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Chapter 17
Nervousness crept like a spider up my back as I sat in the luxurious dark green couch, hanging onto the cup of honeyed wine in my hands. In contrast to any of my expectations, Loki did not chain me anywhere but instead offered drinks and some fruits – how odd. With his intense gaze locked upon me, my eyes scanned the salon, which was held entirely in green, black and gold. “Your really have this thing with colors...” I blurted with half a smile. Every shelf and dresser was covered with books and antique artifacts. He's not only a hunter but a collector too, I thought to myself.
“This anomalous shyness surprises me. Where is your courage?” the God opposite teased but I instantly retorted: “It's scattered pieces lie in the garden right where you crushed it.” My words elicited a snicker from the handsome devil. “We share the same sense of humor as it seems.” “Dark and dripping of sarcasm, that's my call. Tell me about your pranks, God of Mischief! This title surely wasn't imposed on you for naught.” Deliberately and with obvious joy, Loki reported his greatest tricks, his velvet voice soothing the tensed lump in my stomach. Honestly, I enjoyed listening to his stories and soon we both lost track of time.
Loki's POV:
The older this day grew, the better it became. While reciting several anecdotes, the girl sat there attentively, smiling at his japes. Some time later, she relaxed and reported of her experiences on Midgard. After all, still not trusting her, Loki had to admit that he grew fond of her company. And as the night's black kiss engulfed the world in darkness, he guided her back to her room where they parted reluctantly. “I look forward to more stories, you are a great narrator, my king.” she smiled sweetly. “Good night's rest, my lady.” With a kiss on her knuckles, he let go of her for today and made his way towards the king's chambers.
The Trickster hid in the shadows, waiting for his drunken brother to leave his quarters. Disobeying his king's order, Loki used his magic – green light flashing up for a split second – and the spell was done.
Thus, in his delirium, Thor desperately staggered through the hallway, up and down, looking for her room. But green mist hid the door thoroughly from his vision, ensuring the safety of the girl's precious and peaceful sleep.
Nervousness crept like a spider up my back as I sat in the luxurious dark green couch, hanging onto the cup of honeyed wine in my hands. In contrast to any of my expectations, Loki did not chain me anywhere but instead offered drinks and some fruits – how odd. With his intense gaze locked upon me, my eyes scanned the salon, which was held entirely in green, black and gold. “Your really have this thing with colors...” I blurted with half a smile. Every shelf and dresser was covered with books and antique artifacts. He's not only a hunter but a collector too, I thought to myself.
“This anomalous shyness surprises me. Where is your courage?” the God opposite teased but I instantly retorted: “It's scattered pieces lie in the garden right where you crushed it.” My words elicited a snicker from the handsome devil. “We share the same sense of humor as it seems.” “Dark and dripping of sarcasm, that's my call. Tell me about your pranks, God of Mischief! This title surely wasn't imposed on you for naught.” Deliberately and with obvious joy, Loki reported his greatest tricks, his velvet voice soothing the tensed lump in my stomach. Honestly, I enjoyed listening to his stories and soon we both lost track of time.
Loki's POV:
The older this day grew, the better it became. While reciting several anecdotes, the girl sat there attentively, smiling at his japes. Some time later, she relaxed and reported of her experiences on Midgard. After all, still not trusting her, Loki had to admit that he grew fond of her company. And as the night's black kiss engulfed the world in darkness, he guided her back to her room where they parted reluctantly. “I look forward to more stories, you are a great narrator, my king.” she smiled sweetly. “Good night's rest, my lady.” With a kiss on her knuckles, he let go of her for today and made his way towards the king's chambers.
The Trickster hid in the shadows, waiting for his drunken brother to leave his quarters. Disobeying his king's order, Loki used his magic – green light flashing up for a split second – and the spell was done.
Thus, in his delirium, Thor desperately staggered through the hallway, up and down, looking for her room. But green mist hid the door thoroughly from his vision, ensuring the safety of the girl's precious and peaceful sleep.
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Good Loki