Loki, Unraveled|| NovaVerse 2

6|| Sunrise Negotiations

Word count: 2,388

"Loki, what the hell did you just do?" Nova yelled, slamming the large doors behind her. 

She was furious, fuming, seething- literally any synonym for furious you could think of.  Her hands were shaking in fists by her side to keep from strangling this stupid Loki's neck. Her temptation to do so was quite high- especially when he wouldn't stop smirking. 

"My dear Kaelar, I merely paved the way for our little charade to continue. Trust me, this was the only way to ensure our engagement remains convincing."

Nova scoffed. She walked to the dresser and wrapped her hands around the vase on top of it. 

All she wanted to do was hit Loki over the head with it. Maybe that would set him straight.

"You make no sense," she grumbled, "but I suppose that's what I'm supposed to expect from a lunatic."

Loki walked to her and stroked her cheek. She slapped his hand away.

"Well, my dear Kaelar, a bit of lunacy can make life more interesting, don't you think?" He grinned playfully. "Besides, I have my reasons, and I assure you they're not as crazy as they might seem."

Nova grabbed his green cape and tugged close to her, jerking his head. She scowled at him.

"What reasons?" She asked in a low voice. She then realized how close Loki's face was to her own and shoved him away. "And stop calling me that stupid name," Nova added.

"Very well, Kaelar," he said while dusting his clothes off, using her Asgardian name once more, "The reason is simple, really. I've just bought us some time, time to keep the suspicions at bay while we navigate this delicate situation- specifically my mother."

He paused, gauging her reaction before continuing, "You see, people in Asgard talk, and with your... unique presence, it won't be long before they start questioning your origins. My little engagement lie is a distraction, a way to keep them from prying too much, at least for now."

"Then what is my use after you're done with me? What if I tell them I am not your fiancé but your prisoner? Even if I can't, they will know I am not Asgardian. They'll find out, one way or another. You won't win this, Loki." She felt a sliver of hope. Maybe she could get out of this. Maybe everything would be okay.

"Nova, my dear, you underestimate the depths of my power," he replied, his voice taking on a softer tone. "I have no intention of using you and discarding you like a mere pawn. You are far more valuable than that."

He took a step closer to her, his green eyes locking onto hers. "As for the truth, well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But for now, let's focus on blending in and keeping your origins a secret. Trust me, it's in your best interest to cooperate, at least until we figure out our next move."

Loki's words were laced with a hint of sincerity, but Nova couldn't help but wonder how much of it was genuine concern and how much was part of his larger scheme.

But this meant that Loki didn't know what his next move was yet. Which meant that she could figure out hers before he did.

His eyes lit up.

"I have an idea..." He murmured. Oh, well. There went Nova's one advantage.

"Be prepared by eight in the morning," he said, smirking, and turned on his heel to the door.

"Wait- ready for what?" She yelled, but the door was already shut.

"Ugh." She flopped on the bed and shoved a pillow in her face. "Stupid god of mischief, more like god of annoyance," she said to herself.