The Call [Loki x Siren Fanfiction]

Chapter 27

Serendipity POV 

“Do you really think we can make this work?” I ask Loki for the millionth time, nervously braiding my hair. I really want it to work… but I just don’t know if it’s possible. I am a guardian first and foremost. Everything else has to come second. Even Loki. If this is going to work, he and Fury are going to have to let me come and go as I need. 

Exasperated, Loki doesn’t even glance up from his book. 

“I do, and so do you, no matter how much you doubt yourself, darling,” I nod, he’s probably right. Standing up to pace around his room again, I see a scale float out from my pant leg. Frowning, I pull it up and inspect my scales underneath. Since the ocean called to me once more, my skin is being replaced very quickly with scales. It’s turning into a sort of second skin, and it covers most of my body now. When it’s just me or Loki, I tend to skip a shirt. It feels restricting and I end up slicing it to bits, but it’s fine because my scales reach up to my collarbone now. 

Walking up to Loki, I rest my chin on his shoulder, my stomach pressed against his back. He turns and kisses my cheek, not looking away from his book. 

“What are you reading about?” I ask him. Based on how long he’s been standing here, it’s something interesting. 

“You, actually,” He says vaguely. I get on my toes to try and read over his shoulder, but the characters aren’t any I’m familiar with, and I know various pieces of most languages on earth, so this is most likely something from the expanse of space. 

“What does it say about me?” I ask, pestering. 

“Go sit down, I’m trying to read here, and as much as I enjoy your company I need to focus.” He says, sounding annoyed. I pout. 

“I don’t want to go sit down, that’s boring.”

“Darling, you sound like a toddler,” He says, laughing. “Why don’t you go swim for a bit then?” 

Ooh. The pout drops and I jump up from the couch. In a quick moment I’m across the hall and into my room. I rip off my pants, snatching the first set of swim bottoms i come across. I head for the pool, making sure I slow down and don’t trip. I get to the edge of the pool and I can’t control myself- I take a slight running start and dive off the edge.

Hitting the water, it’s like I’m born into a new skin. It’s like a part of me is awake when I’m in the water, a part of me that I can’t get to anywhere else. I open my eyes, and swap out my air for water. I watch with childlike amusement at my hair that floats around me. 

I feel home. So I open my mouth, forming a song to tell the water that. I spin around, creating mini currents that sweep me about. I tell the water how it feels like my home, thanking it for all she’s done for me. I just let myself exist in peace and harmony with my protector. I may be the ocean’s guardian, but she is mine. 

I get lost in time in this dance with the water, and after a while the song loses meaning- it’s just a song made for my ocean. Even though I’ve been in for a while, I don’t tire of the water. The only reason I surface at all is the appearance of Loki’s legs in one corner of the pool. That’s his way of telling me he’s here without getting into the water or scaring me. 

I turn up, kicking my legs to propel me to the surface. I surface, and the room that felt so humid before now seems dry. I cough up a little water as I switch back to air, and Loki’s brow wrinkles in concern. 

Once I clear out the water, I look up to Loki and see him bursting with things to tell me. Knowing that I’m probably in for a long discussion, i pull myself out of the pool, very ungracefully flopping onto my back. 

I lay there, catching my breath. Loki appears in the side of my vision, only slightly concerned. 

“Ok, what’s up, babe?” I ask. He makes a face at the use of the human term. 

“I was reading about you. Apparently, Asgard has had contact with your people, the guardians, before!”

I sit up, my jaw dropped. 

“Are you serious?!” I half scream. Someone has heard of us! I pull my legs under me, turning to Loki like a small child waiting for gossip. 

“You were right when you said that your new scales are due to your position as oldest guardian. This means that you are sort of in charge of the others, and you will likely be called to anywhere in the world to guide your… what was the word… ah! Sisters. Will likely be called to guide your sisters,” He says, dumping information on me. If my jaw could drop any more, it would. I’m the oldest guardian. And I have to serve the ocean across the planet. 

“But that’s not all!” He says, conspiring. There’s more?

“Now that you’re the oldest, you have abilities the others usually don’t. Your job is to guard not only the ocean, but your sisters. And to do that, the ocean has given you the ability to get to any water anywhere without having to swim there, but I don’t know what that entails. The other thing is that now, water can be used by you as a new kind of weapon!” My jaw needs to unhinge and hit the floor at this point. 

“What kind of weapon?” I cry, needing to know. 

“Again, not certain how it works, but it said that you can “use the water as a human can use a stick,” He says, looking up as he quotes the book. 

I slouch, aghast. I had no idea what being the oldest meant. I knew a couple of the oldest, but even guardians can’t live forever. 

“I had heard about using the water to travel from another sister…. gosh, it would have been around 300 years ago. She was telling me about the oldest guardian, her name was Syria. It was said that she could get anywhere without swimming there.” I tell him, trying to recall hundreds’ of years worth of memories. 

“I think it’s similar to the human’s concept of teleportation, but I’d never been certain it was real! I haven’t heard about the other thing, about being able to weaponize the water. But this will make it work!” I tell Loki, excited and sure. I take his hands, pulling him up after me and spinning around. Loki pulls me closer to him, stooping down. He leans in, and time slows down as I close my eyes. I barely feel his lip brush mine when we jump apart like guilty children as someone knocks on the doorway to the pool. 

I close my eyes, breathing deeply, and turn slowly to the door. This better be important. 

It’s Tony. Crap. We’re never going to hear the end of this. 

“Hey avatar,” He calls, surprisingly calm for a man who is about to be pinned 7 feet underwater. 

“This had better be important.” I seethe. 

“Oh, it is, Steve’s sexy sense was tingling, he said someone was getting laid tonight,” Loki and I blush, but I’m considering what water he should die in. The pool, a sink, maybe a toilet? 

“Anyway, we’ve got a mission and Fury wants you downstairs at 0700.” He finishes, nonchalant

“Couldn’t that have waited? At least until you knocked on the apartment door?” I growl through gritted teeth. 

“Sure, but like I said, sexy sense,” I glance over at Loki, who is similarly angry. I gesture with my head towards Tony, and he nods. In a split second. There’s a dagger holding Tony to the doorway. I hold my arm out, pulling a stream of water to me. 

Tony’s eyes fly wide open in terror as it shoots towards him, leaving him thoroughly drenched. I march up to him and yank the dagger out of the wood, making eye contact the whole time. 

Getting up in his face, I threaten him. 

“Get out, and knock next time; unless you want to drown in your water bottle,” Having at least two brain cells, he leaves, very quickly, slamming the door behind him. I stick my head through the doorway, verifying that he’s gone before turning back to Loki and both of us collapse in laughter