[THOR] You Breathe Infinity into My World, Thor/Loki, part 2b
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“Love is supposed to make one content. If I am in love, I want to be with that person for eternity.”
Indubitably, it is foolish and naïve, though Loki is uncertain if that refers to Thor or himself; perhaps both of them.
He has not seen his brothers since his arrival home, so Loki is mostly occupied with the matters of the estate that have been disregarded in his absence. Nevertheless, it is a welcome distraction for him. Loki had never appreciated the tedious chore until now, so most days find Loki all by himself, looking very much at ease in his own solitude.
Loki dearly loves his brothers but they are no companion for him, even if they were to be present at this time and intent to entertain him. They could never bond with him in the way of amusing conversation and honest playfulness that only Thor could. This also justified the turning away of undesirable company that Loki discovered from others who visited him, such as the priest from the town -who merely wished to offer his condolence over the broken engagement- and Mr. and Mrs. Winchester who resided not far from the estate and had dropped by to ask after his well-being. They did it because they care, but these people are simply not Thor and he wants only Thor’s companionship over all others.
He no longer resents this desire for Thor, but accepts it as he carries on devoting all his powers to amuse himself, mentally and physically. He swore to himself to let go, but it was no more than a week since his return to his hometown that Loki receives an unexpected letter. Hogun hands him a miniature salver with a pile of telegrams and letters that, by the look of them, Loki can already perceive as business affairs. But on top of the stack there is a pale cream paper that looks as if it has aged gracefully. There is the mark of the crown embellished on the seal and Loki’s heart stutters.
And this certainly-not-charming letter proves how foolishly in love Loki is, because all thoughts of walking out on Thor wither, and they are replaced with throbbing hope. However, he also feels severe displeasure at how callously detached the letter is. Thor speaks of himself yet reveals nothing, nor does he express anything in regards to Loki’s broken engagement.
My dearest Loki,
The rain cannot stop falling here, but I feel closer to the sound of thunder and the flashes of lightning that paint the grey sky like an enchanted mural. Mother told me that I was born during a violent storm; perhaps that’s the reason I have such a strange affinity with thunder and lightning.
Wish you were here.
Yours truly, T.
Loki continues to glare at the words, but cannot entirely bring himself to abhor the contents of the letter because Thor softens his aloofness with his statement; wish you were here. It is the only declaration that Thor is still thinking of him. Hogun stands a distance away from him, but stealing a glance at his valet’s features, Loki knows that Hogun is curiously bemused. He had probably thought that receiving a letter from Thor would make Loki happy, but instead his valet witnesses a rather opposite reaction. Loki is utterly relieved that Byleistr and Helblindi are still away attending their family businesses and shall be back in a fortnight, because he has no idea what he would have told them if they had seen the seal.
Which royalty has their brother liaised with recently? Such thoughts would definitely come across their minds.
“Next time there is a letter from him, hand it to me without my brothers around as it is now,” he informs Hogun. Loki cannot comprehend why he considers there is a next time because this may be the first and last letter he’ll ever receive from Thor.
“I’ve already taken note of that, Your Grace. I must take my leave to refill the papers in the letter-room.”
Loki scowls when he hears that, because truthfully he does not have any intention to reply to Thor. However, he reasons that his valet may not be suggesting he write a response to the Prince, but simply informing Loki of his duty that requires him to take his leave immediately.
He listens to Hogun’s footsteps grow fainter before he releases the letter and watches it drops swiftly to the table. His eyes linger on it, and he decides that yes, it is foolish and naïve; but was Thor naïve for sending the letter, or was Loki foolish for daring to hope?
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All the trees have shed their leaves, baring nothing to such a remorseful season as the chillingly crisp of autumn turns freezing as days goes by. The storms have become a common occurrence and showers of lightning and the roaring of thunder constantly remind Loki of the letter that he keeps inside a bronze chest. He hides it in one of the drawers in his private reading-room and sometimes Loki likes to pretend that he keeps a part of Thor there.
Byleistr arrives two days earlier than the date that he had informed Loki. He is a little surprised to see his little brother in the morning, occupying himself with the food on the buffet table. He fills his plate with toast sandwiches, scramble eggs, mini cod pies and fried herrings. Loki rolls his eyes at the lack of vegetables and fruit on his plate as Byleistr had never been fond of them. When his little brother finally reaches the end of the table, he stares quizzically at a platter of creamed apricot tarts.
“Pray tell what had happened to Hymir and who is this new cook? Why on earth does he think to serve us these? Is he aware of our non-existent interest in a sweet course?”
“Hymir still cooks for us and I eat those tarts,” Loki replies easily.
At first, Loki was a bit perturbed with himself when on his third day back in his manor, he suddenly craved the oozing saccharine of desserts that had almost become a major part of his diet during his stay in Downton. He had reminisced of the sweet treats that Volstagg had baked for the Prince. Thor, who was unfailingly thoughtful and charming, had insisted that every sweet course that belonged to him must be shared with Loki. He, of course, concurred to Thor’s demand. He remembered the graceful manner in which Thor devoured his tarts; the cream that marred the edge of his lips and pink tongue that would flick swiftly to lick it away, the small bites that he took, not even a single tasty crumb wasted, and the blissful look that adorned his handsome feature.
Loki pondered if Thor saw Heaven every time he ate something sweet.
He then contemplated if Thor tasted like paradise?
So he told Hymir to bake a lemon meringue pie and Loki almost wanted to weep at the luscious filling and the crispy crust, his tongue ruptured with incessant sweet and sourness. Then it left his mouth with the after-taste of bittersweet that led him to desire a different kind of taste that only Thor could provide.
But he cannot have the real one, so eating desserts becomes the most fitting substitute that Loki intends to indulge on.
Byleistr averts his gaze from the tarts to his brother and Loki feels slight discomfort under those piercing eyes. He snorts. “What has Downton done to you, dear brother?”
If only Byleistr knew of the lovely summer that had ended poignantly. Downton had robbed Loki of everything; and in the end it is he that is left to pick up the pieces as he continues to try and stay afloat, not wanting to drown in the sorrow of unrequited love. Instead of granting Byleistr with a response, Loki ignores him and fills his plate with some food and another plate with five tarts.
“I hope you can provide me a better reason. The statement in your telegram that you are not worthy enough for Lady Sigyn was not satisfactory.”
“What do you wish to hear, Byleistr? That I am not in love with her?”
“What a pity if that is the main reason. Nonetheless, I shan’t reproach you. It is your life though I still wish you would have just married her. She was perfect for you.”
“Too perfect for me. I cannot blame you if Helblindi and yourself are awfully cross with me at the moment. The purpose of the marriage had been to acquire her dowry after all.”
“Ah, regarding our finances, I shall discuss such matter with you when Helblindi returns.”
After they finish with their breakfast, the rest of the morning is spent in the sitting-room as Byleistr updates Loki on the news during his absence, such as their flamboyant Uncle Thrym who is currently courting the widow Duchess of Vanir, Lady Freyja. Her two daughters, Hnoss and Gersemi, eleven and nine respectively, have been forcing him to buy dolls and dresses for them, and because he wishes to be in Lady Freyja’s good graces, he spends a huge amount of money on just the little girls.
Byleistr laughs mirthfully. “They even insisted on ten ponies for their birthday!”
“What will the girls do with ten ponies? Poor Uncle Thrym.”
“Love is blind. That happens when you are so in love that you will do anything.”
Loki contemplates if his love for Thor is blind, that it knows no boundary. For now he shall merely hope for his love to be reciprocated. He excuses himself after that, and as soon as he leaves the room Hogun approaches him with a letter in hand. Loki glances at the familiar crown seal and his heart stumbles anxiously and a strange feeling of excitement takes over. For many days and nights, Loki has secretly wished for Thor to send him another letter; he could be aloof or even be angry with Loki for not replying his first, anything just as long as he wrote something to him.
He takes the letter with him into his private reading-room and makes himself comfortable on the sofa, removes the seal and let his eyes examine every elegant stroke of g and y before he starts reading its contents.
My sweet Loki,
I found a hundred year old Sauternes in the wine cellar. Did you know that it goes well with mascarpone cream tart? The palace seems like a prison to me and only the thought of you make me go through another day without drowning myself in alcohol. I apologize that I sound hopelessly miserable. How pathetic you must think of me now. I blame it entirely on this wretched season,.. everything dies and it makes me feels like I am losing something in my life.
I hope you have not eluded yourself from me. You are too precious. I sorely miss your clever conversation and I wish that I could hear your voice one more time, even if it means that I have to hear you telling me what a bloody dolt I am currently being.
Your dearest one, T.
Loki rereads the letter several times, making sure that he is not missing anything whilst counting and memorizing word for word as he traced Thor’s surprisingly neat handwriting with his eyes. Loki pulls out the bronze chest from the drawer and takes out the first letter that Thor wrote to him almost two weeks ago. As he clutches the two letters in his hand, Loki makes up his mind and brings himself to the letter-room.
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Loki and Byleistr are having tea as they discuss their family businesses when Helblindi appears unexpectedly into the room and throws his fist at Loki’s jaw. Enraged at such uncouth behaviour, Loki punches Helblindi in the face and it connects painfully with his nose. Loki feels something break and he winces over his sore fist.
Helblindi groans, he holds his nose with his hand as blood spills onto the carpet. Byleistr immediately wraps his arms tightly around his little brother who is still trying to aim another punch at Loki.
“Helblindi, stop it!”
“How could you be so callously wicked and do that to Sigyn? I could have married her. I could have made her happy.”
“Because you love her? Because you could have her dowry?”
“We are poor!” He screams at Loki.
“Oh for God’s sake, we are not poor!” Byleistr shouts at Helblindi. Then he stares at the blood for a moment and grimaces at the sight.
“I shall explain further, but first we must get the doctor here to fix your nose. There is just too much blood.”
When the doctor has done patching up Helblindi and left the three brothers in the room, Byleistr immediately informs them of their current financial situation which turns out to be good news to the brothers. Byleistr explains that after selling some of their businesses, their assets increased and they could now concentrate on helping their remaining businesses flourish. They will not run out of money for a decade or so, as long as they curb their spending by twenty thousand, the average amount of their spending for the estates per annul.
Loki lets the information sink in as he considers the course of action they should take. “If we must attain to that figure, we cannot maintain the livestock. They should be put up for sale and perhaps we can keep a few hounds and horses for ourselves.”
“Some of the servants must be sacked, dear brother. Especially the old one. Still, you are the master of this house so you have the final word.” Byleistr tells him.
He excuses himself and only Loki stays in the room with Helblindi who looks tired, as if he had been through a hellish week. Loki touches his throbbing jaw and feels the swell that starts to form there. He reminds himself to ask for ice from Hogun later.
“I apologize for attacking you, brother. I was very frustrated when I received your telegram. I wrote to Sigyn, demanding an explanation from her. I had gotten a response from Sif, stating plainly that you will never make her sister happy. So as soon as I arrived home I had rushed to the drawing-room when I heard your voice. I was already in a livid state, thinking that our only source of salvation has slipped away.”
“You told me you could have married her. You accused me of being callously wicked but aren’t you far more iniquitous because despite not being in love with her, you just wanted her for her dowry.”
“Wasn’t that the intention when you proposed to her?”
“Yes, but I was attracted to her. I did not love her though.”
“What causes you to have this change of heart?”
Thor. His name is at the tip of Loki’s tongue but he holds back. He simply utters, “Sigyn, too, would never make me happy.”
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My darling Loki,
I miss you so much. I miss the summer that we had together. Remember that time when we had our picnic in the garden and I pulled you so close to me that you accidentally fell onto my lap? I remember the smell of your hair, so very lovely like sweet lavender with a subtle hint of morning mist.
I miss kissing you in the morning (especially when I kissed your rather adorable nose). I miss the feeling of warmth that lingered on my lips and watching the slight flush that adorned your beautiful fair skin. Sometimes you have this strange whiff of winter, did you know that? I guess I shall miss you even more when winter rolls in. I imagine that if we are to live together, we shall live in a house that has a big garden, you would plant roses, daisies, orchids, and I would help you maintain them, (We don’t need our own gardener. I do not trust them to nurture your flowers) and a big fountain where we would watch the fish swim. I shall add some lily pads and the fish will be grateful that we are making their home beautiful too. There shall be a pool so I can swim when the heat is overbearing during summer. You could join me. I would love it if you did. The house shall have libraries because I know that you would die of boredom without a book to read, just like I would die without eating any of my sweet treats.
Perhaps I shall steal Volstagg from Downton and let him work for us. He could fill your stomach with your insatiable taste for pickled seafood and he could bake me cheesecakes and tarts.
I truly and utterly miss you.
With love, T.
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Loki!
I can hardly bear it. I feel so ill, so tired and cold and even the sight of my favourite sweet treats induces queasiness. I’ve been losing my appetite since I began to suffer from this damn fever. I hate being me at the moment. I just wish that I could be something else, perhaps a bird and fly far, far away from here. I shall fly to you and you’ll chase away this atrocious ailment and bring me back to health.
Mother tells me that I should stop drinking. I think she is right. I want to be better and I want to do this for you so that the next time you see me, you shan’t see the drunkard oaf that you knew. Balder speaks of someone who consumed too much alcohol that his liver stops functioning thus, the alcohol enters his bloodstream and it turns poisonous. He died. I believed Balder’s story, and I do not wish to die (killed by my own doing when I can refrain it from happening to myself) because I know it will bring grief to you. I am sorry for this dreadful account for my part. This sickness makes me feel rather miserable.
It must be painful for you and your brothers to sack some of the old servants especially those that had served you well. You have a good judgement, Loki. I have faith in you that with every decision you make, it comes with a good reason.
Do not be me. Stay well and healthy.
T.
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My beautiful Loki,
I dreamt of you. You were smiling sincerely and laughing blithely and the glaring sun hid behind you and created some kind of an ethereal radiance all around you. This image of you is utterly divine. I woke up with the desire of wanting to see your captivating eyes and listen to your gentle voice (I miss you reading a bed time story to me). This distance between us sometimes brings an ache to my heart.
Send my regards to Hogun.
Yours and only yours, T.
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The first month of winter arrives. Everybody prefers to stay in and avoid the chilling frost. No visitors drop in on them and neither do the three brothers go out to meet others. When there are matters that are necessary for the Duke or any of the brothers’ presence, they normally send in their lawyer to settle the issue for them.
Except today Loki has to go out to town because Hogun informs him that apparently Egil, one of their stock suppliers, has been quite displeased with the payment and insisted that the Duke should meet him and settle the deal. Hogun adds on that there would be no pickled herrings for Loki as the goods would not be released should he not drop by to settle the matter.
“Is it really necessary for this bastard to see me? You could send one of our male staff who rarely goes to town and pretend he is me.”
“The employees that rarely went to town were the old staff that have left.”
Loki cringes, still sore at the awkward affair when he had to sack half of the house staff which consisted of the elderly servants. Fortunately, they had seemed to be aware of the issue and instead of Loki deciding for them, they had offered to resign. Loki respected their decision and had been very much obliged with their service that he had granted them a retirement fund. Helblindi refuted at first, but after an argument with Byleistr and being assured that their finances would not be affected, his hot-headed little brother had finally consented.
He heaves a sigh and hopes that he does not have to stay in town longer. He loves winter; truly, it is his most favourite season whilst summer comes second in the list. Winter always evokes a feeling of peace and calmness and their beauty is undeniably the purest and most entrancing. But sometimes the coldness is so severe that Loki desires nothing but to be wrapped in thick wool blanket, a cup of hot chocolate in his hands and to sit next to the fireplace. He does that sometimes and Byleistr and Helblindi will join him and the three brothers will muse over their childhood. When their conversation strays to their summer youth, Loki will be lost in reverie of Thor. His golden Prince is the epitome of every divine summer so thus memories of Loki’s sunny youth have long been obscured.
Hogun readies his winter coat and gloves and the motor-car is already waiting for them outside. After the ten minutes trip to the town, with the snowy scenery that accompanies his journey, they finally reach the shop. He does not recognize the place and that is because it is never his duty to acquire the supply as he simply purchases them through mail and they will come to the manor with the goods.
Loki walks into the shop and is suddenly quite perplexed when he finds himself to be in a rather cosy-looking restaurant. The wallpaper of yellow flowers and the delicate chandeliers create an ambience of inconspicuous delicateness and elegance. There are about ten tables around the place. A lone female server stands at the corner of the room, preparing silverwares and seems to not be aware of Loki’s presence at all. There is no one else in there except them until he feels a presence right behind him. A whiff of something from a distant memory, of wild cherry and sweet blossoms, and this causes his chest to swell. Only one person has this distinctive scent. Loki turns around and looks right into deep blue eyes.
“Hullo, Loki. Did you miss me?”
Momentarily, Loki lost the ability to be coherent because he simply stares at the other man as his heart heave with so many emotions. “Thor,” he finally utters the name that he has not spoken for almost three months.
Thor plants a kiss on the side of his face and Loki’s cheeks blooms into redness as heat emerges in the pit of his stomach.
Thor is here with him. In this charming little restaurant with a server-
Loki freezes and glances at the corner of the room to see no one there anymore.
“Roskva will serve us in a moment. She went to the kitchen.”
Loki enquires him, “Do you know her?”
“Roskva’s brother, Tjalfi, is my personal groom in the palace. He comes here with me. Egil is their father who is also the owner of this new quaint restaurant. I found out from Tjalfi that his father is a supplier to a Duke who has an odd craving for pickled seafood. By Jove, it is you! I started planning and wrote a letter to Hogun so that he could aid me in setting up this lovely luncheon for us.”
The sound of an open door makes them both turn their head to the noise and they watch as Hogun steps in. Loki notices Hogun changes the sign to ‘Closed’ in the glass window nearby before he turns to look at them. He looks stoic as always but they can see the slight quirk on his lips.
“Your Highness,” he bows to Thor.
“Ah, Hogun! My good lad! I owe you my gratitude.”
Hogun takes Loki and Thor’s winter coats, shoving their gloves into the pockets, and hangs them at the coat stand.
“I’ll be in the kitchen if His Highness and His Grace require my presence.”
When Hogun disappears into the back of the restaurant, Thor turns back his attention to Loki and grins brightly, “You have not answer my question yet. Did you miss me? Never once did you express it clearly in your letter, Loki. I am wondering if you were too occupied that you barely thought of me. But that is impossible or else I would not have received a single response from you.”
“Of course I missed you, you dolt! Did I not express it in my three to five page letter accounting my day-to-day muse, even when I did not blatantly state it? Unlike you, who sent a single paged letter, and the most that you have written to me was three hundred and twenty words!”
Loki is a little taken aback by himself when he accidentally reveals his deed that is meant to be kept a secret as long as he lives. All letters from Thor; he ingrained every word into his head, kept them close to his heart so that he could recite them completely, could remember the curl and stroke of Thor’s handwriting so fastidiously that he could easily picture them, could tell you how many words Thor had written in each letter so he could tally the word count for all the letters; eight hundred and fifty-eight words. He glowers at Thor as if daring the other man to tease him.
Instead, he receives quite the opposite reaction when Thor merely exclaims, “Three hundred and twenty words? Have I written that little? I am so very sorry. I swear that after today I will write to you more than that which you have written to me. And I apologize that I accused you of not missing me at all. I’m being silly as always. I just want to hear you say it to me plainly that you missed me.” He smiles charmingly at Loki. Just like that, Loki is quick to forgive him, but that is after all part of Thor’s charm and Loki’s relentless love for him.
Roskva steps out from the kitchen and it is their cue for them to take their seat.
He informs Loki that Odin is expecting his presence in the palace before nightfall. It is unfortunate that winter also means that it has the shortest days so their luncheon could only last an hour. The train ride back will take another two hours and by then twilight takes over and the freezing temperature will drop to subzero.
Loki listens attentively to everything that Thor speaks of as he observes the absence of intoxication that used to be part of Thor. Even now he takes plain warm water with his curried lobster. Has he stopped drinking for good? As if reading his mind, Thor immediately tells Loki that he has been sober for a month. “I only take a glass of wine once a day. I must go through withdrawal slowly. Mother helps me a lot and I do not wish to disappoint her. I felt bad that all this time I’ve been thinking that Balder has taken Mother away from me. But it was actually me who had been rejecting them as I had only desired to seek solace in alcohol. I stopped doing that and I am mending my relationship with them.”
“I’m proud of you.”
“I’m doing this for you too. You already know that. I detest myself every time I see that you’re unhappy for my misery. If I did not meet you in Downton, I guess I would have drunk myself to death. I told Mother about you. She would love to meet you one day. And Balder...” Thor chuckles before he continues, “Balder wishes that you were a maiden so that I could marry you, considering that you inspire me to be better.”
Loki blushes. He is quite relieved that he has not taken a bite on his fillet salmon or he might choke on his food. He refrains himself from saying anything as he concentrates in cutting his salmon and dipping the slice into the Ravigotte sauce.
“Perhaps you could dress up as a damsel when you meet-”
Loki scowls as he flicks the white sauce at Thor’s face. The Prince laughs merrily despite receiving another spatter of sauce on him.
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“The winter here is pretty dreadful!” Thor rubs both his hands, shivering at the coldness when they step out from the restaurant. There is no one that they can see wandering around the town. Loki thinks of warm hot chocolate and the fireplace back in the manor, but when his eyes lands on Thor, he immediately discards such thoughts because warmth means nothing if he cannot be with Thor long enough. He is not pleased that their time together is coming to an end and Loki is already starting to miss him even though Thor is right in front of him.
“Let’s walk to the train station.”
“I do not think that is wise, Thor. We need to catch up with the train or we’ll miss it,” Tjalfi tells him when he approaches them. Loki wonders if every servant in the palace refers to Thor by name or if he is just close to the Prince. He squashes the sudden feeling of envy when he thinks of the constant companionship between Thor and Tjalfi.
“You and Hogun ride the motor-car to the train station. Loki and I shall meet you there. It’s not that far. I simply want to spend more time with Loki before I leave.”
Loki instantly warms at his words, and when the motor-car heads off to the station he feels the other’s hand reach for his. The fluttering in his stomach intensifies when Thor threads their fingers together and he pulls Loki close to him as they trudge through the snow. It has started snowing slightly but both of them walk unhurriedly in silence and relish each other’s company. Loki hopes this shall not be their last time together and that Thor will visit him again in future. That time, Loki will definitely bring Thor to the manor and introduces him to Byleistr and Helblindi. He is certain that Byleistr will be fond of Thor but he is unsure if Helblindi could easily accept Thor’s unconventional manner.
“If you come to visit here again, I would like you to have dinner with my brothers and stay for the night. You must meet them, Thor. I shall tell my Head Cook, Hymir, who is as good as Volstagg, to prepare delicious sweet treats for you. Oh, I would definitely invite Uncle Thrym.”
“I would be delighted! Perhaps in the mid-spring, if you don’t mind. I still have obligations before Father will release me from my duty.”
“That will give me ample time to prepare. Besides, I still need to tell my brothers regarding you.”
“Make sure to mention only the good stuff.”
They smile at each other, and after a while Thor lets go of his hand and jogs further ahead of him before he stops, grabs a fistful of snow from the ground and hurls it swiftly at Loki.
He yelps when it hits him right at his face. “Thor, you bastard!”
Thor sniggers impishly but flees when Loki runs after him with a snowball in hand.
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They manage to arrive at the train station on time. Loki sees the motor-car nearby with Hogun in the driver’s seat as he waits for him. Tjalfi is standing in front of the way in to the first-class carriage. The signalman blows his whistle and shouts, “Departing in five minutes!”
There are a few people in the station and all of them rushes into the second and third-class carriages. Thor gives a sign to Tjalfi to get in the carriage first. The platform is immediately vacant except for the two of them. Suddenly their separation seems so heartfelt that he could feel the forlornness threatening to crush him. Loki does not want their parting to be in a sad manner. The memory of their separation in Downton comes back to haunt him and his heart grips painfully.
He wants Thor to know of his incandescent infatuation with him before he leaves. He wants Thor to be devoted ardently to him, to forever adore him, to genuinely love him as more than simply a friend.
Thor interrupts his train of thought, “My dear, do not look so bereft at my departure. It pains me to leave you like this, just like it was heartbreaking for me when I left you in Downton.”
“You always express your adulation for me but to what extent? How I feel for you, Thor... I have a name for it. But do you feel the same as I do? Will you enlighten me to how exactly you feel for me?”
A laughter that sounds forced but with a touch of sorrow escapes Thor. “When you were Sigyn’s fiancé, it troubled me that I was so dearly attached to you. The day that I left, I have never felt so conflicted in my life because I knew that I had to leave you. You were never mine to begin with and you would have been married to Sigyn soon. Then I heard from Father of what had happened with the engagement.”
Thor stares right into his eyes, leaning closer to him as his voice drops, the tone gentle and loving. “Is it not obvious to you, Loki? The words that I imply in my letters and the risk I take to see you today, aren’t these apparent enough how I feel for you? I am completely and utterly in love with you.”
His heart stutters with emotion, of sheer exhilaration that he has never felt before. He falls for Thor again, deep like the ocean and then feels himself rises to high Heaven as he takes in the undeniable love and passion in Thor’s eyes.
The whistle of the train stirs Loki back to reality and realises that Thor has to leave but he is still standing there, waiting for a response from Loki. The thick white smoke emits from the chimney of the train and fills the place, blanketing them in layers of mist and whiteness. They cannot see anything and could only distinguish each other’s silhouette and Loki immediately knows what he must do before it is too late. Loki reaches out for him, draws Thor’s face to his and presses their lips together.
For a moment, they stay that way; Thor’s lips feel so absolutely and genuinely precious on his. And when he pulls away, the smoke has slowly mitigated and they can both finally see each other’s face. There is an endearing blush over Thor’s handsome face with a beautiful grin adorning his lips.
“I love you too. Now go before you miss the train.”
Thor straight away breaks into laughter and runs into the carriage as soon as the train starts to move. He remains in the doorway of the carriage, grinning like an idiot as he waves ecstatically at Loki. “I’ll come back! I promise!” He shouts.
Loki watches him go. Despite the coldness that starts to seep into his bones, he stands there for many minutes; his gaze follows the train that is taking his love away from him. He looks on until the train slowly disappears from his sight.
Tbc
Note: The kissing in the train station obscure in white smoke was shamelessly stolen from a movie that I adored, Miss Potter.
Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has been reading and leaving comments. I’m starting to wonder if I will ever end this story. I would like to thank my wonderful beta, silverlynxcat for being patient with me and making this story impeccably flawless. I love you, sweetie. Your lovely notes and flailing throughout this story never fail to amuse me. Oh yes, Thunder+Lightning = Thor/Loki <3
I like to thank my friend, serluvia for feeding me with Thor/Loki doujins and listened to my whining when I went apeshit that one time. And I know you have been waiting to read this chapter like forever so thank you for your patience too.