Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 5 - Y/n

Being in the bed for so long, a thought occurred to me. Why was Loki suddenly so warm towards me? It certainly couldn't be the fact that now we have practice magic together. That was simply dumb. And he...well he is the God of mischief and deceit. Could he be up to something? Maybe a game of his? He knows I can listen onto him, then why else would he say what he said. Anyway, I'll have to be wary. Gods can, as it is, be scheming, and this one practically defines it. I will have to be careful at all costs.

The break of dawn saw Loki and me in a concealed chamber dedicated to Loki to practice his magic and combat skills. The armory was lined with knifes of all kinds. He preferred close range combat, and was skilled at it. I saw more blades than whose names I could recall.

"I shall teach you how to wield them, later. For now, we'll focus on building strength in your body." He said that stepped a little away from me, giving me a slow once over. I was hyper-aware of his gaze and my body. The body which I had lovingly hated. It was fairly strong for all the years of dancing, but not in a way that it could survive wars. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with it, I just didn't like it.

"You have a strong built, we should work on your endurance and arm muscles. You will need to pack your punches." Loki smirked and asked me do laps around the room. It was an hour before he asked me stop and a second before I collapsed. He pointed me towards a workout sheet, detailing all the exercises I had to do. He clearly did not account for my mortal capabilities but I was too pumped up to care. By the end of the day I was as dead as a twig.

I went to my bed straight after dinner and didn't think much about anything. Tomorrow was the same. And so were the next few weeks. Over the weeks I saw changes in my body, my strength and endurance increasing, my abilities to handle combat was getting better.

Today was the day I'll start with magic and combat combined together. I would practice with Loki as my opponent. His demeanor towards me has been rather cold and unreceptive. I haven't heard much from his mind, but the stuff that I have makes me question the reality of the incident that happened on the day I had passed out. Did it really happen? Or was it simply my mind's trick, like a dream? I wasn't sure and there was no way I could ask Loki directly. And between not thinking around Loki and running around my workouts, I was too exhausted to do anything else.

I met Loki at the break of dawn and without a word, we got straight into combat. Both of us carried our knives, crafted especially for each individual.

We circled each other, knifes concealed behind wrists, eyes locked, each step calculated. I anticipated his move, it was to wait for me to make a move. He excelled in defending first then moving in a way to trap the attacker with no options left. He didn't need to move a muscle and the threat would've been eliminated. I knew him way too well for that to work. So I waited, for him to move.

"Oh come on, I know two can play at this game y/n, but do we have to?"

I raise an eyebrow and shrug, I couldn't afford to get caught up by his tongue. He pretended to make a jab towards me, and I reached to it like it was real, I was viciously waiting for him, to pounce upon him.

He finally gave up and sliced trough the air with his knife, I blocked it with one hand and jabbed at his defenceless body with the other. He reacted quickly and blocked that strike with the other hand. We push each other away, adjust our grips and attack again. The next ten minutes is pure passion, metal against metal, flesh against flesh.

I manage a few scratches on him, but since he knew his magic well, he did more than just a little harm. I started to feel that he actually wanted to hurt me. With every strike, his speed was increasing, the usage of his magic was increasing, the more unpredictable he was being. He was nipping off more and more of my skin and he managed to hurt deep enough that a fine line of blood was dripping down my arms.

I was stepping back, he was striking ahead, more and more rage filtering his face. He was...maniacal. My back hit the wall and I couldn't hold him off for long. Any moment now and he'll gut me like a fish. He parried my knives out of my hands and raised both his hands in the air, his expression diabolic, his eyes villainous, aimed towards me.

I was done for.

His expression changed to hard confusion as he was being flung away from me by a pair of big arms. Heimdall. Loki was thrown across the room and he hit a pillar hard on his back. He groaned as his knives clattered against the tiles.

"You were supposed to train her, not murder her." Heimdall looked at him in disgust and then at me with pity.

He wouldn't murder me, he can't. Surely he was just scaring me, to make me more focused, like my life was on the line. Because someday it might. I just had to be really good if I ever hoped to fight side by side with Asgard's finest soldiers and warriors.

Loki scoffed, bared his teeth and said the words that sent my entire world crashing down on me.

"Like I care."