Frozen heart

Chapter 8 (small Loki POV!!)

How dare they not help her? My hand grips to steering wheel of the mortal vehicle with crushing strength.
She fucking fell unconscious!

Once I get to Jane's house, I angrily pack up me and Y/n's things, as well as Thor's. I hate acting like a servant.

A few hours later, we discharge Y/n from the hospital, and are transported to Asgard using the bifrost. I'm finally able to turn back to my Jotun form again, and I breathe a sigh of relief; it's so degrading to have to wear a pale mask of skin to be treated well.

I grab her hand, but then I remember what Thor told me about being around a woman, to be gentle, and I eased my grip on her. I hope she notices how hard it try to be gentle with her.

Her hands are calloused, in the spots where you would hold a quill or a pen. She's worked hard for her scholarship to the University of Asgardian Science, and her hands tell the same story.

While my hands are soft and smooth, for I have never had to work a day in my life. It's true, being a prince comes with that kind of privilege. I wonder if she notices that my skin is less frozen and bitter when I touch her...

We walk across the bifrost, and in front of us, Thor wraps his arm around Jane's waist.
Damn do I wish I could hold Y/n like that.

She squeezes my hand as we get to the palace, and Thor practically has to peel me away from her to take me to my chambers. While we walk, he starts to speak.

"I notice you weren't crushing Y/n when you were holding her hand, good job." He says, as if talking to an infant.

"I am not a child, Thor."
I pause.
"But thank you." Thor smiles his sickeningly sweet and wholesome smile, and I swear I almost gag.
"And I will need more advice than just 'don't be mean' and 'be gentle' to woo her."

"First off, Loki, never say 'woo' around Y/n. Mortals are, for some reason, repulsed by that word."
I nod, as if acknowledging a professor.
"And also, you have to be clear with your words. Women don't like mixed signals."

"But—" I start.

"No buts. Tell her something sweet. That's your homework." Thor says as we get to my chamber door.

"Homework? What in the nine realms is that?" I inquire, fascinated by the word.

"Work students are forced to do outside of school." He explains.

"Sounds ghastly."

"It is."
Thor sighs and shrugs.
"Anyway, I'll see you at dinner tonight."

Before I can say another word, Thor walks away, leaving me in the guest chambers.

That night at dinner:
My stomach feels weird, like butterflies. I've never been nervous around a woman, or anyone for that matter, but Y/n just... I can't explain it. I damn hope she feels the same way.

She sits near the end of the large table, which I sit next to her. She looks even more beautiful today, if that's even possible. Am I acting too desperate?

I guess I should try to flirt.

Gods save me.