He had really done it this time; it would be in his best interest for him to never come around again because there's nothing worse than an extremely pissed off woman, well newly a goddess. But we both know better than that. I am foolishly and helplessly in love with the God of Mischief.
*Earlier that day*
Loki had been gone longer than normal which was unusual but then again I've been letting the Silvertongue of Asgard live with me, what was normal about that? It was around ten when he came barging through my bedroom door. "Loki, what is the meaning of this nonsense!?!?? I've been worried sick!" There was something off about him; he didn't have his normal composure and was lost for words, that was a first. I stood from the bed and walked to him, his head hung down. That's when I saw the change in him; the emerald green eyes that I loved to wake up to were replaced with a pair of eerie blue orbs. He was still silent and looked like there was an internal battle raging within him.
"Loki?" the word barely was a whisper, as I moved a stray lock of ebony hair from his face.
I was being to worry even more, if that was even possible.
"You're not safe here, I have to protect you."
And before I knew it he whisked me off my feet and teleported us to Asgard. Asgard was beautiful and under other circumstances I would have been thrilled to visit Loki's home but this was not how I had imagined it. We were in a lavish room, obviously his because it was adorned with green and gold furnishings. My head was still spinning as Loki laid me on his bed, was he really about to walk out the door and leave me? I hopped up not even attempting to control the rage inside of me.
"What is the meaning of this, Loki?....answer me damn it!!!"
My small voice echoed through the room. My hands instinctively clenched into fists at my sides as Loki paused at the door. He turned to face me stopping until we were only inches apart. The blue in his eyes had faded and it was apparent that he was my Loki again. His voice was soft and full of uncertainty when he spoke.
"I am sorry for what I am going to do, I couldn't risk losing you. Never doubt my love for you."
And just like that he materialized before my eyes, leaving me in a strange place. God he can be so infuriating. I went back and plopped myself down onto his bed, which I cannot lie, was very comfortable and slowly feel asleep.
When I woke up I hoped the events from last night were all a dream and that I would be tucked into my own bed with Loki lying beside me. Boy was I wrong; I was alone, I pinched myself to be sure. Nope. Nothing. Part of me just wanted to break down and cry while another part seriously just wanted to punch something. I went onto the balcony and paced back and forth before deciding to make the most of the situation. I had already began wondering up and down the golden halls of the palace before I realized what I was wearing, my skimpy pajamas. Once again I cursed myself and Loki; how could he do this? I managed to stumble my way into the gardens. A large tree caught my eye where two names were carved into the trunk. One of which was Loki's the other read Thor. I sighed and traced the lettering of my loves name; looking up the branches were low and close together, perfect for climbing. That's exactly what I did. Halfway up I stopped and perched myself precariously on a branch leaning back. That's when a thundering voice called up to me; startled I lost my balance and began to fall; landing in a pair of heavily muscled arms but not before smacking into a couple of branches on the way down. I immediately recognized the man, or should I say God, as Thor.
"My lady, how did you....who are you?" he was just as confused as me; but thankfully not angry.
"I'm just nobody; and as to how I got here you can ask your brother." I spat out bitterly. "Wherever the hell he is."
