Ragnarök being averted seemed to have left Loki in a state of inertia. He seemed so surprised that he had not in fact caused the end of the world that now that he was free, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. After a week of him doing nothing other than offering advice and snarky commentary on my daily routine, I gently suggested that perhaps he ought to think about what his plans were, now that he no longer had the Twilight of the Gods hanging over him. He gave me a puzzled look.
“Am I bothering you?” he asked, almost defensively.
“No,” I said. “But maybe you should get out a bit — see your kids. Or…even Sigyn.”
Loki’s face fell as I mentioned that name. I should have known the subject would be a touchy one. I sat across from him, and tried to get him to look me in the eye.
“Look,” I began. “You’ve spent a lot of your rehabilitation communicating with her from afar — writing letters, talking on the phone. And I get it. You’re ashamed of the things you’ve done, and the pain you’ve caused her. But sooner or later you’ll have to face it.”
Loki said nothing, but his lowered gaze spoke for him.
“Loki, this is your wife we’re talking about. The goddess who, had it come to it, would have been perfectly willing to sit by your side while you were bound, catching venom in a bowl before it dripped onto you. You owe it to her to go and apologize, face to face.”
The God of Mischief finally looked up, uncertainty shadowing his face. “Do you really think she could ever forgive me?”
I smiled, nodding wholeheartedly. “Of course. Loki, her love for you is one of the main reasons your rehabilitation succeeded. She believed in you, and that faith was strong enough to inspire others to do so. You owe her far more thanks for stopping Ragnarök than you owe me, or anyone else.”
At that, Loki shifted in his seat, as if he were trying to decide whether or not to ask me something. Finally, he reached down into his jacket pocket and pulled out a ring. He held it up to the light.
“Alright, my friend. You seem to know so much — tell me, do you think she’ll like this, then?
The ring was wrought from silver and intricately carved. The thin band had been made into the shape of feminine arms encircling a fierce looking beast. On the inside something I couldn’t read was engraved. I pointed to the strange marks.
“What does that say?”
“It says, ‘Forever and always, for the goddess who believed.”
I gave Loki a thumbs up. “She’ll love it. Guaranteed.”
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© M. Lai, 2014