Distorted Beauty {Pure Illusion Series: Book 4}

Chapter 12

A/N: Good morning!!! Or good afternoon for me ;) As you might have seen, I'm officially in the UK!! WHOOP WHOOP!! Which means a few things: fewer time to write and fewer time to update. You'll have to be patient for the next 6 weeks as I'm in school and such - I'll update when I can.

Anyways, our story seems to be in a fairly good place, am I right? Yay for cute chapters and such, only means disaster is on the way! I have an idea of where this story will end, just have to write it. Only 8 chapters to go! And of course, as always: enjoy!

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"What's the matter my Prince? Afraid?"

Sigyn smirked, her hand on her hip as she taunted the god who stood several feet away. The Prince crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes in her direction, insulted that she would accuse him, a Prince of Asgard, to be afraid.

"I am not afraid my dear, I only inquire as to why we are to partake in such a childish game."

The goddess rolled her eyes slightly and walked over to the god. Tugging on his arm lightly, and letting her fingers trail down his green t-shirt, she whispered low enough for him to alone hear.

"Because you are spellbound by my presence, are you not?"

Her mouth was dangerously close to his, her breath invading the air around him, so much so that he could nearly taste her lips. The god's muscles flexed under her hand and his body seemed to gravitate closer to her.

"There is sorcery upon your lips Lady Sigyn." He murmured, inclining his lips to meet hers.

A finger came between them and his green eyes flashed open in frustration to meet her blue ones. He was about to speak but the finger on his lips told him it was wise not to do so - she would pay for taunting him in such a way.

"Mmm, wouldn't you like to know? To bad you'll have to catch me!"

Sigyn's sultry voice faded in an instant and she returned to her bell-like fit of giggles. She dashed onto the jungle gym, racing to the top of the "castle" and beckoned for Loki to join her. The god, who was not used to participating in such Midgardian let alone childish activities, watched her for a moment and realized he would not hear the end of it if he did not come.

There were no other children out - school was in session and the fact that there was two grown adults on the playground seemed to detour every mother and her child away. The God of Mischief's long legs took no time to reach the top of the playground where she was, but just as he reached her, she threw herself into a hole in the playground and slid out of his view.

"Gotta keep up my love!" Sigyn's voice echoed from below him. Her blonde hair bobbed as she exited the slide, grinning up at the god.

Blowing through his lips, he flung him down into the dark hole of the slide. Around he went once or twice, he couldn't remember, before he finally came out at the bottom, expecting to see Sigyn when he did. She wasn't there.

Frustrated, he knitted his eyebrows together when he heard a soft laugh over his head. She was back aloft in the top of the jungle gym castle, waving for him to come back up.