Page 64 of Loki

Frigg walked to her side. “I must pick up a few things at the Raven Weaver anyway.”

“Thank you, Lady Frigg.”

Frigg laid her hand on Elle’s arm. “Frigg. Or Auntie Frigg, if you prefer. I mean what I said. Your mother was like a sister to me.”

Elle nodded, and they walked out the door together.

Val sheathed her blades and released her wings.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Loki asked.

“I’m going to make sure they are okay.”

Loki touched her arm, always the protector. “Frigg has got her. They will be fine.”

“But—”

“Let her go, Val. She needs to stand on her own two feet. You can’t protect her forever, not from this. She needs to learn how to care for herself, especially if she is going to be in a relationship with Thor.”

Val’s shoulders slumped.

“Would you like to finish your food?”

She shook her head. “I’m not hungry. I do feel bad all this food will go to waste.”

Loki snorted. “You’ve never seen Fenrir and Tyr eat. I feared there might not be enough when we arrived.”

Val smiled up at him. “So, what happened at the table? You left so suddenly.”

“Just some future flashes.”

“Of us?”

He shook his head. “I never have flashes of my own life. These were about Fenrir.”

Val looked at the table where Fenrir chowed down like nothing had happened.

“Is it bad?”

Loki stared at Fenrir. “I... I’m not sure. It was only flashes.”

“But those flashes upset you.”

Loki tried to couch what he’d seen. “They were... ominous at best.”

Val squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her in tight. He wasn’t sure what to say. He just hoped he received more flashes so he got more clarity before talking to Fenrir about what he’d seen.

“Do you want to spar downstairs?”

Loki shook his head. “Not in the mood. But we could utilize one of the rooms down there.”

Val shook her head. “Not in the mood.”

Loki nodded.

“But if you want to go catch a burlesque show while I head home, I understand.”