Electrostatic

Sikker

Sikker

"Nothing good can happen to people who break their solemn vows."

~The Saga of Hrafnkel Freysgothi, c.6

Loki POV

"Is this really necessary?!" Alison warily judging my set up in the library, which I do admit looks rather beastly. Impatient and wanting, a dangerous mix with the spark already festering between us, the mere thought of tying her up in said shackles laying on the polished table excited me.

"You wield a tenacious weapon, but you don't know how to successfully control it. Practising with these items will remedy that." I kept my gaze averted and voice steady.

Already I was finding it incredibly difficult to focus on the task at hand. Alison had kept her promise to teasingly exploit her new found wardrobe, her sense of humour surviving our outbursts last night.

She had wrapped herself in a burnt orange silk drape, the material rippling in all the right places.

Two large golden clasps perched upon her shoulders, kept the fabric together. They were common depictions of Jormungandr, coiled so he was devouring his own tail, I wonder why she is fond of him.

The small golden emblems persisted to catch my eye, a swell of pride cast over me in a fleeting thought of Alison carrying anything that had some connection to me. I knew that wasn't her intention she had admired the dragon glass in the vaults. Jormungandr was a powerful Asgardian legend to cling to, the stories of him were popular and images of him were used in many forms jewellery, armour, texts and fashion. He resonated with a lot of common folk as a child of struggle that his efforts would one day be rewarded. A bitter sweet fate really as his reward would probably be his fathers head. I'm not overly fond of that particular tale, but I am intrigued as to why Alison had chosen him. First the blades now the emblems it cannot be a coincidence.

Searching her mind was useless endeavour she'd learned too quickly the mist clogged the more gentle way in.

"I can feel you, you know." Her doe eyes flickered up from the set of throwing knives she fiddled with.

"Oh darling how I wish you would." Feigning shock with my hand on my heart I caused a small smirk to appear on those beautiful lips.

"So are you going to show me the purpose of all these things or are we going to spar all morning? As I have a country to run here." There she is... that straight spined Queen hidden beneath a graceful face.

"If you are to be a wise ruler, you need to be capable of escaping many sticky situations you'll no doubt get yourself into. You already have the physical skills to evade and escape capture. We can thank the Elves for that. Still, I want you to be efficient in using those telekinesis skills, with delicacy. We know you have strength there. That you can bend steel and explode doors, but can you pick a lock? Slip chain links without ripping your wrists off?" Slowly moving to stand behind her I tentatively pick up the iron manacles her finger tips grazed over.

"May I?" Dipping my head to look directly into those sweet green eyes. Gods. You were made for me.

"So polite today... have I not gotten on your last nerve yet?" Arching that damn brow with such a suggestive face. This woman will be the end of me.

"You sound astonished I can endure your company for a few minutes?"

"Well you're not exactly known for your restraint..." her tone was taunting goading me into yet another shouting match.

"I disagree. I believe all I have ever done is exercise my restraint with you in the room." Calming and polite, I can do this.

"On the contrary, your actions last night demonstrated otherwise." Mimicking my voice, she was mocking me? She rolled those pretty eyes with the comment.