Chaos God 6, page 25
part #6 of Chaos God Series
“Hi,” I said to the gorgeous seeress.
“Welcome home, Levi,” Sylmarie said, and her voice sounded a bit odd when she said my name. “I quite like this shade of green for you.”
“I do, too,” Elora giggled.
“It is vastly different from the blue I have come to love,” Shalanna mused. “But it is beautiful in its own way.”
“I love it,” Freesia said with a wide grin.
“I haven’t even seen it yet,” I laughed.
“When did this happen?” Sylmarie asked.
Elora and I gave my other ladies a play-by-play of the battle, and Freesia and Shalanna both grimaced and hissed with worry at the more dangerous parts. Shalanna’s silver-flecked blue eyes filled with tears when Elora explained the bit when Jörmungandr slammed me back against the wall. Then all three of them gasped with astonishment and admiration when she described the hundred extra Levis that had appeared to help confuse the world serpent. Sylmarie’s smile grew more and more pleased as we recounted the battle, and by the end, she looked almost smugly proud.
“That is…” Freesia breathed, and she shook her head like she could hardly believe any of it. “Incredible. Amazing. Astonishing.”
“Godly,” Sylmarie said with quiet confidence. “The change in your eyes is a sign that you have taken a very important step toward your destiny, my love.”
I wasn’t sure what I was more shocked by. The way Sylmarie called me her love with such easy familiarity, or the assurance that I was approaching my destiny to become God King of the Nine Realms.
I blinked several times before I could even manage a coherent thought, but Elora beat me to it.
“I believe his eyes changed in the moments after he defeated Jörmungandr,” my silver-haired beauty said.
There was tension in her voice, and sadness in her eyes as she remembered the moments I’d been paralyzed by Loki’s memories.
“What happened in the moments after?” Shalanna asked, and she looked between Elora and me like she was watching the most thrilling game of tennis in history.
“Levi said…” Elora breathed, and she glanced around the crowded dining hall. Then she forced a relaxed smile onto her face and raised her voice a bit. “I am quite tired, perhaps we should retire for the night.”
“That’s a good idea,” I agreed as I realized she was trying to encourage us to have this bit of the conversation in private.
It was likely everyone would eventually hear about the battle, but I wanted to figure out what I could about the connection to Loki’s memories before I had to answer anyone else’s questions. Shalanna narrowed her eyes with a touch of confusion, but Sylmarie and Freesia nodded in agreement.
We stood up from the table, and I held my arm out for my very pregnant lover to take. She groaned slightly as she pushed herself to her feet, but once she was standing, Shalanna looked relaxed and happy.
“I look forward to holding this little one in my arms,” Shalanna admitted with humor. “Instead of within my body. He is quickly running out of room.”
“It will not be much longer, dear,” Freesia assured my short-haired lover.
“Come on.” I grinned at my ladies, and I turned to make sure Sylmarie knew to come with us.
The dark-haired seeress smirked at me in a way that said, “Did you think I wouldn’t come along?”
I grinned and led my band of ladies up to our bedchamber, and it felt a bit weird to reenter the room after seeing Sylmarie in the space through Loki’s eyes. There was a stronger sense of familiarity and comfort in the room now, and I stared around like I was going to find something shockingly different about the place.
It looked exactly like it had the last time I was in here, though, and I tried to shake the sensation away.
All the while, my body continued to feel somehow different and yet more me than it had ever felt in my entire life. I wondered if Sylmarie would be able to explain any of it with her wide base of magical knowledge, and I encouraged all four ladies to spread out on the wide double bed.
Shalanna stretched out on her right side, and she took up most of the second bed as Sylmarie, Freesia, and Elora sat cross-legged on the main bed. All four of them looked up at me with compassion and affection in their eyes, and I felt an overwhelming sense of pride that they’d all chosen to be such intimate partners in my life.
“So what happened in the moments after you defeated Jörmungandr?” Shalanna asked.
“He said he saw Loki’s memories,” Elora said.
“What?” Freesia breathed.
Shalanna’s mouth fell open with disbelief, but Sylmarie looked totally unfazed by the information. It was the Völva’s response that was most curious to me, and I wondered if she’d known I would experience her dead lover’s memories when I confronted his serpent child.
“What kind of memories?” Shalanna asked.
“A lot of things,” I said, and I walked over to sit on the bed with my ladies. “It was flashes of things Loki experienced leading up to Odin’s betrayal of Jörmungandr and the others.”
I explained the various scenes I’d witnessed, and when I got to the part about Loki’s betrayal of Sylmarie, I tried to ease the blow as much as possible. Sylmarie’s dark blue eyes teared up a bit, but she wasn’t as heartbroken as when I’d shown her the diary.
“So it is true, then,” the Völva sighed. “I suppose you were right about him after all.”
“I hate that I was,” I said. “I’m sorry he hurt you like that. You don’t deserve to be treated like that, and it didn’t save anyone. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was blocking your sight of Jörmungandr that cursed Loki into losing the child completely. If you’d been able to help Loki find the child after Odin threw him into the ocean, maybe all of this could have been avoided.”
“It is far too late to wonder about such things,” Sylmarie said with resilience in her voice. “We were destined to come to this place, one way or another. The choice was made long ago.”
I narrowed my eyes at that, and the intense look in the seeress’ eyes made all the lines connecting the details come back into the forefront of my mind like a glowing neon spiderweb. For a moment, I allowed myself to consider what all the pieces meant when they were put together.
The green flashes of light. The sense of another entity inside my mind. The fact that Jörmungandr had called me father. The flashes of memories from behind Loki’s eyes. Even the intense dreams I’d had in those first weeks on Asgard. The fact that my magic was so similar to Loki’s.
It all added up to one concise conclusion that I was almost too afraid to even think.
“Yes, Levi,” Sylmarie hummed, and I could sense her presence at the edge of my mind like she was following along my mental journey.
“No.” I shook my head. “I don’t–”
“Yes,” Sylmarie insisted.
“I can’t be–” I denied the truth that I felt deep inside my bones. “No…”
“What?” Freesia asked with utter confusion.
“You can’t be what?” Elora asked.
“What are you two going on about?” Shalanna asked.
“Levi,” Sylmarie said my name like it was an impossible, made-up word. “You are…”
My throat clenched tight as the surging power and differentness in my body sang and vibrated along to the cadence of Sylmarie’s voice. Every atom in my being called to her to say the words as if she could breathe the truth into my Midgardian brain and make me understand.
“Loki,” Sylmarie concluded. “You are Loki.”
“What?” Elora gasped, and she looked at me like she expected me to have grown three extra heads.
Sylmarie’s words flowed easily into my ears and settled in my mind with a sense of correctness that shocked me more than the news itself. It was like Sylmarie had turned on the light, and I could finally see the world around me. Suddenly everything made perfect sense, and the new sensations in my body breathed with relief at the acceptance of itself.
“I do not understand,” Freesia breathed. “You are saying that Levi is Loki? But… how?”
“Loki died during Ragnarok,” Shalanna pointed out. “And Levi was born on Midgard. How could they be one and the same?”
“It was Loki’s plan,” Sylmarie said, and she looked deep into my green eyes. “Your plan. You knew Ragnarok was approaching, and you knew you would perish in the destruction.”
Elora, Freesia, and Shalanna continued to be baffled by Sylmarie’s words, but it felt like she was retelling me a dream I’d had and forgotten.
“That is why you found this castle’s things so neatly packed and stored away,” Sylmarie explained. “I saw the truth of what would come about during Ragnarok, and Loki was the only Aesir who believed me. Odin and the others… They were too confident, too arrogant, to believe me. They secured their own destruction by refusing to consider the possibilities otherwise.”
“How?” I asked in a quiet and calm voice.
“Loki and I planned the whole thing,” Sylmarie said, and her eyes grew faraway as she explained. “He discovered an ancient ritual that would rip his soul from his body and cast it out to be reborn in another realm. I longed to go with him…”
Sylmarie gazed at me with a strange longing.
“With you,” she corrected. “But you insisted I stay here. You told me your future self would need my guidance, and I saw that you were right. I did not know about Jörmungandr still, but I saw that you would require guidance to not stray from your path of destiny.”
“You knew,” I breathed with amazement. “This whole time, you knew who I was.”
It wasn’t a question, but Sylmarie answered it like one.
“Yes, I knew from the moment you landed on Asgard,” Sylmarie said.
“There is something that makes no sense,” Elora said. “How did Loki know he would come home to Asgard? How did he know which realm he would be reborn in? How did he plan to return here at all?”
“That was another reason I was required to remain here,” Sylmarie said. “The demon that dragged you through the rainbow bridge. It was not an accident.”
Sylmarie gazed at me like she was begging me to figure it out so she didn’t have to say it herself, and I knew. Somehow the information was just in my mind already, like Neo when the crew uploaded all the knowledge of kung fu directly into his brain.
“You sent the demon to find me and bring me here,” I said.
“Yes.” Sylmarie nodded. “Lava demons are especially good trackers.”
“But how did it open the bridge?” Freesia asked. “Is that something all lava demons can do?”
“No,” Sylmarie said. “That was an alignment of the lunar positions with the stars. There was only one such event in the heavens that would have allowed me to open the bridge on my own. If I had missed the opportunity, I would not have been able to bring you back for another eighty Midgardian years.”
“Shit,” I hissed. “I would have been dead by then.”
“That is unlikely,” Sylmarie said with a little grimace. “You see… though you were born of Midgardian parents… your soul is still Asgardian. Therefore you will have a very long life.”
“How long?” Elora asked with wide eyes.
“Centuries.” Sylmarie shrugged. “Perhaps longer.”
“Holy fucking fuck,” I breathed.
“Why did you keep this to yourself all this time?” Freesia wondered as she looked at Sylmarie with only curiosity in her leafy-green eyes.
“If I had revealed the truth to Levi before he was ready,” Sylmarie sighed. “The impact of the knowledge could have broken his mind. There was a strong possibility that he would crack under the pressure of such immense knowledge, and it would have destroyed him.”
Shalanna was quiet with surprise, and she looked down at her rounded belly with new amazement.
“I am going to birth a god,” Shalanna breathed.
“I suppose we both are,” Elora said with wide eyes.
“I suppose I am a god,” I said.
A short flash of disbelief swam through my chest, but an instant later, the words were absolute truth.
My ladies looked at me with all kinds of wonder in their eyes, and the whole world felt like it had finally fallen into place. There was a rightness to everything, and I finally felt like my destiny was within my grasp and ready for me to grab it by the balls.
“I’m Loki,” I said, and a slightly mischievous grin hitched at the corner of my mouth.
End of Book 6
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