incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

A Banquet Nearby

Muttering an apology to the blond prince the brunette leaves the festivities. Like a princess in a movie she makes her way through the palace. Annoyed she comes to a stop and takes off her shoes before she continues to look for her... However anyone would call what Haizea and Loki have. It takes her longer than expected but in the end brown eyes spot a figure leaning against one of the many balconies' railing. The wind plays with the light end of his cape whilst Loki gazes over Asgard. Heels still in one hand the woman joins him but stays silent, afraid to say something wrong.

To their surprise it's Loki who breaks the silence between them, "Why did you have to dance with my brother?"

Hesitating she recalls his words in her head to make sure she heard right. "Because," she sighs, "it's his fest too, you know? Technically it's your father's but you don't say no if the Allfather's children plead to dance with you." Gently her free hand reaches out to lay on his biceps, "Why does it bother you, Loki?"

The God tenses at her question but hearing his name from her does relax him somewhat. Though she's right. Why does it bother him? What does he care if some girl decides to dance with Thor? The black haired breathes the answer out before he realises it, "Because you were the only thing he did not have."

"Loki," a deep exhale leaves her body and with her hand wandering up to cup his face Haizea gains his full attention. "I am not anyone's thing. Not yours, not Thor's, not father's. No one's."

Unconsciously leaning into her touch Loki turns sideways to stand in front of her. "That is not what I meant, Haizea. Of course you are no thing but," their gazes meet which brings him to a sudden halt.

Nevertheless the brunette understands him, "I will not fall in your brother's arms through one dance, Loki. You have had me more than once, you should know better than to have this sort of fear."

The concerned frown on his face gets pushed aside by a playfully malicious expression. "Prove me wrong, darling?"

"Oh, Loki," she shushes, flirtatiously hitting him with her shoes. Albeit his lustful eyes having an impact on her there's a good reason to not give in, "There's a banquet not far from here, behave yourself."

"Why should I?" As he leans down to meet her height and have a better view of her eyes a few stray strands fall out of the neatly combed back hair. Being close enough for their lips to almost touch Loki notices how her breath hitches, her body already radiating heat towards him. "I am the God of Mischief, pet," his voice gets darker with each word. "Give me a reason and I might consider it."

Heart pounding in her ears Haizea's eyes seem glued to his blue one's. Wanting nothing more than to close the gape between them and feel his rather cold lips against her own, warm them with hers, the brunette stutters out a strand of words she doesn't quite recognize. It makes the sly grin on Loki's face grow wider and he's obviously enjoying the power he has over the woman in front of him.

The last thing she mutters out though catches his attention, "Fuck, Loki. I want you."

What she really means is 'I will never be someone else's if you ask me to be yours. I can't keep up sleeping with you because I am afraid of the emotions I encounter lately.' Whilst Loki understands 'Please sleep with me, it's the only thing I want or need you for.'

Neither of them voices their thoughts and in spite of all the blue eyed straightens. Bringing more space between the two he simply replies, "My sweet pet, there's a banquet nearby."

Haizea watches him dissappear from the balcony leaving her to sink to the ground with a body aching for his touch, for him to be close.

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