LOki and Ingrid 26


In Case…

“Heimdall open the Bifrost!”
          “Heimdall doesn’t like you,” says Loki breaking away from Thor, “And I got a new gatekeeper.”
          “LOKI’S GATEKEEPER! Open the Bifrost!”
          “You aren’t supposed to be back on Asgard, brother. I don’t want anyone challenging the throne.”
          “Why are you going back to acting normal?”
          “This is normal?”
          “Yes.”
          “How did you use the Bifrost to get here then?”
          “Sif brought me.”
          “Get her to bring you back then. I think I’ll stay here a little while…it’s quiet.”
          “Stop it. We’re going back.”
          “Fine. As long as you promise to stay out of my way.”
          “That was always the plan. Come on. I’ll call Sif.”
---
I am still feeling slightly ill as I stumble out of the Bifrost where Sif is waiting. “Where’s Thor?”
          “He had somewhere to be,” I tell her, “I’m sorry.”
          “Oh,” she turns up her nose, “Visiting Jane again?”
          “I didn’t ask. Why?”
          “Sif, why are you hanging out at the Bifrost?”
          “Skurge is sick. Bronchitis.”     
          “Then who is ruling the kingdom?”
          She lets out a light laugh, “Oh, you won’t like it.”
---
“Calder?” What are you doing here?”
          Sif told me to guard the throne for the Frost Giant. Why? I may as well keep it; if he ever—”
          I wave my hand. “Not now.”
          “And since when?” asks Calder, “Did you have the right to tell me what to do?”
          I look at Loki. “Since now.”
          He clears his throat uncomfortably, moving towards Sif. “I don’t think Thor is coming back, do you?”
          “What’s this about?” Sif jumps up. “What do you want?”
          “Don’t try it, please Loki?”
          “Ingrid, go away! It’s worth a shot.”
          “Ugh,” says Sif, glaring at Calder suspiciously, “We gotta get out of here.”
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“Great,” says Loki, “We’re in the forest. That means something will happen.”
          “What?” Sif glares back, “Do you want with me?”
          “Nothing, Sif.”
          “Nothing you say?” She puts her hands on her hips. “I think I know exactly what you wanted, thank you very much! And I say ‘no!’”
          “Well only since Ingrid doesn’t want me—why is she here anyway?”
          “Maybe because I’ve stayed with you for years! That’s why! Maybe because I care!”
          “Guys! I heard what happened! Don’t start arguing again.” Are you okay by the way, Ingrid?”
          “Yeah,” I say, easing myself onto the rock, “I just need to sit down.”
          “Loki, what did you do!?” shrieks Sif, “You tried to kill her!”
          They continue to argue, but I don’t hear what they are saying. My head hurts so badly, and my concentration is fuzzy. In the back of my mind, I can hear their words, fading in and out of my head, as if through a tunnel, “What exactly does that spell, do, Loki?”
          “I don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking, I hadn’t tried it.”
          “I think she’s experiencing lasting effects! And it’s your fault!”
          “I don’t know a counter-spell—Sif do you have a spellbook?”
          “Do I look like the kind of person who reads?”
          “No, I know what you do. But please—! She thinks I don’t care…of course I care; of course, I still want to marry her! I meant it when I asked! I guess I should be better at detecting when others are lying—but that doesn’t matter now.”
          “You’re sure Thanos isn’t getting to your head?”
          “No. You don’t just recover from torture and mind control—I still have nightmares and flashbacks every day…”
          “You know what they say on Midgard?”
          “I really don’t care, Sif.”
          “Okay. Well, how do we fix her?”
          “That sounds wrong…”
          “How do you make sure you didn’t kill her!”
          “I don’t know! I don’t know any counter spells and healing magic—at least she doesn’t seem to be in any pain…”
          “What else happens?”
          “What do you mean?”
          “With the flashbacks?”
          “I’d rather not talk about it.”
          “No, really? Like you haven’t gotten over it in the past months…year?”
          “I said, it’s not something you can just fix or erase…”
          “What do you feel?”
          “Stop, please.”
          “Is it about you? Or her?”        
          “Them hurting her, threatening to hurt Thor, the stones…”
          “Where are the stones?”
          “What?”
          “I said, where are they?”
          “I can’t tell you that. He’ll come for you!”
          “No, Loki. I need to know, so I can hide them, keep them away, if anything happens. And then I’m gonna kick his ass!”
          “That’s my job. And besides, if you know about it, he’ll try to hurt you! Anything to get the information. And I’m not sure if you can take it—”
          “Well I know you sure as hell can’t! Just tell me!”
          “I can’t.”
          “You have to. For Thor.”
          “What?”
          “If anything happens to you…”
          “If anything happens to me, you’ll kick Thanos’ ass?”
          “Yes. But that’s not the point. If anything happens to you, and Thor is the only one who knows…”
          “Ingrid knows.”
          “I know. I hope she can just sleep it off.”
          “It’ll be okay. She seems to be okay.”
          I feel like I’m regaining a sense of being, consciousness, and grasping the words they are saying.
          “If anything happens to you, you don’t want Thor to get hurt, do you?”
          “Of course not. But he’s Thor. I don’t think anything can hurt him.”
          “Then I need the locations of the stones. So, we can fight Thanos.”     
          “I can’t—”
          “You have to. In case.”
          “Nothing is going to happen, Sif.”
          “But if it does…”
          “Why are you worried?”
          “I know you’re afraid.”
          “Great, not you too. Don’t read my mind.”
          “I’m not reading my mind.”
          I sit up and rub my head. “I’m feeling a lot better, thank you. And I agree with Sif.”
          “Ingrid!” Loki’s face floods with relief, “What happened?”
          “I don’t know. But if you won’t tell Sif, I will.”
          “You were listening?”
          “Yeah. Sif?”
          “Yeah?”
          “The space stone is here on Asgard. The mind stone was lost on Midgard. And the reality stone is with the collector on Knowhere. The others we know not the locations of.”
          “Thank you, Ingrid.”
          “No! You can’t do that!”
          “Loki?”
          “Ingrid, you can’t—” The brain fog is settling again, and I feel ill. “Are you okay?”
          “Yeah.”
          “I think the spell…it’s worse when I’m angry at you.”
          “Then for heaven’s sake, don’t be angry at her!”     
          “It will wear off. No magic is permanent.”
          “How do you know?”
          “I know. Love is a powerful magic. But not permanent.”
          Sif rolls her eyes, “Oh, not with this again!”
          “Loki?”
          “Ingrid, I said…it’s fine.”
          “I never said I didn’t want you. I just said I wanted to be queen of Asgard.”
          “What?”
          “Back there with Calder. I said I could tell him what to do…that’s because I’m queen.”
          “Well, technically you’re not…”
          “I’m queen…this is so weird.”
          Sif looks at both of us, then starts laughing, “Then you two hurry up and get married!”
          “Right now?”
          “No, silly!”
          “Alright. Ingrid?”
          “Tomorrow. We’ll do it here…I don’t want a big ceremony.”
          “Come on!”
          “Sif. Please.”        
          “You said you thought about it every day?”
          “Yes. I cannot erase it.”
          “What?”     
          “There was a time where Nova tried to kill us…he tried to torture her to death and make me watch…”
          “Ohmygosh that’s horrible!” Sif flushes, then turns to me, “Well you’re not dead. Are you okay?”
          “Yeah.” All I remember is pain…I never thought about Loki having to watch. “I’m sorry, Loki.”
          “It’s not your fault.”
          “I’m sorry I said those things…”
          “You said that. It’s fine.”
          “It’s not fine.”
          “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
          “What?”
          “What it would be like, loosing you.”
          “Well, I’m here now,” I say, irritably.
          “You asked me—”
          “Yeah, we’ve talked about this.”
          “You’ve changed.”
          “True,” says Sif, “She no longer take your shit.”
          “And that’s probably a good thing.”
          “Yeah. I’m sorry, Loki. I can’t even imagine being tortured! You know, battle wounds have nothin’ on—”        
          Loki waves his hand. “I don’t want to hear it.”
          “I know. Sorry. I’m an idiot sometimes.”
          “You’re an idiot.”
          “Try getting tortured by Thanos and get back to me.”
          “I didn’t say I wasn’t ready.”
          “You’re not ready. Sif I just—”
          “Come here,” says Sif as she wraps her arms around Loki, “I hate your guts. But I’ve got your back.”
          “Are you going to pull my guts out of my back?”
          “No…” Sif sobers, and we all know what she’s thinking, “But Thanos might…”
          “Well, whatever it is, I’m ready.”
          “I don’t want you to have to do this—Ingrid you shouldn’t have…”
          “I had to,” I hear myself whisper, “I had to. Just in case…” But even I don’t want to think about it.

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