Imprisoned

Ch.3-The Book-

I grab a small reading light and shine it on to the book, illuminating the cover. I look closely at the Cover but strain to read the words must be a different language. I flip it open and see that the writing is in English. Thank god.

I scan through a few pages reading the book. This is what Loki was so fascinated by? No way. This book was all about two lovers, one a monster and the other innocent. It reminded me of Beauty and The Beast, one of my favorite childhood movies.

I continue to read the book, intrigued. My eyes grow tired again and I close the book.

The story is sweet. Two people clearly destined to be together, one a monster who believes he isn't allowed anything good in life. The other is an innocent and kind woman, who loves the man no matter how messed up he is.

But as I sink back into the bed I can't help but question why Loki reads this. Loki, the god of mischief, self-absorbed, asshole, reads romance novels? I would have never guessed.

I look over at Loki as he sleeps. His face looks focused, and stiff. He almost looks distressed. I try to read his face, try to figure out who he really is. Is it possible he thinks of things other than power and selfish tendencies?

I turn my head away from Loki and close my eyes. I struggle for a bit to sleep with all the thoughts spinning in my head. Eventually, I manage to drift to sleep.

*****

The next night I wait until I know Loki is asleep before I climb out of bed and grab the book. I sit down on the couch and turn on the small reading light. I read for a while, the story was surprisingly intriguing.

*****

A loud bang forces me awake. My eyes shoot open but immediately shut due to the bright lights in the cell. I adjust my eyes to the light and look up from the couch to see Loki glaring down at me. I sit up and look at him confused.

"What?" I ask.

"What were you doing with this?" Loki interrogates, holding up the book. My eyes widen. Oh shit. I must have fallen asleep. Ugh! Why? Why? Why?!

"I um...I was reading it." I answer, slightly nervous to find out why he was so mad. Loki angrily walks over to his bookshelf and places the book back. He glares back at me, and I stand up.

"You were reading my book?!" Loki accuses. I nod, still confused.

"Yeah, It's actually pretty good," I comment. Loki pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Just say it." He mumbles. I tilt my head in confusion.

"Say what?" I ask. He looks at me, annoyed.

"All the little jokes and snide remarks sitting in your head." my eyes soften at Loki's words.

"Why would I make fun of you? It's a good book." I question. Loki's eyes meet mine. I can see the surprise and confusion clouding his eyes.

"Um, no reason," Loki responds, quickly trying to forget this conversation. Was he scared for me to find out he reads books like this? Why would that be such a bad thing?

---Loki---

She read it. She probably thinks of me as weak. I'm not weak. I am a god. I could kill her right now as she sleeps on the couch.

Looking at her as she sleeps, so peaceful, and if I'm being honest, quite beautiful. Ugh, what am I thinking?! She is a Midgardian, and a nuisance.

My hands hover over the knife at my side. Looking at her face, her brown hair flowing down the side of the couch, I exhale in defeat. I can't kill her. Why can't I kill her?! What is wrong with me?! Am I going soft? I grab the knife from my side and throw it at the dartboard in frustration, waking Sarah up in the process.

I confronted her, asking her what she was doing. After she tells me she was reading I await the much-expected mocking to follow.

Surprisingly it never comes. I look at her confused. Why didn't she mock me? Me a god, reading a romance novel. I wipe the surprised look off my face as a guard comes to deliver our breakfast.

*****

I glance over at Sara, laying on the bed as she plays with something the Midgardians call a phone. She forced me to use my magic to get her one, why did I agree?

Once I'm sure she isn't looking I snatch the book off my bookshelf and sit down in my reading chair. Out of nowhere, I hear singing coming from behind me. I glance to see Sarah singing some sort of Midgardian song. She lays with her back on the bed, looking up at her phone as she sings.

For some reason the sound of her voice is soothing, and I can't help myself from watching her as she sings. The sound of her voice put me in some type of trance, I don't move, I don't look away, I just listen to her.

Her gaze meets mine and I freeze, unsure what to do.

"Um, sorry I can stop." She apologizes. Surprisingly I feel myself grow desperate. I don't want her to stop.

---Sarah---

"Um, sorry, I can stop." I apologize as I catch Loki staring at me.

"No, that's alright. You don't have to stop." Loki answers. I look at him, surprised. My singing didn't annoy him? Loki turns back to his book again. I stay silent for a bit but then another one of my favorite songs comes on, and I start to sing again. I wonder why Loki isn't bothered by my singing. Wait could he?

No. No way.

Stop thinking like that Sarah! Ugh! What am I thinking? He hates my guts. There is no possible way. Right?

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