Beauty and the Trickster

Chapter Eight

Loki~

I was awoken to whimpering, normally I would be angry but given the circumstances. She laid there, her lips in a sad pout. Tucking my arm underneath her head, she turned into me. Her fingers clutching to me with no signs of fear, my precious girl.

Her power was practically glowing from within her, knowing the full dangers of the Tesseract. I wonder if she knew of my past encounters with the cube, yet I knew the control of the cube would drive her crazy.

This girl crossed my path and so quickly took over my mind, and my cold heart. Never before had I seen such natural beauty, inside and out. Her determination, the ability to get a rise from me and not back down, her watchful yet soulful eyes. Bathed in the moonlight, I only wanted to take her in closer, but I feared that I may lose myself completely.

Smirking, I only could think about her lips on mine, running my thumb across her bottom lip.

"Loki." She muttered, I froze. Her soft breathing gave away that she was only asleep, I couldn't help but smile. Dreaming of me, how touching.

A cold blade pressed into my back, stiffening. I only adjusted myself so as not to wake the sleeping princess. His eyes flamed ultra-violet, with a stern brow.

"Ah your majesty, allow me to explain." I spoke in a hushed tone, his face twitched. Given the circumstances, I am sure seeing his child in bed with me did not help. As if on cue, his blade slapped under my chin with his eyes flaming.

Lifting my hands, I moved off the bed slowly. She groaned in spite, yet turned over away from us.

"Quit looking at her as if you love her Prince of Asgard." He hissed, I only offered a smile.

"My apologies for testing your patience, your grace, I merely wanted her to sleep."

"Of course, How many other women have you let sleep in your bed?" Admir's attitude towards me was rather annoying, but I motioned for him to step out of the room with me. He waved his sword for me to go first, looking back at her sleeping figure I reluctantly stepped out of the room.

"I'll have you know, I have not had any women in that bed." I tried to talk, but two of the Elvish guards pointed their swords at me. "Well, this is interesting," I grumbled, daggers appearing in my hand to fight them.

"Relax, I need to speak with you. Walk with me." He said while sheathing his sword, I glared at the guards until they too put their weapons away. This was an act of treason, I was a God. How dare they in my own home, I would have to deal with this silently.

"What is so important that you've forced me from my Chambers this late in the evening." I tried to keep my temper set, but all I could think about was my little witch sleeping alone. Admir sighed, running his hand through his famously white hair. He judged me on my bed maids, yet everyone knew of the women who threw themselves at the Elvin King. Most Asgardian women prefer Thor's company to my own, I enjoyed it this way. Even Siygn could not suede my interest, vile creature.

By all means, I was the black sheep, the Dark Prince they whispered about. Telling their young that I was a monster. That I would swoop in, killing without mercy. That part was true, but I did not make a habit of slaughtering children or their families. That was Odin's favorite game, the thought of him made my blood ice over.

Pathetic excuse for a man, even worse of a so-called Father.

All-knowing my ass, the old man was blind and stupid. My brooding smirk got a quizzical look from Admir, I only offered a polite smile.