Six cigarettes after sex

      Asgard in the night was beautiful. The rainbow bridge, adorned with unprecedented colors, illuminated the dark sky; the golden peaks of palace roofs shone under the moonlight, and the small windows of human houses glowed yellow in the distance, like Christmas lights on a tree. She loved this view, which unfolded from Loki's bedroom windows. She sat on the marble windowsill, stretching her long legs forward and, gazing at the night city, smoked a Midgardian cigarette. Today marked exactly one year since the beginning of her relationship with Loki, and she sat on the windowsill unable to even cry.       Loki lay on the enormous bed, covered with a silk sheet, his chest rising peacefully, telling the girl that her man was now in the land of dreams. Although Loki had never been her man…       Exactly one year ago, when she entered the palace, she encountered him in the corridor. The god of mischief immediately caught something in her maiden soul, which later mercilessly fell in love with him. At first, passionate nights and sweet, hot promises clouded her vision, not allowing her to see the truth. Day after day, she was by his side: fulfilling any request, supporting, defending, and giving passionate nights of love to him alone.       But at one moment, when she saw how Thor, his mother, and even Odin looked at her, the girl realized that she was in trouble. It was evident to everyone in the palace that, like a little dog, she followed Loki everywhere, who had become the master of her heart. He stole it and had no intention of giving it back. He treated her more like a concubine or a servant, rather than as a girl he could love. But love was not in Loki's style, she realized that too late. The pain of her broken heart at that moment seemed unbearable, but love... damn her love for this cunning, dark-haired god, wouldn't let her go... just like it does not allow her to leave now.       Sitting on the windowsill, she took another deep drag and exhaled a thin stream of gray smoke up toward the high ceiling, cursing herself for her weakness and love. It's very painful to realize that you are indifferent to someone, and you love them without memory and cannot let go, as if they were a drug or a second breath that you have been seeking for so long.       "I've always been by your side," she mentally addressed Loki.       "I've always held your hand, putting your desires above my own... but someday I will gather what's left of my strength and leave. I'll leave forever, Loki, without looking back and without regret..."       Another drag filled her mouth with bitterness, helping her etch this moment into her memory.       As Loki peacefully slept on the silk sheets, he furrowed his brow for a moment, as if he felt the ominous air of her thoughts mingling with the smoke of the Midgardian cigarettes, dispersing through the room.