Deal With The Devil

No. 3

As she took the step up the stairs, she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She twirled her fingers up a little and a sudden shot of electricity coursed through the God's body. "Ow" he whisper-shouted. She giggled darkly and then slowly sucked the energy back into her hands from his body. She shot the message into his head to walk further back. He immediately slowed his speed down behind her trekking up the stairs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes knowing she would catch him once again.

He could only imagine what his brother and his mortal friends would say about this deal he had made. Being controlled by another, having to follow orders and to be reprimanded if he steps out of line. In truth he worried if he stepped too far out of line, she might punish him by hurting the only thing he cares about other than himself. Frigga. His mother, a literal Goddess, the Queen and his only true friend. The only one who he believed ever cared about him, nurtured him, taught him all he knew about magic. The woman who introduced him to the wonder of books. Those silly Midgardian tales of a princess in a tower being saved by a thief. He truly loved those pathetic stories when he was a young boy. Now, all they reminded him of were his mother and her disappointment in him for his endless tricks he had played. The God wasn't in the slightest bothered that Rory could see his thoughts, the only thing he truly wished to shield from her magic was his love for his mother. Frigga was indeed his weakness. Being unaware of who was attempting to keep Rory a prisoner in the palace he feared it to be his brother and father. Frigga would be perfect revenge for the woman, and he knew that. Inside he figured she already knew and hadn't said anything remotely threatening as he had followed orders. But that she wouldn't hesitate to take matters into her hands if he decided to disobey. So that led to the God obediently following the sadistic murderer like a lap dog. Part of him was fascinated by her anyway so he didn't completely mind going on a little adventure throughout the palace finding some guards and bystanders to bother, or as he knew she would, torture!

Rory was spending her time bored whilst they walked up the creaky golden staircase to listen to his thoughts. In all honesty she couldn't care for revenge, the palace was boring her, and she just wanted out. She would though as he suspected, go ahead and punish through his mother, the Queen if he stepped out of line.

As they ascended the stairs, she opened her mind to listen for heartbeats and any breathing. Loki did the same and they both found 3. 

A mix of purple and green mist merged to swing open the doors simultaneously causing the new team to spin their heads in the others direction with wide eyed. They were very like-minded. Ceasing all movement, they stared into each other's eyes for a few spare moments. Emerald, green to a mix of vibrant colours, staring into the others soul. Loki was the first to snap out, the feeling of her burning gaze causing his skin to seep and a slight hue of pink rise from the base of his neck. This didn't go unnoticed by Rory however once she heard the breathing pick up on the other side of the door Loki became irrelevant and once again a pawn in her game.

She turned her body to the door and for the second time that that day they merged they magic together, only Rory's had gone from a rich purple to a mix of white and black. Loki looked up to her face to see her eyes were now a crimson red. Turning back to their shared power hold on the door, the double doors burst open with a fog of white and green. The mist following the feet of its masters.

The three guards turned their heads in the direction of the deadly pair marching through the now open doors. The ground a mess of green and white mist surrounding Rory and Loki's feet. Even a 'mewling quim' of a human could feel the magic radiating from the two of them. The two thinner of the guards surrendered almost instantly, lowering themselves onto the floor, hands and knees, bowing down. Though they knew of who Loki was and that he used to be bowed down to, that was not who they were shriveling away from, and even Loki himself knew that.