“Kurosaki… isn’t human.” Orihime swallowed, trying not to cry.
“Not entirely,” Loki agreed. It was, after all, only the truth. “To save his sisters, and Uryuu, he accepted the wolf into his heart. It’s part of him, Orihime. He can live as a human. He can act human.” He sighed. “But he is Fenris, in a way none of you are your youkai forms. Save Uryuu, who is Vali, for many of the same reasons.” Though not all. But that was not his story to tell. If Uryuu chose to tell the two of them of the bargain he and Ichigo and Momiji had been forced to, to save the Quincy from leafy doom….
That has to be his choice.
“Ichigo’s heart is a wolf’s heart,” Loki said, plain and gentle as he could. “And the heart wants what it wants. Fenris wants a mate who will hunt beside him. Who will strike, and kill, and pass through winter like a ghost, leaving only dead enemies behind.” He looked into the distance, thinking of an icy casket, and all his life crumbling around him. “You can only fight your heart for so long.”
“So… he doesn’t want me because part of him is youkai?” Orihime’s voice was still full of pain. But thoughtful.
Ah. Best to nip that in the bud. Ichigo’s own sword had made his peace with youkai power, even as he had jotunn; the thought of more meddling raised the hairs on the back of Loki’s neck. “That is part of the reason,” he allowed. “But not all. Not even most.”
Tatsuki put a comforting arm around Orihime. Squeezed gently, and nodded toward him. Listen.
“The heart wants what it wants.” Loki tried not to look away. This memory was still painful, centuries later. “When I was much younger, about your age in mind and body… I saw a girl.” He took a breath. “Her name was Sif.”