|Enchanted| A Loki x Reader story

Chapter Three

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"Okay," you let out a small exhale. "I'm gonna do it. I'm finally gonna do it, Xena," Leaning onto your bed and reaching under the pillow, you grab your sketchbook, flipping the pages until you land on the one you stare at constantly, of the annual, enchanted show in the sky, the one that always appears on the night of your birthday. "I'm gonna ask her."

No sooner as the words leave your lips, you hear the voice of your mother outside, calling out to you.

"(Y/n)! Unlock the doors!"

"Good luck," your pet snake wishes you as she hides herself away, leaving you to attend to your mother.

You rush down the stairs and make your way towards the door of the tower, flicking your wrist so that all the locks on the door unlock themselves simultaneously without you needing to touch them.

The door had 17 locks in total, much to your disapproval. One for each year you were born. Every time your mother brought home a new lock, you'd always ask her why, and to this day, she's never given you an answer.

You'd concluded that maybe it was her idea of a creative way to keep up with the years of your life, and she'd never alluded to otherwise, unless you were just being naive.

You swing the door open, revealing your mother, her wavy dark hair peeking out from one of her many variations of cloaks.

Your hand reaches down into the open air, illuminating purple wisps forming from your fingertips, elongating and intertwining with one another to create a rope that reaches down to her, to which she grabs ahold of, signaling for you to pull her up.

Once you haul her up, Valentina removes the hood from her head, sitting her basket to the side and pulling her gloves off her hands.

"Mom," you said. "You're back!"

"Oh, sweetheart, your powers are improving every single day without fail!" she says, pulling you in for a hug. "How do you do it?"

"Well- It's really nothing," you murmurs, shrugging when she lets go with an exasperated groan.

"Tell me, do you know how exhausting it is to wander around the crowds of the market this time of year."

Your lips form into a thin line. "No, because I've never actually...been...out there."

"Oh." She pauses for a second before brushing off the words "Well, no matter. You aren't missing out on anything."

"Actually, Mom, there's something I wanna ask you about-"

"Would you come here for a second?" the woman cuts you off, beckoning you towards her. You want to speak up, to get to your objective, but you stall regardless and obey.

"Look in the mirror sweetheart. What do you see?"

You direct your gaze into the mirror, staring at both your reflection and hers.

"...Us?"

"Hm, not exactly," she drawls. "I mean, yes, obviously, we're both standing here in front of it, but do you want to know what I see?" She takes your silence as curiosity. "I see a gifted child, one who has a potential for greatness."

Her compliment makes a small smile form on your lips, but you know there's probably some sort of catch to it.

"But...despite all of her potential, her ability to learn new things without fail or difficulty, you still haven't managed to learn the most important thing yet."

Your smile falters. "Are you talking about that harnessing spell?"

You don't need words to know that it's exactly what she's talking about.