Sing to me

Smoke from Midgardian cigarettes

      Asgard at night was beautiful. The rainbow bridge illuminated the dark sky with unprecedented colors, the golden peaks of the palace roofs shone under the light of the moon, and the small windows of people's houses shimmered yellow in the distance, like the Christmas lights on a Christmas tree. She had always loved this view from Loki's bedroom windows. She was sitting on a marble window-sill, stretching her legs forward and smoked a Midgard cigarette, looking at the night city.       Today, exactly a year has passed since the beginning of their relationship with Loki, and she was sitting on the windowsill, unable to even burst into tears.       Loki was lying on a huge bed, covered with a silk sheet, his chest heaving peacefully. Her man was asleep. But no, Loki had never been her man…       Exactly one year ago, when she arrived at the palace, she ran into him in the corridor. The god of deceit immediately clung to her girlish soul, which, subsequently, fell in love with him. At first, hot nights and sweet promises clouded her eyes, preventing her from seeing the truth. She was by his side day after day: fulfilled any request, supported, defended and gave passionate nights of love to him alone.       But at one moment, when she saw with what eyes Thor, his mother and Odin were looking at her the girl realized that she was gone. It was seen by everyone in the palace that she, like a small dog, anywhere and everywhere follows Loki, who became her master. He stole it and was not going to give it back. He treated her more like a concubine or servant than like a girl he could love. But love was not Loki's style, she realized it too late. The pain of a breaking heart at that moment seemed unbearable to her, but love… But her damn love for this crafty, black-haired god did not allow her to leave, just as it does not allow her to leave now. Sitting on the windowsill, she took another deep puff and exhaled a thin plume of gray smoke somewhere under the high ceiling, reproaching herself for her weakness and love. It is very painful to realize that a person does not care about you, and you love him too much and cannot refuse, as if he is a drug or a second breath.       "I have always been by your side."       Her mind turned to Loki.       "I have always held your hand, putting your desires before my own... but someday I will gather the rest of my strength and leave you. I will leave forever, without looking back and without regrets…"       Another puff gave a taste of bitterness to her mouth, helping to imprint this moment in her memory.       And Loki, sleeping peacefully on silk sheets, frowned for a second, he seemed to feel the unkind wind of her thoughts with the smoke of Midgard cigarettes spreading around the room.