Stealing From The God Of Misschief

8

Loki, who was still supporting me, walked me through the barrier. I thought it would be ice cold in here. It wasn't. It was warm, or maybe it was just the wintercoat that made it feel warm. Loki set me down on one of the with snow covered benches. Once i said down, i started sweating. It really was warm here. It felt like i was walking on the sun. I took off my coat and placed it next to me, in between Loki and me, catching a suprised look from Loki.

"Aren't you cold?"

"No. I'm sweating." i chuckled.

"Very funny y/n. Put your coat back on now." He spoke, almost surtain that i was playing around.

"I'm not joking Loki." I said while placing his hand on my forehead.

When he felt my forehead, he looked worried. Like something was really wrong with me. I gave him an assuring smile that i was completely fine, then looked around winter to enjoy the view. Which is why i was here in the first place, to find out what had happened yes, but mostly for the view. The little falling snowflakes gave me a free feeling.

"How are you not cold. It's -20 degrees in here?" he questioned as i turned back to face him.

"I could ask you the same thing." I spoke as i only now noticed that he wasn't cold either.

"I uhh... Why don't we just go for a walk?" He said with what i think was fear.

"What are you hiding from me?" I asked.

"Nothing." Was his simple answer. He turned his face away from me.

"Yes you are!" I was annoyed. I know that we haven't known eachother for that long, but doesn't he understand that he can trust me, now? Loki can tell me anything.

"You're not family so why should i trust you?!" He answered back.

His words took me by suprise. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, yet i'm not sure from what. I balled my fists from anger (and to hide my tears.) Why would he say that?

It started snowing harder.

Loki realised what he said, because his features changed. His once harsh look changed into regret.

"Because i trust you..." I spoke not able to hide the sadness in my voice.

What was wrong with me? I met him like two days ago and i already care about him. How? How can i already care about him? I don't even care when i find a dead body in the hood. (But that could also be because it happens almost every day.) This was nothing like me. Maybe he cursed me or something?! 

"I didn't mean it that way. It's just a very sensitive and complicated subject."

"Alright. Just know that if you wanna talk i'm here." I loosened the tension in my fists and the snowing softened.

Loki seemed to think about my words and then decided to do it. The thing i never expected to happen. He turned into a frost giant.

Loki's pov

i wasn't sure if this was a good idea to show her my true form, but something inside me tolled me it was the right thing to do. I changed into my Jotün form and prepared for the worst. At first she looked horrified, but only seconds later she smiled. Was she really smiling? All the fear had left her face. She held out her hand to my face and as a reflex i pulled away. Touching my face would burn her and i didn't want that. Yet she didn't stop. She just placed her hand on my cheek, like it was nothing. Her skin was burning and she didn't bulge. I couldn't help but push my face deeper into her hand. Her touch was so soft. 

Then Y/n tried to stand up and i wanted to help her but she didn't need it. She was perfectly fine, when only second ago she would have fallen if i hadn't hold her up. It was like some sort of force was carrying here, like she was flying. Wait! She was. She had wings! At first i didn't understand how this was possible. She was just a normal girl. Then i understood, who she really was. I remembered the letter saying that they, her fosterparents, had found her, and the necklace, that only the purest, highest families have. She was the 'lost' princess from the royal family of Alfheim!