A/N: Meeting the parents has never been more awkward.
And then we get all Pride & Prejudice-y for reasons unknown.
Warnings: None really, except there’s a tad bit of bad language.
Eva had not returned. She had not visited Loki in the last few days and he was beginning to grow agitated. She had mentioned that she had found the way to Yggdrasil but they had become, ahem, distracted afterwards and he never really got the details.
And to only increase his annoyance, he couldn’t find her.
Bloody girl with her bloody hiding and her stupid brain. Loki had known that trying to educate her would only prove problematic. The girl had started to think, no longer observe, and now she thought he detested her and all her kind (the truth of that statement was negligible).
Loki didn’t even know where Eva lived. The idea of her having a home never really crossed his mind except when she whined that she had to get back for something. Loki had never inquired as to where her home was. It was none of his concern. Until now.
“Blasted girl,” Loki muttered, taking another alleyway and heading towards the slums of the city. Maybe one of these cretins would know of her whereabouts – they had better offer some information as the dust was messing up his boots.
“Eva? That beanpole of a woman? Why, she’s down by the river. Little thatched cottage. Can’t miss it.”
Loki nodded at the merchant, stalking off to the outskirts of Asgard. His strides were long and quick, his bag slung across his back. Loki had full intention of getting to the tree today and he was not unprepared.
The one thing he was unprepared for, though, were parents.
“Andral! Andral, are you bringing the water or not?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming!”
Loki stopped, the dust from the dirt track settling around him as he watched the house by the river, Eva’s house by the river. The Halldis home. It was indeed small, perhaps only a couple of rooms, and it wasn’t in the best shape. It rested on a slight slope from the farmsteads and the river trickled to its right. It would have been quiet and peaceful if it weren’t for the older woman stood outside of the house, hands on hips and bellowing to her husband.
Loki took a deep breath, approaching the smaller woman. She sighed and turned her head, catching sight of Loki approaching. Her face went white and she called for her husband again, in a much fainter voice.
“I said I was coming, woman!” An old man stomped out of the house with a bucket of water, dropping it on sight when he saw Loki. The bucket clattered to the ground and water flowed across the stone path that stretched from the man, winding around their garden crops, to where Loki stood.
Loki raised one of his feet and let the water run past. He lifted his eyes to the couple who were frozen, staring at him.
“Eva’s parents, I trust? Halldis?”
The woman nodded quickly, unable to speak. The man glared with the mention of Eva’s name and refused to move from the doorway.
“Do you know where I might find her?”
“N-No my lord, prince, God, sir,” the woman stuttered. “Sh-She should be doing her deliveries but she’ll be back soon…”
“Bertha!” Andral snapped, glaring at his wife. “Why do you want to know?” He demanded at Loki, crossing his arms over his chest. “Your kind don’t talk to us and we leave you alone. How do you even know my daughter?”
“She… revealed herself to me,” Loki answered carefully, the temptation to tell the old man just how much his daughter had revealed to him great. But he resisted. Just. “She has been helping me with certain matters and I came to check up on her.”
Andral’s glare only intensified. Not just for his dislike of Loki, but for the knowledge that Eva had been seen. That girl was in a lot of trouble when she got back.
“Would you… would you like to come in and wait?” Bertha asked, gesturing towards the hut.
“That is very kind, thank you.” Loki nodded and followed her in, squeezing past the broad Andral who refused to move. If they were just humans he would’ve said something, but something stopped Loki because they were Eva’s parents.
It was cramped and dark, the ceiling low and not allowing Loki to stand upright. Bertha was quick to offer him a chair at their rickety table. Loki’s eyes travelled around him as he sat down. He counted three other rooms and wondered which was Eva’s.
“I’m sorry, sorry, we weren’t expecting uhm… anyone, really.” Bertha fumbled around with bits here and there, cleaning and only increasing Loki’s uncomfortable feeling. He did not take off his bag, determined to leave the moment Eva arrived. And luckily, he did not have to wait long.
Awkward minutes that seemed like hours passed. Andral sat opposite from Loki, dark eyes never leaving him as he drank and ate, while Bertha scuttled around and tried to start conversation and failed every time, bless her.
“Mum! Dad! I’m back!” Eva called from the front. Loki and Andral sat upright, both of them twisting their heads to the side to get the first glimpse of Eva.
As she entered the house, she stopped in her tracks, staring at Loki who was sat at her grandmother’s oak table, staring at someone who should never be sat at her grandmother’s oak table. No. No this wasn’t fair. Not the one place she didn’t have to hide!
“What are you doing here?” She breathed, dropping the reed basket that had carried her kitchen delivery.
“Looking for you.”
“I don’t want to see you.”
“Eva!” Her father interrupted, standing and looking as cross as a father can. “Just exactly how do you know this man?”
“Out.” Eva ignored her father’s question and pointed at the door, daggers in her eyes that were aimed pointy-end towards Loki. “Out. Now.”
Loki stood, brushed down his coat, and walked past Eva and back into the morning sunshine, all eyes on him and he all grace.
“Eva! Eva!” Her father shouted after her as she followed Loki and slammed the front door.
“You can’t just come here,” Eva hissed to Loki, glaring up at him.
“If you weren’t coming to me, I had to come to you,” Loki explained simply, looking down on the furious girl with a blank expression. “Your parents… they seem-”
“Be quiet. Be quiet be quiet be quiet,” Eva pleaded, a few tears threatening to fall. “You shouldn’t be here. I don’t want you here.” She looked over her shoulder and saw her parents staring out of the kitchen window at her and Loki, interested in their exchange and listening to every word. “Come on,” she muttered, grabbing hold of his coat and dragging him off with her towards a few cluster of trees.
“Why are you here?” Eva demanded as they came to a secluded area, pushing Loki towards one of the trees roughly. He barely moved.
“We had a deal, Eva. I need you to take me to Yggdrasil.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“That’s a lie,” Loki said, taking a step towards her. “You want to see those other worlds just as much as I do. You want to travel to Nornheim just like me.”
“Yes, but you want to steal!” Eva snapped, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Karnilla is dangerous with those Norn Stones. I told you that.”
“You also told Thor that Midgardians are pathetic, ma…mati-”
“Materialistic. Caring for things rather-”
“I know what it means!” Eva shouted at Loki, hands bunched into fists by her sides. A few birds squawked and ca-cawed, fluttering away at the violent noise of Eva’s voice. A heavy silence replaced them and choked the air as Loki and Eva stared at each other.
“You aren’t just Midgardian, Eva.”
“I am!” Eva snapped. “I am just human, Loki. Whether you like it or not.”
“You’re on Asgard. You’ve felt power. You’ve held magic. You’ve read words written by Gods. You’re Halldis.”
“It makes no difference,” Eva retorted. “I’m just some servant, some human slave. Just a toy for you.”
“Eva,” Loki rubbed his forehead, struggling to calm himself. “I only said what I said so Thor would leave us be.”
“I do not lie to you!” Loki roared, anger flaring up in an instant. That one word, that one word coming from her lips set him off. Whereas Silvertongue brought him pleasure, Liar brought him nothing but hate and repulsion when said by her.
“Do you expect me to rejoice in your inferiority and weak race? No. But that does not mean I hate you.”
“And these are the words of a well-spoken God?! Of one-”
“If it weren’t for you damnable pride-”
“My pride?!” Eva shrieked, eyes wide and disbelieving. Her chest was heaving with anger, the tension thicker than the trees. She took slow breaths to calm herself before speaking coldly. “Why, with it being so evident that my race disgusted you, did you choose to kiss me, against your will, against your reason, and even against your character?”
She had started to learn longer words, Loki noted. And she was using them all wrong. She wasn’t meant to be using her new vocabulary against him.
“I only kissed you, bedded you, because of the magic,” Loki informed her, voice just as icy and seeing Eva’s eyes flash with hurt. “I hold no attachment to you, Eva. But you are useful.” Her quick mind, her ability to sneak, discover, be a vessel for magic, and that area between her legs, were incredibly useful to Loki.
“Human or not, you have the ability to be more intelligent that most of the Gods on Asgard. And you crave discovery. You’re coming with me. You’re showing me the tree. And you will not taste power again. And that night will not happen again.”
Eva looked down to the floor. He knew her too well. He knew her human reasoning too much. He knew his hold and offer to her were too great. Eva did so desire to see the worlds, to see Nornheim. She knew Loki had been drawn to her that night, but a small part of her head, her sentimental human head, hoped he had been drawn to more than her ability to consume mad power. Clearly not.
“I’ll come. But not for you.”
Loki nodded slowly. Eva still did not forgive him for what he had said, but his words had been directed to Midgardians in their entirety, not specifically her. But she took it so personally. She took it so personally even when she had never been to Midgard or met real humans. Loki wished more than anything that Eva wasn’t human. It was her one flaw. Sentiment.
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- annaliesmarie99 said:that area between her legs was incredibly useful to loki. area between her legs? oh Loki, Midgardian or not she has fascinated you! Give in already.
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