The Witch's Heart

by Genevieve Gornichec

“And what will you call yourself, then, if you stay?” She considered this for a moment or two before she said, “Angrboda.” He wrinkled his nose, and the blade of grass drooped. “What? ‘Proclaimer of sorrows’? That’s an odd name. Why would I want to be your friend if that’s all you’re going to do?” “You’re the one who decided we were friends,” she said. “And besides, it’s not you to whom I’ll bring sorrow.”

“I would have all of you,” he said quietly, brushing her nose with his. “I would have everything.”

I loved you then. I love you now. I will love you until I die. And even after, whatever comes then, I will love you still, even though you’re a fool and you’ve used me the same way that Loki has used you.