bewitching /bəˈwiCHiNG/
adj. enchanting or delightful
A brave and bold word to use to describe someone. Yet that is how Loki Laufeyson describes Genevieve Stark, not that he would ever admit to that. This novel takes the reader through the world of...
yay! loki's finally getting introduced! i hope that you all like the personality that i'm giving him in this book. i tried to not go for the cookie cutter version that i, personally, see on social media so i hope that you all enjoy reading his witty remarks.
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chapter song: jealous girl - lana del rey
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"I beg your pardon?" Genevieve asked, sharply turning around to see the God of Mischief himself. And wow was he a sight to see.
He was tall. Very tall, actually. He towered over her, his lanky body standing still to perfection. His build wasn't like his brother's at all. Unlike Thor, who was buffed up with muscles prodding out of his skin, Loki was thin. Not to say he wasn't muscular, oh no. Genevieve could see traces of lean muscle peaking out from the silky, dark green blouse that he was adorned in. Even though he wasn't as thick as Thor, Genevieve knew that Loki was strong, physically that is.
Her eyes carefully made their way up his body, taking in the sight of the God in front of her before making eye contact with his face. God, his face was beautiful. His skin was pale, but not sickly. It was almost as if Genevieve could see her own reflection through his porcelain like skin; it was absolutely glowing, the lights in her quarters bouncing off his skin like it was a piece of glass. His lips were thin— however she couldn't really fault him on that, her lips were thin as well— but they were flushed a deep hue of red, light pink dotting the surrounding edges of his lips. For a split second, Genevieve thought that Loki had put on a lipstick of some kind before coming to meet her, however she quickly realized that the color was natural. Finally she gazed upon his eyes.
Loki's eyes were breathtakingly stunning. The first thing she thought of when she looked into his eyes was the sky, specifically the one she obsessed over while in Italy. A deep ocean blue around the rims of his pupils, with baby blue skating about the edges. The blue hues were dancing across his irises, however she noticed that the color was beginning to decrease. His pupils were dilating, removing the once thick blueness that she was gazing at. It became clear that he too, was gazing upon the person that stood in front of him. It was unequivocal that Loki was a handsome man. However as soon as his lips opened and Genevieve fully took in the sound of his voice, she went into a mental frenzy.
"I said," Loki started as he slowly walked closer to Genevieve. And with every step he took, Genevieve's heart thumped just a bit louder. "so you're the Midgardian who brought me here?"
Genevieve was tongue tied to say the least. She became a flushed and crimson mess as she attempted to keep eye contact with the God, but nonetheless failing profusely.
Eventually, she built up the courage to glance back up at him and replied, "Well I didn't necessarily bring you here. I just more or less convinced everyone that you can stay here."
