Who is Jesus?
It was the day after Christmas and Ophelia was sitting in her room on her bed scrolling through her phone. It was early morning and Loki had already gotten up and went for a jog. A jog. That's right, a jog. The God of Mischief was slowly becoming more ordinary by the day and although Ophelia loved his enthusiastic mad man side she appreciated this side of him. He was loving and understanding. But most of all, he was being vulnerable. Vulnerable to a point. He would only show that side to her and those extremely close to him. So most people still thought of him as an arrogant, rude, and angry God who pranced around in fine clothing to show off his aptitude for designer stitch work.
When Loki returned from his jog he had already magically washed and dried himself. His clothes were back to their normal black and green leathers and his hair lay in soft curls brushing his shoulders. Ophelia hadn't moved from her spot. Still scrolling through her phone at photos of antique homes across all parts of the world. Looking for homes that reminded her of her family home in Sokovia.Loki plopped down on the bed beside her and folded his arms behind his head. He looked over to her phone and raised an eyebrow.
"Moving again?" Loki asked.
"Ha ha. No just thinking." Ophelia replied.
"About?"
Ophelia shifted and turned to look at Loki.
"After we figure all this out. Figure me out I guess. Do you think we would stay here?"
"This building or New York?" Loki said taking her phone from her hands and looking at the photos of an antique home in London. "You want to move to London?"
"Not necessarily. I just..." Ophelia trailed off and took her phone back. She placed the phone on the bedside table and sighed. "My childhood home. The one I lived in before HYDRA took me. It was in my family for generations. I suppose some part of me wishes to hold onto some part of that past. A reminder of what my life could have been. But it's just a silly idea. Don't think too much on it."
"When the time comes. We will discuss that future. Deal?"
"Deal." Ophelia said with a smile.
Later that day Loki and Ophelia had decided to stay in and have a quiet dinner with Thor and Brunhild who had come by to visit her dear friend Thor. They sat around the table and enjoyed their meal that Loki had conjured for them, as well as copious amounts of wine. Everyone else was with their families or out roaming the bustling streets of the city. They enjoyed the quiet evening in. Much different than the grand feasts and parties held in Asgard when holidays would come about. Loki surprised himself but enjoying the small get together. Parties on Asgard were always lavish and exciting and he usually enjoyed them. Except when the spotlight of said party was completely on his brother. His memories of celebrations in Asgard shrouded with his brother's shadow. The memories of betraying his family pained him when he only wished for their acceptance. Would they ever accept him? At least his brother did. He and Thor had grown closer over the time Loki had revealed he was indeed alive. Brunhild on the other hand was still enjoyed teasing the God as much a possible. "So, Loki. Tell us. How was life living as a Midgardian?" Brunhild asked and Loki rolled his eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. I only ask due to curiosity. The mortals are so very interesting if you study them long enough." "Study?" Ophelia asked. "I only meant that having knowledge of other beings is helpful." "In what way?" Ophelia asked her now taking a sip of her wine. "She means to understand thy enemy is to know thy enemy." Thor said with a small laugh. "Are we not friends rather than enemies?" "I do indeed consider Thor and even Loki friend rather than foe. But you, Ophelia. I am not so sure as of yet." Brunhild smiled at her then took a bite of her food. Ophelia looked to Loki who was shaking his head in amusement. "You are mortal. It is normal for my people to think less of you. I mean no offense." "None taken." Ophelia said taking another sip of her wine. After dinner the four retired to the living room area and sat before the fire. Ophelia and Loki sat on a sofa across from Thor and Brunhild. Ophelia kept her eyes upon Brunhild. The way she so effortlessly carried on the conversation without a beat, the way her eyes lit up when Thor complemented her bravery or skills in battle, and the way she seemed to begin to actually engage in conversation with Ophelia. Had she begun to like her? She didn't know. But it was a start. "Who is Jesus?" Thor asked and Ophelia nearly spit out her wine. "Excuse me?" Ophelia asked now laughing. "Jesus. The man with the long hair and claims to be the son of a God." "Just God. And honestly I don't know much about him. My family didn't celebrate it. But my friends do and it's said that Christmas Day is the day of his birth. He was a prophet and it was said that he had powers." Ophelia explained. "I am sorry to correct you Lady Ophelia but there is not only one God. There are many. And I am one of them. This Jesus character can kick rocks." Ophelia burst into laughter at Thor's use of the Earth term "kick rocks." Brunhild joined in too as soon after so did Loki. Loki raised his glass prepared for a toast. "To Jesus Christ. Not a God." Loki said and everyone cheered. "Here! Here!"