𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑔𝑒𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓇.

𝒩𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Loki resided in the most outlying house in the village. Stone bricks piled together to create a cosy cottage, one bed, one bathroom. Plenty of freedom, which was surprising. Loki believed Thor would keep him under lock and key after his betrayal in Sakkar.

Thor had bounded off with Bruce in tow earlier that day, no doubt to track down the Avengers to announce his return. As Loki sat idly, waiting for their return, a treacherous part of his brain thought about her. He wondered if she was safe if she was happy. He puzzled over her brother and if he had survived.

He wondered if she still waited for him.

He scolded the part of his mind that drifted to her, and to the part that fell back into his rather one-sided conversation with Thor. Coward. He was a coward, for years he left her to wonder about him and for years he made no attempts to find her, too scared of himself to even try.

The rush of the Bifrost pulled him out of his thoughts, they were back - and arriving suspiciously close to his home. Thor and Bruce shared a home in the village centre, the main road - where they usually landed - was in the other direction. It could only mean that they meant to pay him a visit.

His theory was proven true when a pounding came at the door, followed by Thor opening it without invitation. The God rolled his eyes at the sight of his older brother, Thor's presence was an unwelcome one in his present mindset.

Thor threw himself onto the nearest chair, an armchair situated in the middle of the room. Bruce waited awkwardly by the door; it was clear that he did not know what this unplanned visit was for.

"She still waits for you brother."

Loki froze, almost dropping his goblet of beer. He dared not look at his brother for fear of his façade breaking. He could hear a confused hum from Bruce in the corner. Loki turned, he saw the confused expression on the scientists face and a smirk grew on his face. Time for mischief.

"Ah, so Bruce doesn't know."

Thor tensed, truthfully he should have known his brother would stoke the fire in an attempt to remove the attention off himself and his soulmate. Bruce seemed to have fallen into the trap.

"Uh, I'm sorry but, what don't I know?"

Loki scoffed humorously, Thor glared at him and tried to explain the situation. "Well, umm. Loki has what you would refer to as... uh, a soulmate."

Bruce did not reply. Soulmate was rare magic, but he had seen it in progress before. The only conclusion he could come to was that he was avoiding whoever this soulmate was. However, he thought they were an Asgardian.

Sending another glare to his brother, Thor rose out of the armchair and took Bruce by the wrist. Huddled in the corner, the God of Thunder murmured a rushed explanation to Bruce who seemed more and more horrified as Thor went on.

"Wait, wait. You're telling me, that the two most powerful people in the world, who can control the minds of anyone, are soulmates?" Bruce stuttered. Loki resisted the urge to chuckle at the fear on Bruce's face. That was something he had not thought about before, and he supposed that the duo are something to be feared. He would not be surprised if the Avengers tried to keep him away from each other all together.

If only such a thing were possible.

"You realise that they are never going to let him near her right." Bruce whispered to Thor, hoping Loki would not be able to hear him, not realising he had the heightened senses of a Jotun.

Loki rose from his chair, his stance threatening; he was not planning on lashing out, but it was fun to what Thor and Bruce shrink back in slight fear. He felt powerful, knowing that the man whose shadow he had been living in his whole life was afraid of the power he held.

"I'm afraid, Bruce, that they won't have much of a choice."

"You think they'll trust both of you enough to be near each other?"

"And do you think they can stop both of us if we decide we don't like their decision?" Bruce tensed, "I believe it's best if don't try to intervene. Excuse me."

Loki left the cottage, desperate to escape the stifling atmosphere that had been created. He set off, heading to Heimdall's house.

He needed to get to Jotunheim.

Wanda was one of the last ones in the main common room. Night had fallen only half an hour before, which prompted the leave of many of her teammates. Pietro had left moments beforehand; a book of some kind had dropped at his feet earlier that day and he had planned to read it cover to cover in attempts to discover its owner.

Wanda was pondering the events of the day, Thor and Bruce's arrival had certainly been a surprised. Nobody had heard from the pair in years, many were unsure of Bruce's survival. What was pressing the most on Wanda's mind, however, was how intently Thor was looking at her medallion.

Since she had joined the Avengers years ago, her first initial days, besides bonding with the team, was spent researching the many runic languages. An engraving was hidden in the back of the medallion using symbols the young Sokovian did not recognise.

ᛚᛟᚲᛁ

It had taken her two months, but she had found the translation but had yet to decide if it was a good thing.

Loki. Her soulmate was the God of Mischief.

What a pair.