Can you save me?

Part 11

Only a couple of hours could have passed when Syf was suddenly woken up by being shaken wildly by Loki. He was standing above her, grabbing her arms and shaking her again. His glowing bluish red eyes were watching her with sheer anger and impatience, through his open mouth she could hear how heavily he was breathing.

- Why are you always haunting me? - he shouted almost madly. – What do you want from me?

Syf looked at him sleepily, full of misunderstanding. His changes of mood didn't surprise or frighten her but she couldn't understand what was going on.

- What are you talking about? – she tried to wake up quickly because she felt that something was wrong with her guest. – Did I wake you up with something? I am sorry to hear...

And the situation became more and more dangerous every second.

Loki pulled out a silver dagger with one movement of his right hand and his smirking looked really vicious.

- Do you really think that I am a fool? - he asked slowly while playing with the dagger, turning it around his long fingers.

Syf seemed to be a little defensive but she stayed cool.

- I don't think you are a fool...

At the next moment Loki picked her up like a rag doll, pushed her against the wall, put his left palm on her stomach and held her tight while pointing his dagger at her heart. He stood so close to her that their bodies almost touched each other and she could breathe his sweet scent and hot breath. She tried not to panic but it was hard. Loki looked like as if he had gone crazy and no one could have stopped him.

- Oh, just be quiet! Stop acting so innocent. Do you really think that you can fool me? I know exactly who you are.

The old woman's eyes were full of questions. What the hell was he talking about? What had happened while she had been sleeping?

- Then please, tell me. Who am I?

Loki laughed hard, throwing his long hair back, then his laugh died suddenly and he looked deeply into her eyes, and stabbed the dagger into the wall, right next to her head.

- You can't fool me, Sjöfn. It is you.

Syf seemed to become a little annoyed.

- I have no idea what you are talking about...

- I know it is you! – Loki laughed like a maniac, showing her his white teeth. - You can make yourself disguised behind the body of your lovely grandmother, but you cannot deceive me. You made a fool of me for a while but I made a fool of you as well. I could persuade you that I believed your story, that you were really your grandmother, I allowed you to look into my mind and see those fake thoughts.

Syf looked confused and wanted to sit down but Loki didn't let her go.

- I say I have no idea what you...

Loki was watching her with an angry expression – more in his eyes than on his face.

- Stay where you are. You cannot defeat me. I knew your true identity since you talked about love.

- How come? – her voice sounded a little weak.

Loki smirked at her wildly.

- Well, actually I am quite impressed with your performance. I am really good at reading other people's minds but in the beginning you could completely outwit me and I thought that I was talking to your grandmother. But as soon as our conversation deepened, you dropped your defence and you allowed me to see what the situation actually is.

Syf shrugged as if she wouldn't care but she looked pale.

- It was not my intention. To let you read me.

At the same time, Loki seemed to be more satisfied.

- I thought so. But be proud of yourself. – he waved gracefully with his hand and his dagger disappeared within a second. - No one but the most powerful witches could close their mind in front of me.

At that moment the old woman transformed into me.

- Okay, you have won. – that was all I said. There was nothing more to be said.

Loki looked at me, full of pride and satisfaction. He didn't seem to be surprised and it was impossible to see his real emotions about seeing me again. His anger and madness disappeared quickly but I couldn't be sure about his next reaction.

His voice sounded strong and confident.

- I am the God of Mischief. No one can mislead and deceive me.

- Now I can see. - I replied calmly. What could I have done? I didn't feel that I should have apologised.

We were watching each other with growing tension. I wondered if he wanted to slap me on the face or punish me, but in the end he did nothing, just standing in front of me, staring at me and breathing deeply.

- I don't need your pity. - Loki said suddenly.