His Hatred

Chapter Eight

Warnings: There will be a flash back of abuse so If that makes you uncomfortable please skip the flashback will start out like this. Thank you!

You woke up holding a pillow. "Good morning Loki." You sat up and he wasn't there. "Loki?" You looked all over the hotel room and he wasn't anywhere. You got changed and went to Frigga's room knocking. They weren't here either. Was today something special? No. It was December 15. Your wedding is the 18th and Loki's birthday is the 17th, which is also your wedding rehearsal. What was going on?! You went to Thor's room and knocked.

Thor went up and opened the door. He saw you and smiled. "Loki's out with Odin and Frigga some important business that I didn't want to attend."

"How'd you know I came to ask about Loki?" You looked at him.

"Well you're practically obsessed with him so." He stared at you.

"Am not!" You crossed your arms.

"I know it's not an obsession." He smiled and then whispered loudly. "Your in love with him."

Loki cleared his throat. "I'm sorry she's in love with who?"

Thor smiled. "Nobody... bye!" He closes the door and you walked with Loki to the room.

Loki looked at you. He was sweating and by the looks on his face he was angry. "Who was he talking about."

"No one he was just being stupid." You shook your head.

"Raven I swear to fucking good who was he talking about! I'm not playing games!" He slammed his fist against the wall and you covered your ears.

"I'm not playing your little games Raven! Where's my watch!" Your mother screamed at you.

"I told you I don't have it!" Tears were pouring down your face. Your mother threw uou against the wall.

Spit flew out of her mouth as she clenched her fists punching you in the face. "I don't care if your twelve years old! If you don't tell me where the necklace is I'll hurt you until you can no longer stand!" She slapped your face.

"Mom please don't hurt me! I don't have it." She grabbed her knife and cut your arm. You screamed. "Please dont hurt me!" You sobbed. "Don't hurt me!"

"Dont hurt me." Tears were falling down your waist and you were sitting on the floor. Loki didn't know what to do. He just stood there. He took his fist off the wall.

He sighed. "Stand up Raven." You stood up and he wrapped his arms around her. He started to cry. Loki started to cry. "I'm so sorry I shouldn't have done that."

You nodded. "It's alright just flash backs."

"No it's not alright." He frowned and kissed you. "I'm sorry."

You smiled and wiped your tears away. "It's okay really."

He cupped your left cheek with his hand and place a soft kiss on your lips. "As an apology let me take you out for lunch."

"No it's okay." You nodded.

"No I insist." He smiled and took your hand.

"Loki honestly." You sighed.

"Nope let's go." He opened the door for you. Once he started driving he put his hand on your thigh. "There is this one restaurant I saw when I was out and I want to take you."

"What were you doing?" You looked at him.

"Just some business." He kept driving.

"Oh okay." You nodded and layed your head on the seat. You got to the restaurant and you both walked in.

Loki smiled at the waitress. "Table pour deux s'il vous plaît."

The waitresses nodded. "par ici" It was pretty sexy when Loki spoke french. You followed him to a table. The waitress left.

You looked at him. "What'd you say?"

"I said Table for two please." He grabbed your hand and held it.

"I never knew you could speak french." You smiled.

"Yeah well there's a lot of stuff you don't know about me." He winked.

The waitress came back. "Qu'est-ce qui boit ce que vous aimez tous les deux?"

He looked at you. "What drink do you want?"

"A lemonade is fine." You nodded.

He smiled at the waitress. "Une limonade et un café noir."

You looked at him. "What else can you say?"

He smiled. "je t'aime."

You blushed and smirked. "I love you to."

He stared at you stunned. "You speak french?"

"Yes." You laughed and leaned over the table and kissed him.

"You really love me?" He smiled.

"Yes I do." You sat back down and waited for your drinks.