Fear

Wrong feelings

Notes:

Time for feels:3

or at least a touch of it.

idk, I loved writing this chapter.

Hey, look! It looks like a pyramid! Wow!

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just read...

When you finally reached the cabin, you were rather cold. The wind had been tearing at your clothes for a long while, and it was much stronger on top of these cliffs than down by the beach, which was protected by the steep hills.

Shivering slightly from the cold, you stepped past Loki, who was holding the door, and into the small cabin. It was surprisingly cozy, looking so raw on the outside, with small beds in two corners, a fireplace in the third and a table with four chairs in the fourth. A woolen rug had been placed in the middle of the cabin.

There were windows on each side of the door, which looked out upon the sea, and one between the beds in the wall on the opposite side of the door. You sank down on one of the chairs, hugging yourself to regain some warmth. When Loki stepped in behind you, he saw that you were shaking and asked if he should light the fireplace. You denied, thinking it would not be necessary. When you refused to let Loki take care of you, he lent you his shirt. It was too big, but cozier, and as you felt the warmth spread in your body you rose from the table to see what Loki was doing. He was standing by a worktop that was placed along the wall between the fireplace and a bed, and you noticed he was reading something. When he realized you were watching him, he quickly crumpled the paper in his hands and hid it in a pocket. You decided not to ask about it, for even a prince deserved to have his secrets, and instead turned to look out of the window.

It was a beautiful sight; the sea stretched out as far as your eyes could reach, the sun's reflection glimmering beautifully in the water. There was a short piece of land outside of the door, where the horses stood. They weren't tied; Loki had told you that they didn't run away unless he gave the command. You caught a little pride in his voice, and it hit you that he had probably trained these horses himself.

This time, you were one step ahead, and heard him when he sneaked up behind you. Instinctively, you spun around and grabbed his hands before he could sneak them around your waist. You forced your eyes to meet his, still holding his hands, but you didn't know what to say, so you just stood there. He looked a little shocked, but the shock disappeared as fast as it came. His deep emerald eyes locked yours and you felt lost in their beauty. He was just standing there, watching you, and after a while, you felt your hands relax, and now he was holding your hands. His hands were warm around your ice cold fingers, and he unconsciously stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

Then, all of a sudden, he released your hands, only to place his own upon your cheeks. Before you had time to react, he leaned in and kissed you.

At first, your mind twisted itself while trying to figure out what was going on; when it did, your brain practically screamed at you to stop, to run, to hide. Still, you didn't. For just a second, you stood still. Then you kissed him back. He tasted like he smelled, sweet but dangerous. Although right now you couldn't think of him as dangerous. Your mind felt like an earthquake, your emotions flew around at the speed of light, but his lips felt so fantastic against yours that you didn't want to let go.

You knew that you wanted this, you knew how you felt, but you couldn't help but feel a little relieved when he finally broke the kiss. Your eyes met his, once again, and this time there was a fire burning in his eyes that you could only associate with one thing: lust.