wherever we touched down? Do you miss the bite of frost and starlight on your cheeks, and the feel of your spear in your hands, or the hot sun on burning sands beneath your feet. Don\u2019t you miss being away from here?\u201d Loki asked, taunting. He had used a bit of magic in his question, and for a moment the small garden rustled with the edge of a cold wind, the distance sound of battle cries and sifting golden sands underfoot. Loki prowled a little closer to his brother. \u201cDon\u2019t you miss the adventure?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin\u2019s eye followed Loki, slightly annoyed. \u201cI have plenty to occupy me here.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki snorted. \u201cIs that why you sneak out? Bent and shrunken in your tattered cloak, wandering the lands of men. Oh, I know about your little adventures. But you must know, they are nothing compared to what we could be doing, compared to what we have already done.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki\u2019s eyes glowed faintly green with the thought, with the promise.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI would rather be here,\u201d Odin stated.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, making fat babies with Frigg, which I admit, must be enjoyable, and settling disputes –\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf which you provide many,\u201d Odin interjected. \u201cWhich is why I am here.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot to reminisce then?\u201d Loki asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, not today.\u00a0Do you have the ring or not? Andvari is here, saying you took his gold to pay our blood price for the death of Otr. He says he refused to include the magic ring when you asked, and now his magic ring is missing.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if he refused it, I can hardly say that I have it, can I? Seems he wouldn\u2019t mind giving it though, Otr being a friend of his and all that. Besides, brother, what use have I for gold? And slaying a shapeshifter, to pay a blood price, to steal Andvari\u2019s ring; do you really think that was all part of a scheme? Hardly. I didn\u2019t even know about the ring until the moment he refused to hand it over.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a flapping of wings and branch dipped under the weight of the raven moving closer. Odin looked at the raven, then at Loki\u2019s pocket.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe ring, Loki.\u201d And now there was no hint of humour.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Damn birds. Loki\u2019s jaw clenched and he considered his options. He could lie, he did not think Odin would fight him for the ring here and now. But then Odin would be watching, and waiting, and would take it from him eventually. And what Loki had said was true, what use did he have for gold? That was not why he had taken the ring. He had taken it because he wanted it, and Andvari had said he could not have it, and that was enough.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And because you never knew when these things would become useful.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki cursed again and fished the ring from his pocket, his mouth an angry slash. \u201cWe could have shared it. You and I. Endless wealth. A trick up our sleeves. A piece in a game that may later be played.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve no time for games, now,\u201d Odin said, holding out his hand. Loki scornfully tossed the ring at him. A raven darted forward and caught it neatly in his beak and deposited it in Odin\u2019s outstretched hand. Odin\u2019s fingers closed around the ring; Loki\u2019s mouth thinned in annoyance.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou used to be more fun, Odin. You used to have a sense of adventure, you used to know what it was to have power. What will Hreimdar and his remaining son do with it anyway, cover the pile of gold they have with more gold? Become rich and selfish until someone kills them out of jealousy and greed? These lesser beings do not know what it is to have power, not like you and I do.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin turned away. Power. It was an old argument, usually one that would goad Odin to stay and argue. Not so today.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd all of this gold will not bring back his son,\u201d Loki threw at Odin\u2019s departing back.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then Odin stopped, his head bent down as if in thought. He did not turn around when he spoke.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne day, Loki, perhaps you will have sons. And you will know what it is to say there is no price in this world too great to make up for their loss, or to bring them back.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Something about the way he said it, the added gravity in his tone, sent a chill up Loki\u2019s spine. He did not like to give Odin the final say, it meant that his brother might be right.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI do have children,\u201d Loki replied. \u201cFenrir, and Hel and even your own Sleipnir are my offspring.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Odin shook his head. \u201cOffspring, and only that. Creatures begat from trickery and magic that can fend for themselves and need no raising. You do not know, yet, what it is to be a father.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Such a statement, made by the all-father himself, carried much weight, even though Loki did not want to admit it, and it furrowed his brow for the better part of the morning.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Not wanting to see the gods, or Hreimdar claim the golden ring with his greedy fingers, Loki made himself scarce. He donned a light disguise, the thinnest film of magic, and wandered into the villages of the humans below.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He did not like to admit that he had spent some time mulling over what Odin had said. Hel was his daughter, there was no doubt of that. But what did that even mean? Did he ever visit her in Nilfheim where the spirits of the dead drifted like grey leaves on a mournful wind? Of course not. Because he was alive, he did not have a path to that lower realm, and if he did, he would not take it because he had no wish to die. Hel had walked that path, because she was not a being like him, she had never been a baby or a child, in a way she had never been alive, and he suspected she could never die. She was born as Hel, always and eternal, in a place that was the same as she was. He had no claim on her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He thought of Fenrir, that terrifying creature, that massive wolf with a hide of iron and teeth the height of a man. He had to admit feeling some pride, at first, when Fenrir was still in Asgard with them, when he was still a pup but had teeth the size of a man\u2019s arm.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But then Loki had seen the wildness in Fenrir\u2019s yellow eyes, had seen it before anyone else recognized the danger. Fenrir was feral, and vicious. Loki remembered the moment that Fenrir had snapped his teeth shut around Tyr\u2019s wrist, severing the bones and swallowing the hand whole. He knew Fenrir was predator, and they were all possible prey. It rankled, somewhat, to know that his offspring could have such power and that Loki had no control over it. He had tried, a few times, to reach that thing he supposed was a son. To see if it could be of any use, if there was any bond to be forged. There had not been.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And then there was Jormungandr. Loki thought of the scales the size of his hand slithering along the depths of the cold, dark ocean. The sound of prophecies whispered along with each sinuous movement. He did not dwell on that thought for long.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He set himself, resolutely, to wandering. To strolling through the fields, the piles of hay and the villages. He was soon soothed by the mundaneness of the people around him, it was mind-boggling how content they were with their little lives. It amused him to no end.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He entered the market, enjoying the chaos and bustle, the cons and deals being struck. Bits of worship and magic lifted in whisps above the crowds and fanned his power every time his name was invoked as a curse or a plea.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0He saw a woman there, she had a lean build, but not too lean. It wasn\u2019t even her build that drew his eye, but the way she moved. Even, and measured, like she was always very aware of how her presence affected the space she was in. As he watched, she smoothly put out a hand to catch an apple as it rolled off the cart in front of her. She neatly let it roll down her arm and popped it back up onto the cart with a flick of her elbow. Then she kept moving, as if nothing had happened. He wondered what sort of life had given her that degree of awareness?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The palm of his left hand itched and he curled it into a lose fist. He thought of that thin glowing line. There was almost nothing to link the event to that woman, nothing at all. But Loki, as the god of mischief, was a great manufacturer of coincidence, which is why he knew coincidences should neither be dismissed nor trusted.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He snagged the very apple she had rescued off the cart as it went past and took a bite as he walked towards her. She held up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun and looked up at him as he approached.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her mouth quirked up at the side in greeting and he found that he rather liked when it did that, even though he was seeing it for the first time.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that in your hand?\u201d she asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cA gift from a pretty lady,\u201d he said, taking another bite.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo, your other hand?\u201d she asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He slowed his chewing and swallowed. He lifted his left hand and she reached out to brush her fingers over it. Something about the gesture was familiar, as if she had done it before, as if it meant something to her to do it again. But he did not know this woman.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet he did not pull his hand away.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His focus narrowed to a point as he tried to place her. Non-descript clothing, long hair, no magic that he could sense but she also seemed hidden from him in some way.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her fingers traced the invisible shape of the glowing line he had seen on the palm of his hand, and she looked up at him with a question in her eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

In one swift move he pulled his hand away and dropped the apple, the fruit did not hit the ground before his dagger was drawn and pressed to her ribs.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat have you tried to do to me?\u201d he asked, ignoring the shocked cries of the people around him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt worked,\u201d she said, disbelief on her face.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

There were suddenly tears in her eyes and emotions were flitting across her face faster than he could read them. Happiness, disbelief, fear, cunning, her surprise was layered. But what damage had she wrought? Her face settled on realization, then determination.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re going to get out of this,\u201d she said to him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And for some reason, he felt the hope in her eyes blossom somewhere inside of him. They were going to get out of this, whatever it was, and it was something that he wanted. Something that was going to make his life better. He blinked, trying to order his thoughts. Was that something he was truly feeling, or was this something that she was making him feel.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLoki. Oh, gods I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She knew who he was, that was not surprising, but how his name sounded on her lips, that caught him off guard. It was familiar, and it pulled at something deep inside of him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then she leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips. He was startled, but not disappointed. Until he felt a warm gush of blood flow over his fist where it clenched the dagger. What had she done?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled back quickly, the dagger pulling out of the wound followed by a flush of blood. He caught her body as it fell backwards and laid it on the ground.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d he cried, \u201cI need help, I need a healer!\u201d he called.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He was balling up his vest and pressing it to the wound, knowing by the copious blood on the ground and over his arms that it was too late.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d he asked again, his hand leaving a smear of blood on her cheek as he pulled away and blood on his forehead as he racked a hand through his hair.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The crowd around him was growing noisy. <\/span>I should leave,<\/span><\/i> he thought, <\/span>flee far from here lest I get blamed for her death. Even Thor will be angry, he values these silly humans.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A heavy hand fell on his shoulder. He turned around with trepidation, but he did not see the hulking form of his nephew, but instead the greyish skin and heavy armour of some other race of beings. They held spears with long, wide points that curved ever so slightly.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this?\u201d Loki demanded, standing up and bringing his god-given superiority around him like a cloak.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI think she\u2019s already dead,\u201d one of the soldiers said.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDid he do it?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s twice in a row she gets out quick. Take him. Try and salvage her.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThey won\u2019t be happy. She\u2019s going to have to learn her lesson.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean twice in a row?\u201d Loki asked. He shook off the soldier\u2019s hand but another clamped down even heavier. Then something cold pierced through the skin between his shoulders and he cried out in pain. He felt his power and strength draining out of him through the wound. Then, in a flicker, they were gone from the street.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He fell hard on his knees onto a stone floor.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Bent from the cold pain below his neck, there was no magic that he could touch.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He gasped with the rawness the loss of power left him with.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He tried to get to his feet but realized that his hands were bound by a chain embedded into the stone floor.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He grasped the chain and pulled with all his might. Even without his full power he was still formidable, but the chain did not budge before the cold pain in his back exploded and stars and danced before his eyes as he collapsed on the floor.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He groaned and opened his eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Was that a tooth in the dirt and stone? Maybe he could use that. Wait, did he recognize that tooth? He was distracted by a groan.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A face swam into focus beyond the tooth, someone else was lying in here with him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She<\/span><\/i> was lying in here with him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes were drifting open and shut. Her eyes were dark blue, like the midnight sky scattered with stars.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He said, \u201cEldrunn,\u201d and her eyes opened to focus on him. Then they went unfocused and bleary again.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was dead,\u201d she croaked out.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, don\u2019t let it get you down,\u201d he said with his usual irritation, \u201cI have a feeling that\u2019s probably going to come around again.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She was trying to get up but only managed to roll over.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A voice filled the chamber, it had a strange, coruscated property to it, as if amplified and disguised by science or magic: \u201cYou have tried to escape the process, let the process begin.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Her eyes snapped open; her face was desperate as she tried to focus on him trying to convey something. Blood continued to pool beneath her, but he was finding it difficult to muster any pity for her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI suggest you start with her,\u201d he said to the voice. \u201cShe seems more ready to be processed. I\u2019ll wager she couldn\u2019t wait to get here for some processing,\u201d he said with mock joviality as he shuffled closer to her on his knees to bend over and peer at her face.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He was angry at this woman he had only just met, but he also felt a thread of concern for her well-being. He chided himself for turning as soft as his adopted siblings and family when it came to lesser beings. But as he studied her face that thread of concern turned into a snarl that snagged in his memories.\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you know my name?\u201d she asked in a whisper, \u201cI never told you.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou must have,\u201d he said, checking her bonds to see if they were any looser than his own. They were not.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She was on the verge of death. He didn\u2019t want to be here alone, but he also thought it might be easier to save himself if she died now. Less complicated.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI keep trying,\u201d she gasped out. \u201cYou never remember me. We can\u2019t ever escape.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His mind started racing, he thought of the glowing L shape on his hand. His first thought had been L for Loki, but it could have been the start of an E for Eldrunn. The way her half smile had pulled at his heart, that kiss right before she had foolishly \u2013or intentionally- impaled herself on his drawn dagger. The fleeting familiarity in this sudden confusion. It was a maddening puzzle; one he would have enjoyed turning about over a glass of fine mead.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But here, with pain gnawing through him, a woman dying at his knees and an unknown enemy in the stony darkness, all the pieces were spinning at top speed, alighting in and out of place. But, if he was being honest, this was better than all the fine glasses of mead; what were spices and honey compared to panic and imminent death?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre we locked in some sort of time loop?\u201d he asked, his eyes searching hers; they lit with confirmation right before she grimaced in pain.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u201cAcross time loop,\u201d she murmured between shallow breaths. \u201cYou and me, always but not the same.\u201d\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He pulled madly at the threads of every wild plot and story that he could, he tried to fit it to a pattern based on what he had seen, based on the fear in her eyes when she realized where they were.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo we always end up here?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She nodded; her eyes were drifting away from consciousness. <\/span>Here<\/span><\/i> was probably a place you wanted to avoid; how could they avoid it? <\/span>Aha.<\/span><\/i>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUnless we die first, that\u2019s why you tried to die?\u201d he asked.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t keep watching,\u201d she said, sounding very faint.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A final piece of the puzzle slid into place for him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you remember and I don\u2019t,\u201d he said, his eyes searching hers, trying to pry any sort of secret he could, anything that might serve to help him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He thought he caught the barest hint of confirmation before a scream ripped through her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d He cried out, lunging towards her.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

This was madness, it was all happening too quickly for him. If he had more time, more information, he could \u2013 her body went limp. He watched the life drain from her eyes; they were devoid of hope as they stared at the ceiling. All the stars in the midnight sky, gone out.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Loki felt something harden inside of him.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

His mind snapped through thoughts.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He was in some kind of prison. One whose walls he could not see until he was ready to die. And how did she fit in? And if he died every time, was he even real? Was any of it?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Reality, he knew, was a tricky thing. If you believed something, then it was more real to you than to someone else.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He looked at the prone form of Eldrunn bleeding and crooked on the floor.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Whose prison was this?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It was the last thought he had before pain exploded behind his eyes.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

It went on for a long time.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then all was darkness.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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