Wanting

Remembrance -loki-

I sauntered into the room molding my looks, black hair with fiery red tips, enhancing my features, slanted eyes in black red shade. When I entered the receiving hall of the Evergreens I was looking every inch the intimidating warlock, I looked like the fire that could melt their ice.

I looked like a threat with every step and swish of my hips, goddess help them if they didn't have something I wanted I wouldn't have ever bothered with a visit. "Where is he?" I snapped out narrowing my eyes on the lady and lord in high chairs on a raised dais above me, above me god these people and their reputation.

I rolled my eyes when they were taking too long to answer "where. Is. he?" I enunciated every word clipped and hard while I was outright glaring at them now. I knew the Lord Evergreen to have been good friends with the late King but they were not there when he died. They had stayed in their safe little southern lands and not bothered to send help.

The lord's cape caught on fire a guard shouting brought me back out of my thoughts. "H-he’s upstairs, asleep in the keep" the lady stuttered out. Rolling my eyes once more turning to leave, when I reached the door I glanced back and had to control everything in me not to laugh out loud at the Lord's guards falling all over to put the fire out.

I did not succeed a harsh laugh echoed throughout the hall and with a snap of my fingers, the fire was out. They might be fae but they were a smear on the name of the high fae. The fact that they claimed their bloodline was a decedent of the high fae was a bitter thought.

I still don't believe the king had been foolish enough to go against my counseling and make a blood oath with some high fae human bastard lord. There would be no pure bloodline out of the house of Evergreen, especially not from that mutt of a daughter of theirs. I placed my hand on the wall and let it guide me to the young man's room, now he, he was what I came for. He was every inch the young man I had hoped he would become, he was lying on his sheets with a torn look on his face. Fast asleep but he still looked every inch like the man that had been his best friend, it was worth leaving Atë in the capital to wait for the other heir. She would've been too much trouble if she had come in my place.

The second I touched his skin I knew, he had strong mental wards but I knew. He was indeed who I had searched for, Dondario had done a well enough job it seems. The ten years were up the promised would return sooner rather than later I hoped. The waiting was annoying enough as it is, being immortal was hard as fun if there was nothing to challenge you. The young man stirred and shifted the mental shield wavering in his dream state, an image flashed in my eyes and I could barely contain a gasp. Beautiful eyes flashed in my head they were a pure and deep blue. Eyes that had not been seen for almost two decades.

Things were coming to a crossroads and soon he and Atë will no longer be bored and stuck as they have been. Soon they would be having a lot of fun. A giant smirk took over my face. "Ah, old friend," the gruff voice said from behind, the smirk only grew as I turned around to face Dondario. "It’s been so long you prick!" I shouted before hugging the bulkier male, "Now, now Lo, we don't want them thinking you've gone soft do we?" he was laughing and I haven't been this happy in a while. "Who said someone had to go soft to be happy to see you? I bet a lot of ladies go soft but some of us go hard you know," I smirked as I stepped back and admired him from head to toe. His hair was as black as ever the soft strands had slowly become peppered with white as with his beard. He was outright blushing at my words "hmmm seems like I am not the only one," I winked before turning back to the boy. "It’s his anima mea" I whispered brushing his forest floor brown locks away from his pale skin.