Diaries Of Loki's Chambermaid 69: Return To Asgard

Am I really so naïve? I suppose I am. My arrival back here in Asgard started well, with Heimdallr making little issue about the fact that I was carrying Mjölnir. Then I went straight to settle back into the simple duties of being the maid of a King, which was so pleasant after all of the rather exciting and frightening things I have experienced of late. Loki looked exhausted when I went to wake him up and he smelled like he had been on the battlefield! He bathed and I shaved him, so that made him look more presentable.

When I took his laundry away, I found that the people around the Palace were actually noticing me more and were looking at me in a different manner to how they have in the past. I wonder if they know? I wonder what that will mean for me? Oh – and Diary! You will be most surprised by this… Muninn spoke to me! Well, what I mean to say is that I could understand the sounds he was making, just as if he was speaking Asgardian plain as day! He says it is because of Mjölnir and that Thor and Odin know of my ability to wield her. Oh, I do wonder what this will mean now, because I would swear that I have communicated with Thor in some way through her.

But that was where it all went wrong. Loki insisted on talking to me and I lost all control of myself. I had to tell him, Diary, and so I did. I told him that I love him. It was so stupid of me and I cried, too and all he did was comfort me. And I wanted it. I wanted it Diary! I want him! Yet I cannot have someone who is in love with another, can I? Surely there cannot be enough room in his heart for two, and even if there was, is there enough room in mine to allow another to have his attention too? Yet I could not talk to him of this and so I brought up Odin and Thor. I also tried to warn him of the Prophecy Gaia has told me about. The problem is that she is predicting that I will bring about the downfall of all Loki’s plans and that I will be the one to end the line of Odin… and Loki. I could not keep this inside. I had to be honest with him – what if he had plucked it from my mind instead? Needless to say, he did not take any of this very well and he became hard and spiteful towards me.

Oh Diary, I wish he was Loptr after all! I wish he could leave all of his poison and bitterness behind and simply be a fun-loving mischief! I would that he could eschew his responsibilities and live a happy life. Yet once again I am being naïve.

Anyway, the suite is in complete disarray. It is clean of course, as there has been a maid coming in every day, but it is not to my liking… and my liking is to have it just how Loki likes it, so I am going to spend the day putting it straight.

It needs to be just right, for I am to have supper with Loki tonight………..