Feelings
“You are going home?” Atlanta mouths to me, wide awake albeit so recently awakened. Myriad emotions flit past her eyes, while her countenance is stony.
I look away briefly and half-heartedly wave a hand in a shrug. I do not know, myself – what to answer, what to do, what to feel. I am not in control of anything, presently.
She looks quite wretched, while her desperate and confused gaze glances from her mother to me to Nalla and back again.
“We could return here after three days,” Nalla offers, at last, as I hunker lower on his lap, still very much cocooned in his arms.
“You promise?” Atlanta mouths to him.
He affirms.
My heart leaps.
Discomfort squirms in my chest and guts.
Atlanta does not wish me gone. Nalla wishes to bring me “home” but most likely not to Asgard. Thor’s coronation is supposed to be tomorrow, while Nalla will most likely not attend, let alone with me, forget letting me attend by myself.
What would the Allmother and Allfather think should I be absent on that day? Thor? The nobles? The commoners?
“Loki?” Emilia calls gently. I look up.
“What do you think?” she asks.
My breath hitches.