Loki smirks and his eyes glow green. “I’m sure he’ll enjoy his meal. The All Father should be delicious.”
Wiping my eyes, I stand up. I may not physically be a goddess now, but my memories give me the big picture. I cannot ask him to leave me alone with my thoughts just to run to him when things get hard. I love him but the end of our marriage on Asgard was wrapped in so much pain.
Can I move forward and realign by brain and my body?
The baby moves inside of me as if trying to answer my question. If it’s anything like Loki, it’s talking shit. I find the energy to smile at the thought. The night air is cool as I walk home, and the wind alleviates some of the panic I started to feel. Ignoring the people, I focus on the soft lights of the buildings and the scents of the restaurants I pass. One shawarma, hot dog, and gyro later. I return home full and ready to think about the next steps.
So much is different between Asgard and here. People all aroundjust try to make it through the day with shelter and something to eat. While they have their own set of chaos, they aren’t a bunch of bored god and goddesses with nothing better to do than drink and start shit with each other. Loki seems to have acclimated without trying for world domination like he did in the movies.
The movies!
Turning on the television, I decide to watch them with the knowledge I have now. Okay, I can see why Loki had an attitude the first time. I’ll give him this, the movie version is far more loved than the real one. If I push aside everything that pisses me off, they did a good job with the transition until making everyone lovable. I fast forward until Ragnarök. It’s actually satisfying to watch it all fall apart.
