I walked down the huge hall, the sound of my heels echoing in the thick silence. There was no one around who could save me from what I was just about to do. I was on my own. And realizing that sent cold shivers down my spine. It was too late to return and even though fear began to overtaking me, I wasn't willing to leave. I needed to see that bastard face to face, confined in that cage, and mock him, just like he had mocked me. The need of revenge was stronger than the fear creeping up my body.
The circular crystal cage was immense; he was giving his back to me. I opened the door wide enough for me to enter and closed it immediately. He spun around, his characteristic smirk spread across his face. I closed my hands in tight fists and clenched my jaw. I hated that smirk.
"I was expecting you, mortal." He placed his arms on his back. "I knew you were coming."
"Then you also know what I came here for." I crossed my arms on my chest and stood with my legs spread.
His smile grew wider. "Oh, yes. I am very aware of it."
"Then why are you smiling?" I asked, full of anger. "Is it funny to know that you're going to die?"
He let out a low laugh. "No, dear, it's funny that you actually think you are able to kill me." He began to walk towards me.
My right hand landed on the gun I had tied on my right hip on instinct. He glanced down at the gun and stopped; a smirk crept upon his lips and then he faced me. He continued to walk towards me. I pulled out the small gun and held it as firmly as possible in both my hands. I was shaking and the grip on the gun became tighter.
"Don't you give another step, Loki." I commanded, trying so hard to keep my voice calm and steady. "I'm warning you."
He laughed loudly without stopping to walk in my direction. I wanted to step backwards and leave before he came any closer. The entrance wasn't that far and I had a huge advantage over him, but my legs didn't obey the commands of my brain. I couldn't move and, for one moment, I thought I couldn't breathe either.
"Shoot." His velvety voice snapped me out. He was closer, dangerously closer to me.
"What?" I inquired, surprised.
"Shoot." He repeated. "Shoot me. If that is what you desire so much, if killing me will make you feel better, then shoot. Pull that trigger and end with my life." He stopped and opened his arms, inviting me to actually pull the trigger.
I started to shake even more and Loki noticed it.
"That's what I thought." He said smugly. And the he disappeared, just to re-appear one second later right before my eyes.
His sudden appearance startled me and I gave two steps backwards. His right hand took both my wrists and pulled me towards him; the tip of the gun pressed against his chest. I gasped from the strength he used. I looked up at him, afraid. He must have read the fear all over my face because he started to laugh.
"If you really wanted me dead, you would have pulled that trigger without hesitation, now wouldn't you?" His hand began to wrap tightly around my wrists. I yelped in pain and a grimace crept upon my face as I let go of the gun helplessly.
The gun landed on the floor and I looked down at it. He kicked it away immediately, out my reach. His strength diminished but he kept holding my wrists. I looked up at him, mi lips slightly parted in awe at the sight of the incredibly tall god. I had never really paid attention to Loki's features; I was way too locked in my hatred to even notice him at all. Pale, smooth skin, long black hair, thin red lips, sharp cheekbones and piercing blue-green eyes. He was beautiful. But there was such a monster underneath all that beauty.
