Tell me his name

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Annalise's whisper brushes against my ear, a soft plea that echoes with each step I take down the palace steps

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Annalise's whisper brushes against my ear, a soft plea that echoes with each step I take down the palace steps.

She calls my name, a melody that has become a constant since I took her away from my mother and Thor. But I don't answer. I can't. I know what she's going to say, I can hear it in the way she speaks my name—she's going to ask me to stop, to cease my determined strides toward the carriage and abandon my plan to whisk her away from Asgard.

But I can't stop. I need to make her safe, and Jotunheim, even with all its natural dangers, is the safest place she can be. My people already adore her, and they would lay down their lives to protect her.

"Loki..." she murmurs again, her voice a whisper of honey and innocence that pierces my heart. Yet it also deepens my rage. No longer does the innocence in her voice match the delicate features of her face, now marred by the cruel hand of violence.

It's impossible to look upon her and not feel guilty for the brutality she has endured. But I will make it right. I will shower her with so much love, with a lifetime of good memories, that the horrors of her past will be pushed out, forced into oblivion by the sheer force of our happiness. This is my solemn vow—my promise to Annalise for ever failing to protect her.

Reaching the carriage, I swing open the door, determined to take Annalise away. But as I set her feet on the ground, motioning for her to enter, she roots herself in place, looking up at me with a fraught expression.

"Please, Annalise. Get inside," I urge softly, trying to mask the desperation in my voice.

She frowns, her face full of remorse and understanding. She knows what I'm feeling—aware that I'm anxious, desperate to get her to safety. But still, she hesitates, her eyes searching mine, silently pleading with me to listen.

"Loki—" she begins again, more insistent this time, and I feel my anxiety spiral out of control.

"No!" I interject, my sharp tone laden with frustration and hinting at the turmoil churning inside me. But Annalise knows me too well; she sees through the harshness, understanding that it's my hurt, my anger, my remorse, and my regrets all mingling together, causing me to snap involuntarily.

She steps closer, bridging the small gap between us, and gently traces her fingertips across my lips. Instantly, I melt beneath her touch. Her simple gesture, more powerful than any potent magic, quells the storm brewing within me.

"I cannot go to Jotunheim, Loki," she says softly, her words unravelling the fleeting comfort I had found in her touch. "I have to stay in Asgard, at least for the time being."

Her words strike like a dagger, confirming what I already suspected. "But why?" I murmur.

"Leon."

Her single word feels like a heavy stone in my gut, twisting with further anguish. "Is Leon here?" I ask, struggling to conceal my dissatisfaction.

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