Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

25- She Did.

Hello, my darlings! :)

Here's a chapter, which is rare, considering I rarely post on Fridays!

Did anyone notice that I accidentally wrote "Rani" instead of "Loki" for a sentence last chapter? Haha, I'm already in adaptation form. Btw, I slowed down slightly on that to write Kidnapped at a faster pace. Starting summer, on days when I have nothing going on, I'm going to edit one chapter over for Blue Moon, which, for the first half of the book, basically means re-writing it, and then spending the next day writing a new chapter for Kidnapped.

Out of curiosity for any of y'all, here is my list of favorite characters to write:

1. Thea (sort of natural)

2. depending on my mood, Loki and Videl are usually tied here

3. Caomh (He's a bit boring right now, but omg, I grow to love him. He's so delightfully evil and such a drama queen.)

4. Kyle and Jack, and sometimes Max

Least Favorite? Probably Steve and Archer, to be honest. And Mansar wasn't that much fun.

~Music~

Voice of Rushing Waters (City of the Fallen)

Mordred's Lullaby (Heather Dale)

Sorry no edit... I'm getting quite sleepy...But here's a lovely, heartbreaking gif of Loki! :)

Speaking of heartbreaking...have fun with the chapter! Especially the end 

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Sorry, large author's note.

Chapter Twenty-Four

~Nobody's POV~

The next morning, Loki wakes up tangled in luxurious blankets and sheets with his strong arms around Neidra's bare shoulders. Both of their black hair is mussed, and Loki moves his from his face before reaching down to kiss Neidra right next to her ear. His eyes are silver.

As he moves to stand, he feels long fingers around his bicep. He turns to see Neidra looking tiredly at him, but there is deep satisfaction in her silver, shining eyes. 

He does not notice the satisfaction, or the cruel smirk on her lips. Instead he says, his voice still gravelly, "Sleep, my sweet. I go to the palace, and then to Midgard today."

"For what reason?" Her smirk is growing. 

"My daughter of course," says Loki, getting up from the bed. He begins to dress, and says over his shoulder, "The sooner I can find her, the quicker we may yet rule this realm together."

"And what shall you do when you find her?" asks Neidra with the anticipation of a child being handed a prize. 

As Loki fastens his belt around his waist, he also fingers the scabbard attached. As Neidra watches, he unsheathes it, holding the wicked blade in his hand, the blade that now drips with something clear, slightly sticky, but irrevocably dangerous. 

"I shall..." Loki stutters, staring at the dagger. His hand has begun to shake, and his eyes begin to show the slightest shade of green.

Neidra stands, not even wrapping a blanket around her body, only half-hidden in the shadows of the dawn. She walks up to Loki and wraps her arms around his neck. He takes a shuddering breath as she murmurs something in a foreign tongue, then whispers, "Do it. Forget about that devotion that is tying you down to a rock, tying you down so that it prevents what is truly in your heart."