~ Love & Mischief ~ || A Love & Avengers Story

Chapter 6

"So what you're saying is that my powers are based off of my moods? Well, the color and intensity of them at least. Obviously." I muttered, my head trying to wrap around this information. Loki nodded slowly, and I fought from letting out a sigh. This was so much information, and honestly? It enraged me. Nat had to have known... so why didn't she tell me?

"Exactly." Loki murmured, and I rubbed my temples as I felt a headache coming on. So if I was angry, my powers would be red and very intense. If I was sad, they would be blue and not as... intense.

"And I'm descended from a long line of extremely powerful witches?" I muttered, more so to myself than to Loki, but he had heard what I said before scoffing with a roll of his eyes.

"I take back what I said about you being smart. You're just repeating me now." Loki said, and I raised an eyebrow at him. He didn't... What a moron. Unless his ultimate goal was to anger me to the point I'd lose control, which was something I wasn't keen on experiencing again. Or ever, if I could avoid it.

"Rude. This is a lot of information and I'm just trying to process it all dummy." I muttered, causing Loki to laugh at this. I blinked, staring at him. Huh. His laugh was honestly kind of... hot? Was that even possible? I shook my head. Nope. He was still the bad guy, but...

"You know, Loki, you're really not all that bad. Or am I the only person that really sees this side of you? I'm not complaining, just... curious." I found myself murmuring, and for the first time since I've met Loki, I thought of him as a friend rather than an enemy. Not only that, every word I said, I meant. Loki really wasn't the bad guy...

|| Loki POV ||

"You know, Loki, you're really not all that bad. Or am I the only person that really sees this side of you? I'm not complaining, just... curious." Freya asked, and I masked my thoughts and feelings. Truthfully, she was right. Other than my mother and brother, Freya is the only person who has ever seen this side of me. It wasn't often I felt completely comfortable and trusted anyone enough to completely open up. I opened my mouth to give her a reply, when I noticed Thor walking down the stairs to the cells. I sighed, and motioned towards Thor who was slowly making his way towards us, clearly letting us finish our conversation. How generous, I thought sarcastically.

"Oh look who has arrived. Sorry Freya. Our fun will have to be cut short." I said just as Thor got to us. Thor completely ignored me, and I rolled my eyes at that. He turned to Freya who was staring at me, confused. Clearly, she noticed that Thor was ignoring me, and it was clear she wanted to know why.

"Freya, it's time to leave." Thor said, causing Freya to spin towards Thor, an annoyed look on her face. I fought from laughing, knowing that she was going to argue with Thor about this. But I knew Thor. He was sent to retrieve Freya by my father. That's why she was here, though she tried to say it wasn't. Well, it was the reason she was here on Asgard. Her reasons for actually talking to me were her own, however, and she genuinely didn't seem to care about the lack of answers to what was evidently my fathers questions.

"What if I wasn't done talking with Loki?" Freya argued, but Thor sighed clearly not in the mood to be dealing with this. Which could only suggest that father was pressuring Thor to get answers. I fought from smirking at that.

"You are now. Let's go." Thor muttered, and Freya sighed finally understanding that it wasn't necessarily Thor who was making her leave, but rather it was Odin. What a smart individual, despite only being mortal...

"Ugh, fine. So pushy..." she muttered, clearly pissed off about having to end our conversation. I watched them walk away, and laughed to myself as I found myself focusing on Freya more so than Thor. What an interesting mortal. I oddly enjoyed her presence...