Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 8 - Y/n

Soon I cross into oblivion, a strange brightness engulfs me. I find myself again in that weird dark place, wherein once I was showed a hopeless, foolish dream. I didn't even want to look around myself or explore the place lest I find that serpent around.

"I heard that." Interjected Loki with that annoying voice of his.

I roll my eyes, exhale sharply and walk away from him. I will to create that exit-way which I had used last time to get outta this dreamscape.

"I'd be foolish if I wouldn't have done that the second I got here."

I was foolish to think that you'd care.

"Well congratulations to you." I reply, done with his goddamn attitude.

His brows furrowed and he looked genuinely confused as to why am I congratulating him. Well I'm not gonna explain sarcasm to this sickening man.

I turned away from him, yet again, and yet again he found a reason to talk to me. I feel like he enjoys annoying me, heck I know he does.

"Most women are dying to get my attention."

"And I'm not. Off you go."

He stepped in closer to me, I could punch him. Now I was dying to punch him. But a sense of morality restrained me. Not for long though.

"You certainly are a curious being. I must say, you have my attention." He smirked like that's gonna sweeten the sour.

Blood rushed to my cheeks, my fingers started twitching, I need to expend this angry energy. He's playing games with me, I know that. But why?

He starts moving closer to me, forcing me to walk backwards. I glare at him, wishing he'd take the hint and get away but his advance continued. He crept in closer and closer, I walked back and back, till I hit a wall. He has me walled. I steal a glance at the wall, then back to glaring at Loki. This has to stop.

All my anger, all my hate, loaded into a single punch. I move my right fist in the manner he had taught me, my knuckles crack against lower jaw, throwing him to his left. He hits the ground hard and cradles his cheek with the other hand.

"That. That was pretty strong, I must say. I trained you well."

I don't believe this, he was still trying to feel better about himself. I ground my feet, and subtly draw my knives in wait of his beginner's move; the knife lunge attack. Right on cue, he forced forward, my blades interjected his, close to my neck. His eyes widened for a moment before he pulled my wrists, spun me around, and pressed his knife hard against my throat. His wrist pressing against my throat. Loki was blocking my wind-pipe, on purpose. That bloody idiot. As my nose started feeling weird, the pressure building up, I heard him mutter, "I can make you mine if I wanted to, ten times over."

Anger powered my muscles as I scratched the skin off his arms, and raised my heels to stomp on his toes. Loki's yelps made me all the more determined, he will pay for what he did. I'm not a door-mat, I am not his idle pleasure.

He will pay.

I filled myself with ample oxygen and turned towards Loki. He had dropped his knives and was jumping on one foot, a look of pain and rage etched his features, which made me proud of myself.

Loki dropped everything and sprinted towards me, I locked myself and tackled him instead, kicking his knees and pinned him to the ground.

"I can still not be yours if I didn't want to, ten times over."

A knife against his throat, my body pinning his, and he has the audacity to laugh and say, "Is that the best you can do?" He roared and didn't stop laughing.

"The best I can do is you." I blurted and leaned in, waiting for a reply, but he was completely still. In that moment, it dawned upon me what I had said. I didn't mean it, I just needed something to retaliate with and I didn't realize what I was saying. Although two days back, my reaction to my words would've been different.

Loki placed his hands on my waist, a mischievous smile on his face, and he turns us around to come on top of me. I yelped at the sudden movement, panic settling within me. Last time he was in power, I almost died and I really don't believe that Heimdall will be able come here. I try kicking Loki but he has managed to position his torso between my legs, in effect locking me. Loki revealed a knife, and placed it under my chin, pushing me up to face his eyes. No point using my hands to push him away now, I have seen him enough to know that'll faster do me damage than I'll be able to escape him. I let my hands fall to my sides. A burning sensation came from my left cheek and somewhere below my lips. I had been scratched there during the fight, I must be bleeding. I looked at Loki, he had a small cut on his cheekbone. I did that. The thought thrilled me.

As the absolute silence covered us, all we could hear was heavy panting from both sides. Blood making its way in tiny portions across our faces, a cold blade under my chin, Loki between my legs and on top of me, chests heaving, loose strands of hair falling across our faces, no one moving. Loki stares deep into my eyes, as if he might just see my soul. I do what I do best, I glare. He tips my head with his knife, leans in close to my ears, his hair brushing against my cheek, and whispers with a hot breath.

"If you're serious, we better do this right."