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6 Jun 2012
Reluctantly, Loki returns to Asgard. It's nothing like he expects.
- Part 9 of Dinerverse
“Should I?” Thor shrugged, then nodded. “I was...intimate with Thor.”
“And?” She waved a hand expectantly.
“There is no and.” He frowned. “That was the sin. That was why I was exiled.”
“That was it?”
“Yes.” He narrowed his eyes. “What did you think I had done?”
“Oh, I don’t know, Loki. You’re capable of nearly every kind of viciousness. I had assumed it was something bloody and terrible.” She stared at him. “We all knew about you and Thor. It was...less than appealing, but I never imagined that was why.”
“You knew?” Thor cut in, thunderstorms clear in his eyes. “How could you have known?”
“Loki may be the God of Secrets, but you, my friend, are God of the Obvious.” Sif smiled at him. “We read it in your face, in the way you held yourself. The way after he was gone, you were so thoroughly gutted. Do you really think your friends so blind?”
Loki sat down hard on the edge of his bed. They’d known. He tried to remember how Thor’s friends had acted during that year. Had they been distant or disgusted? Nothing came to mind. The Warriors Three had never been his biggest fans, but neither had they acted as though he were committing some grave sin. Mostly they’d teased him, harassed him a little. What he now knew to be the normal treatment of a younger sibling among friends.
“Father always told me it was wrong even to look.” He choked out, barely aware of Sif and Thor. “I knew I walked a fine line, always.”
“Look at what?” Sif was suddenly in front of him, the scent of her leather armor filling his nose. “Loki, what did he tell you?”
“At men. I was...wrong. From the beginning.” He shivered. “And then Thor...I ruined him. Corrupted him.”
“What madness is this?” She sank to her knees, searching his face. “Tell me that this is a lie, Loki.”
“Why would I lie?” He looked at her, bewildered. “Father cast me out for sleeping with Thor, but he knew I was gay from the beginning and tried to make me change.”
“It must be a lie for I cannot imagine...” For the first time in many years, Sif touched him without violence, her calloused hand cupping his chin, “I do not know what has happened here, my prince, but you have been served grave injustice. Your own Mother is of the Vanir and they indulge in love of their siblings. What is more, I have pledged my heart to a woman and none have spoken any ill of this.”
“You what?” Thor asked, but neither Sif nor Loki looked to him.