incomplete: Goddess of Empyrean『fem!OCxLoki』

Visitors

Loki glances to her as the doors open, wanting to apologize for his question but being too full of pride to do so. The Allfather introduces himself, his wife and sons to the visitors, explaining Haizea's presence vaguely, practically saying she's there because they want her to. A meal follows the greeting, once again Haize next to Loki, quite obviously on purpose from the King and Queen. The two lovers stay surprisingly distant, that is until dessert.

Sliding through the cut in her dress that is barely visible if not actively looked for, Loki's right settles on her thigh. Confused she glances over to him, silently asking what he thinks he's doing. He leans closer to her, softly whispering, "I do not like the way he's looking at you."

Brows moving together, Haizea follows his gaze with her own, eyes landing on one of the visitors, the King of one of Odin's realms. She lowers her gaze before she answers, to make it less obvious what they're talking about. Answering Loki as low as he spoke, "He might not be the one whose attention I seek, at least he is paying attention." She takes a tight grip on Loki's wrist and shoves his hand back to his own lap. Then, petty as she learned from the God of Mischief himself, she turns to the visiting Prince, "I find myself quite enjoying your presence, your highness." It's a lie, he's boring as fuck. But sensing Loki tense next to her is worth every lie she could possibly tell. "May I request a dance?"

Addressed doesn't hesitate, taking her offer without a question. He's gentle as he leads her up from her seat and away from the table, pulling her closer than necessary. Loki watches them dance, Thor getting up to ask the Princess for a dance and too leading her to her brother and Haizea. The foreign Prince places his hand on Haizea's waist in an almost intimate matter, taking her hand just as sensible, thinking her interest in him might be honest. To be fair, she can see why Loki would be jealous, the Prince has eyes reminding her of a forest ground on Midgard she once visited in what the Midgardians call 'fall' or 'autumn'. An ocean of different brown shades, yet tiresome shallow. One glance at Loki is enough to call his eyes into her mind, all the spots of light green hidden inside the icy blue. Sometimes, her mind reminds her, she even finds some brown tones, bringing his gaze to life. 

Unfortunately, Haizea gets pulled back into reality when the Prince walks her back to the table and his father decides to make a comment. Said comment also is the thing making her realize that alone thinking about Loki puts a smile on her face indicating to others that foreign royalty stepping on your feet makes you fall in love with them. The Prince didn't really step on her feet, but he might as well have. Stealing a glance at Loki, she realizes he's turned away, conversing with anyone but her, giving her a cold shoulder. And she does not know if it's her emotions or him being a frost giant, but Haizea does feel colder. While she want to take his hand, perhaps place it back on her thigh, she knows exactly that he would not want it. Especially when he's giving her the cold shoulder. Without Loki's attention, without his anything, dinner feels longer than it is, leading her to let out a breath of relieve once she's finally away from the table.

Thor joins her not long after, as he has noticed the change in his brother's behaviour as well. "That went quite well," he tries to loosen the mood as he leans against the wall. "If with well you mean a complete disaster," she sighs and leans her head against Thor's shoulder. "I'm an idiot. I should not play these stupid games with him." The blond hums in agreement. "However, he would not deal well if I'd tell him about my," she stops and swallows. "I cannot tell you when I haven't told him, Thor, I apologize." He smirks at her, brushing his thumb over her cheek, placing his fingers under her chin. Carefully, he guides her head upwards to make her look at him, "I know. He does not deserve you, Lady Haizea. He never has. Yet your heart chose him. It is only right to follow your intuition." Haizea closes her eyes and forces herself to take a few deep breaths before she sighs. Somehow this golden retriever of a Prince never fails to calm her in the right moments with the right words.

"At least I have never been forced to marry you," she jokes, a smile appearing on her lips. "That would have been fatal indeed," Thor agrees. He takes a step back and offers her his arm, "Fancy a fly home?" While he holds out his other hand for Mjolnir, Haze wraps her arm around the one he offers her. "Have you learnt to read minds, your highness?" He chuckles, "No, I have seen the shoes you are wearing, friend." On cue, Mjolnir lands in his hand, sweeping both Asgardians off the ground and to Haizea's home.