“Welcome to Bifrost,” Loki said, gesturing to our surroundings. “Technically its Himinbjorg Hall, but we’ll be to Thor soon.” Loki was back in his green, gold, and black robes. I wondered briefly if they were what everyone wore here, I suddenly felt out of place. “Just over that hill,” he pointed above him.
“Really? That’s so far,” I complained.
“Should be there by nightfall,” Loki shrugged and took my hand, pulling me forward. I tried freeing my hand, but Loki’s grip was really tight. I scowled at his back and let him tug me forward.
We didn’t talk for a while. Actually, Loki tried talking to me, but I ignored him. I know that I should have talked to him or at least acknowledged him for bringing me here, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to him. He could be leading me into a trap or something, so I needed to keep my eyes open.
The wind started blowing bad, and I cursed myself silently for not thinking of bringing a sweater or something. I must have shivered down to my hands because Loki suddenly stopped and took his outer coat off and held it out for me.
“You’re too tall,” I said, looking at it. It would be dragging at least a foot on the ground.
“Why must you be so difficult?” he asked, putting it back on. I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.
“I’m not trying to be,” I snapped. Loki’s eyes flew over my body quickly and he rushed me. I tried taking a step back, but I was suddenly engulfed in Loki’s arms and he was carrying me, bridal style. “What the hell are you doing?” I yelled.
“Carrying you, obviously,” Loki said calmly. “I don’t want you to freeze.”
“Don’t you think that’s counter productive, seeing as you’re a frost giant?” I asked, letting my head fall against his shoulder. Loki was silent for a while.
“I wish you didn’t know that,” he whispered.
“Should have found me before I took a mythology class in college,” I said curtly. Loki didn’t say anything else. I closed my eyes and listened to his breathing. His grip never faltered, which surprised me. I wasn’t skinny, but I wasn’t overweight either. I was surprised Loki could carry me this much.
I don’t know long it took, but I fell asleep listening to his soothing breath. When I woke up, I was still in Loki’s arms and the sun was close to setting.
“Did you sleep good?” Loki asked, looking down at me. I looked into his blue eyes and nodded.
“How long was I out?” I asked, yawning.
“About five hours,” he said, focusing his gaze ahead of us.
“Have you carried me this whole time?” Loki nodded, “Stop and put me down. I can walk,” I said. Loki set me on my own two feet carefully.
“You’ll get cold again,” he commented.