Loki prompt # 19

Loki prompt # 19 Loki’s early memories. . .

One of my earliest memories was when Frigga, mama, would tell Thor and I stories. . .

Frigga had both of us in her lap. . . Thor would always push, because he wanted to sit in the middle.

I remember one of her stories well. . . I called it “Cried Wolfe”

“There was a woman who was a sorceress. She only allowed the world to see a part of her. (Unfortunately, the colors were dark and dull.) She was afraid of the world. . . afraid of the rejection. . . Afraid of the hopeful, messy future. . . afraid the joy would stop. And whatever else she was afraid of. . . .
Anyway, She met people in her life, but she always kept distant. She never let them in. She never let them help. . . she didn’t want to see them weak. She couldn’t let them see her weak. She wasn’t a victim, she was a sorceress. She wanted to show the world mystery and magic, but her tricks never worked right.
She found a man who wanted to help her, but she just would not tell him her tricks.
“How can I help you if will not tell me your tricks?” She stood there silent for a second and kissed him. She appreciated his gesture. . . a year later they were married. She knew he had prodigy, and she tried to accept them as her own. However they just were not good enough alone, she soon wanted some of her own. He gave eventually gave her a few, and for a while things went well. . . . or so she allowed everyone to think. . . her greatest trick was a smile on her face.
She eventually got bored, everyone knew her regular tricks, and she still did not want to tell everyone, everything deep down. . . so she start to sneak away to show others her tricks and mystery.
Then one day she was sad, but refused to show it. Her life became fuzzy and listless like a fog. She would tell one person one thing and another person something else. She couldn’t keep her stories straight. She pushed her own prodigy away by telling them that they lied when it was them who caught her in her own lies.
Soon after, the small town got together and exchanged her stories, told her spells, and revealed the clouded mystery. She was shocked when no one would believe anything she said. She could have been lying or telling the truth, but by the time everyone saw her tricks. . . no one believed her anymore.
She fled leaving the man and her prodigy behind, because she couldn’t face the mess that she had created. She never corrected herself or apologize, because she felt she was never wrong. She just performed more tricks for people who wished that her mystery was true. However she her own prodigy was disgusted at her actions. In the end, she got no help, because she would not believe she was doing was wrong. However they found a new, warmhearted supporter to help them through, and they lived happy together.
If she was just open about herself, honest about her life, expressed freely with emotion, she wouldn’t have to have been a bad sorceress. . . she could have been cherished and loved.”

“What have you learn from the story. . . Loki? Thor?” She would asked us.

“You should always be open and learn to trust others,” Thor would say. He always made her smile.

“She was just doing the wrong spells.” I know I was too smart for my own good. Thor may have made her smile, but I made her laugh.