"I...was planning on telling you." I tell her and she looks up at me from her spot still bowed on the ground. Several emotions flickered across her face like flicking through television channels.
"Really? When? When the lie had gotten so far that you could make a complete fool of me? What exactly was your motive? To embarrass me?" Her voice was dangerously low, from this I knew she was the type to not yell. Which made her anger more frightening.
"You know, there is one single thing I hate more than boring banquets. It's being lied to. I can live with bullying and I can even live with thieves, but there is nothing I hate more than a liar. And you, my prince...that's what you are. What could I have possibly done wrong for you to lie to me?" She asks waiting for an answer. As I open my mouth to speak she cuts me off continuing. "It has been so hard being here, having to watch my back every waking second, I know nothing of Asgard, I know nothing of royalty. I thought for a moment, we were having a real connection, I thought maybe I shall actually have a friend, and be less lonely, but of course the one person I run into lies to my face so easily. I have worked too hard to get here to be passed along like a game of frisbee between princes. Even Thor was in on it!" Tears well up in her eyes as she points at me, her voice cracked on the word lonely.
And I felt my throat bob as I swallowed, I have never felt so guilty of anything in my life, and that included all the mean pranks I did on Thor as a child. But then guilty turned into annoyance.
"You were just laughing with Thor while dancing!" I say angrily gesturing the hall where the banquet was in full swing. But this only makes her anger illuminate more, her eyes filled with rage.
"YES! Because, right after Clara told me I just danced with Prince Loki in front of the ENTIRE crowd, he decided to tell me the truth. But I didn't want to hear it from him, I wished to have heard it from you. All I wanted so badly was to have an opportunity to make a friend. So tell me do you regret it? Do you?" She pushes me back and I almost stumble. But I catch myself. An angry tear slips down her cheek and down her neck and I watched it travel the distance. Her small hands were in tight fists by her side.
I felt guilty,
So guilty, I couldn't let her see that, I couldn't let her know that she had won.
I put on a mask instead.
"It sounds like your own fault, you were simply too trusting-!"
My face stings with pain, holding my cheek as I turn back to her. The crazy girl slapped me. Her tears were rolling now, all down her face like a waterfall. The color black had leaked into them from her makeup.
"No. You're just a grade A, Jackass." She wipes one of her cheeks with the back of her hand and I still stare at her. Holding a hand to my cheek. "Now, you WILL go back into that banquet, and pretend us meeting never happened." She gestures between the two of us. "And when I am done cleaning your mess in your library, it will be unlocked. The deal I made with Sir Leon, is hereby off. And if you so much as think of me, ever again, you will regret it. Understood?" She finishes finally and I couldn't find the words to even answer her. I had never expected her to respond this way before.
"Understood." I finally say. She slips into the library and closes the door with it closing loudly. I could hear her pull the wood block down across the door. From the small thump on the other side of the door, I suspected she had sunk to the floor. I could hear the soft cries of her inside the room and I got this ache in my chest for it. I thought about comforting her. But I quickly ignored it heading back to the banquet as she instructed me to do. It was still in full swing people were still dancing and Thor jogs over handing me a pint of ale patting me on the back. He gives me his biggest whitest smile but sees the look on my face. I didn't blame Thor for telling the truth. But I did blame myself.
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Break Down My Walls ( Loki - FanFiction)
Fanfiction"I'm sorry, I hadn't caught your name?" I ask curiously with a small smile playing on my lips. "Me? You don't know who I am?" He asks tilting his head ever so slightly he had now stood several feet in front of me. Maybe 6 and gosh was he beautiful...