Laufeysdottir: Loki's Little Sister

Chapter 22

Catch-up

My father sighed and continued eating. I smirked in victory and Loki gave me a puzzled look. I let him into my mind, meaning he could understand what we were saying, and he suppressed a snicker.

I still need to teach him Jotunise (Jotun-ease).

Especially if he could be King of Jotunheim.

Present

After we ate, Frigga announced that she needs help planning the Yule Ball. I offered my assistance, and she nodded her head with a smile.

Loki and father said that they could watch the younglings and ensure that they get into no trouble. I knew they simply wanted a reason to talk without it being or feeling awkward, but I decided to not comment on it.

Of course, Wanda and Pietro did not know what Yule was, but Loki explained that it was Christmas without the man named 'Nicholas'. We still give and recieve gifts from people, but Yule is simply about spending time with the ones you love and care about.

So that is how Frigga and I spent the day bonding and planning for the ball. It got to midday, and we both got dragged by Loki and Thor to the dining room for lunch.

It was a meat that looked and tasted alot like chicken, from Midgard.

"How is the planning going?" Father asked.

"She's trying to teach me embroidery." I replied.

"Trying." Frigga emphasised with a sigh.

"We don't have fancy handmade pictures back home. Nor do we have the need to wear fancy clothing, that is simply for important events." I defended myself.

"It is true. There are not many who wear delicate clothing on Jotunheim. You are lucky if you find people wearing anything at all in some places." My father eyed me.

"That was one time! And I was only eleven!" He was talking about the time I roamed the palace halls in nothing but my undergarments. We had an unexpected wave of heat that week, and, being at the young age I was, I hadn't experienced such a temperature. It was like a warm summer in Manhattan.

"Besides, I was in the castle, in the family wing. Only you, mother, and I resided there." I once again defended myself.

When I used to mention my mother, my father's entire demeanour used to change. His shoulder would slump and he would be haunted by her death. Now, he spaced out, looking over his memories of her fondly.

I smiled at how far he has come since then.

"And Evelyn never thought to teach you how to sew?" Frigga questioned.

"She never needed to. She also never got the chance. She died four-hundred and fifty years ago. I was five-hundred and seventy-three." That was still fairly young. Around seventeen in Midgardian terms.

My mother's death still weighed heavy on Frigga's shoulders. She likely did not know until she discovered I was her neice, and Loki her nephew.

..........

Night soon fell, and my twins were fast asleep. I, however, found myself restless.

I stepped out of the bed and into the palace hallway. Frigga had me on the family wing, and I could vaguely recognise a child's cry. I walked towards the sound, and found that it came from Loki's chambers.

I opened his door, knowing that his shields were up and he would know I was there. He was pacing the living room floor with Vali in his arms. She was crying. From what, I am unsure.

"What is wrong with her?" I questioned as I walked towards them, motherly instincts taking over.

"I do not know. She just won't sleep." He was clearly tired, and must not be used to parenting on his own.

"Here. I will look after her. You need sleep." I said to him.

He was reluctant to let her go, despite that I had sacrificed apart of myself to bring both of them back. "Thank you." He truly meant it. Loki tiredly walked to his bedroomand the door shut behind him.

I started singing a lullaby my mother would sing to me as a young child.

As the lullaby came to an end, Vali's small frame was slumped on my chest, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Sleep, liten en." I whispered as I walked towards where I assume her shared room was and lay her down in her bed.

I quietly shut the door behind me and saw that Loki was standing in the doorway to his bedroom. "She has never fell into a slumber that quickly." He smiled. "Where did you learn that song?"

"Mother used to sing it to me as a child. I often had night-terrors, and I feared sleeping, because I knew I would get them again. She would occasionally sacrifice her own sleep to stay awake and keep my bad dreams away." I smiled fondly at the memory.

"What were the night-terrors about?" He quizzed.

"They turned out to be prophetic dreams. They were about her death. As any child, I was terrified of seeing her die. It pains me to know that I could have done something to stop her death, it haunts my conscious knowing that if I had spoken up, she could have still been here." I confessed.

I had never told anyone about it. Not even my father. It was a burden would have carried to my grave and into the gates of Valhalla.

"'Tis not your fault, Lola. You did not know until 'twas too late." He said as he pushed himself off of the door frame he was leaning on and walked towards me.

"I might not have known, but that doesn't change the fact that it is true." I sat down on the sofa as tears threatened to spill.

"She wouldn't want you to think like that, and you know it." He said as he sat next to me.

"When I was unconscious, I saw her. It only felt like a few hours. She said she is proud of you. She may not have been given the chance to get to know you, but she is proud of who you are today." Loki smiled at my words.

"You should get some sleep. It is late, and I fear Thor may ensure we awake early in the morn. Goodnight, Lola."

"Goodnight." I smiled and walked back to my temporary chambers, where I swiftly fell asleep.

An- Finally got it done. I'm sorry it has took so long,  I have been having tons of problems with Wattpad and accessing my stories. It's here now, tell me what you think of their little bonding moment? Don't forget to vote and comment your opinions, I love reading them.

Till next time,

Xo
   -Kat