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The week goes along well, training with everyone.
Beginning to learn the rules and instructions from Fury and Maria about what to do in emergencies, as they want to get me on the field as soon as I am comfortable with my magic… On the topic of magic, I refuse to ask that idiot Laufyson to teach me anything, and he refuses to even look in my direction.
Determined that ‘Over his dead body, he will show this silly half-Asgardian his impeccable skills as a God; he should not have to lower his standards.’ I swear, as soon as I learn magic on my own time, I will be making his life a living hell.
Where the hell do you find out how to learn new magic that isn’t fake magician stuff? UGH, why is this so difficult! I ask Thor if he could grab me any books from his next Trip to Asgard. Maybe they will help? Surely someone wrote a guide to this shit.
Frigga isn’t any help. She has not come to me in a dream since she was insistent that I work with Loki, even if I wanted to work with that psychopathic murderer. He doesn’t want to help me either, and I will be damned if I run after someone for help and of a man no less.
“Lady Isla, you are doing very well. Try teleporting outside the window into the garden.” I close my eyes and imagine being outside. *flash* , I vanish. But instead of reappearing on the other side of the glass, I slam into the glass, still on the inside of the building. How embarrassing.
“Ouch, shit. Why the fuck can’t I do this? You’d think it would be easy now that I can teleport further distances.” When all of a sudden, I hear this agitating, grating voice.
“HA. I told you, Brother, she is no sorcerer. Maybe our dear Mother was wrong about her destiny.” Before Thor could catch me, I teleported in front of Loki, baring a dagger towards his neck.
“Don’t you dare think you have the right to question your Mum. I do not like the idea of me having to become whatever the Gods want me to become, either. But who do you think even mentions her name? From what I have heard, you were the reason the Dark Elves knew of the secret staircase.” Oh, that struck a nerve for sure. Loki tossed Thor across the room and bound him in place, and had me up against the nearest wall, knocking my dagger from my hand and replacing it with his own. Now digging into my neck.
“Do not try scolding me, dear, about my actions. I forever have to live with the consequences of my stupid actions. But I will not stand here while you, of all people, try to use them to your advantage to try acting tough.” He gets closer and whispers into my ear.
“Trust me, I can see through the front you put up.” Loki slowly scans my body, sending this shiver down my spine. He makes me feel sick, like he is thinking of every possible way to kill me or torture me.
Before anything could take a turn for the worse. It was like a bomb went off; we covered our ears from the ringing. Thor is let loose, the magic seeming to disappear. No one runs into the area to see what happened. It’s like Loki and I were the only ones who could hear that dreadful sound.
When we both refocused, a glowing figure appeared in front of us. “Mother?” Thor stutters.
“Yes, my sons, it is me.” She darts to Loki and me.
“Do you two know how much magic I am using to show myself to all three of you? I am supposed to be resting in Valhalla, but instead, I need to come and split you both up! Explain yourselves. NOW.” I fold my arms smugly, looking at Loki, thinking he was about to get ripped a new one.
“Oh dear, I wouldn’t act so innocent. I heard what you said to Loki and pulled a dagger out to him, really? If this were my son a few years ago, when he was being brainwashed by that titan, then he would not have hesitated to slice through your throat, my dear.” Brainwashed?
“I apologize for my outburst. I was embarrassed that I failed my magic, but you didn’t have to poke fun at me, Loki.” I turned to him.
“If I knew where to properly learn these skills, I wouldn’t be winging it off of books that Thor needs to translate for me as well as just hoping and praying that the next spell I try doesn’t kill me.” Frigga clears her throat to indicate it's Loki’s turn to somewhat apologize, too.
“Ok, I should not have teased you. Although I did enjoy your huff of frustration at not succeeding. I guess I could let you borrow some of my books that I have in English so you can read more easily.” Frigga smiles, knowing how much Loki’s books mean to him.
“And…” She pushes him more.
“And I guess I could spare some time to help you learn your magic. Clearly, if you mean this much to my Mother to show herself finally to Thor and I from Valhalla. I could return the favor only for her, not because I want to help you.” Frigga huffs, why does he have to add on and be a bitch?
“Deal, bare minimum interaction is fine by me. As long as you're pretty clear with instructions, I hopefully will pick up quickly and we can be rid of this insufferable arrangement.” Frigga looks towards Thor. Giving him a smile of reassurance that what he is thinking is correct.
“Perfect! I will take what I can get from both of you. Now I must take my leave. Thor, my darling firstborn, please take care of that gorgeous Lady of yours, Jane, and good luck keeping these two in line. You are such an amazing Brother figure to them both, and even better, God. I am so proud of you. Until we meet again, my Son.”
She turns to me. “Lady Isla, my dear, do not continue to dwell if you do not pick up these skills as easily as you once did when you were a child. You have so much going on in that head of yours, just relax and trust my sons to keep you safe. Also, your Grandmother is doing well, and your Grandfather is so proud of you as a lovely young woman.”
Now to Mischief. “Now, you, my son, Loki. Can I have a word with you separately, please?”
Thor and I leave to go out into the garden, given that we don’t want Frigga to use more power to move about too much. We turn back just in time to catch Loki trying to reach for his Mother’s hand, but unfortunately, she is overusing her magic; it is not as stable to feel her touch like it is in my dreams.
Thor and I wave back at Frigga as she begins to disappear.
We return to the room. Loki looks as though he had let tears fall. “Tomorrow at 9 am sharp. The library. Meet me there.” Before I could argue, he started to storm off.