Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

Deal with the (possible) devil

Isabelle's POV

Silence. The annoying ticking of my iron man clock (Don't ask. Forced presents can surely be a pain in the... you know what. I really have to get rid of it). Nothing happened. I opened my eyes carefully. The dagger had stopped barely an inch away from my chest and Loki's face was occupied by a dark, dangerous expression that made me shiver yet not scared. "I've tried it the nice way.", he whispered in my ear. He was close enough so I could feel his breath on my ear. He made another step in my direction, causing me to step away from him, until my back hit the wall and he was pressing me against it. His closeness distracted me from the without doubt brilliant plan I had just come up with to escape his firm grip. Dagger and possible death what? "I have been cast out of Asgard and stripped off nearly all my powers, until I redeem myself. You know, I am not planning on spending a life that's destined to be glorious and powerful, on a realm posessed by puny mortals. So you are going to help me. And nobody shall ever hear about my forced presence on this realm." Wait, what?! I know for a fact that I haven't been consulted about that. "Am I?", I asked in the most sassy way possible, while his warm body held me captured and made my body tense up. He brought the blade closer to my skin and I could feel its sharpness. He smiled at me. "Yes you are." That obviously wasn't a question. I knew that I could have tried to fight him. Maybe I would have succeed despite the fact of him being a god with magical powers and all that. But as I stared into his beautiful green eyes, he made me curious. I realised, that a tiny, possibly suicidal part of me didn't want him to leave. Or for him to be held in a cell again, like the Avengers had just a few months ago. He excited me in a way, no other man had ever been capable of. And I didn't want to give this feeling up yet. "Fine. Let's say, I agree. What's my advantage?", I asked. He frowned, at if it was new to him to be confronted with somebody who actually questioned his actions. "Well... I won't kill you. And you have the privileged pleasure of my presence.", he said smoothly. Well, weren't that proper arguments. "I want to see it." He blinked. "What?" "Asgard. Thor told a lot of stories about it... Sounds like a pretty good place for vacation." He didn't answer right away, obviously weighing up the pro's and con's for a risk like this. "I help you redeem yourself, tell nobody your ass is stuck here and you take me to Asgard. Do we have a deal?", I precised my offer. Loki tilted his head. "Very well then... You got yourself a deal, as mortals would put it." So fast that I had not even a chance to react, he took my wrist and gently made a precise cut with his dagger. I wheezed, more in shock than in pain and snatched my wrist from his grip. "What the hell?!" Loki rolled his eyes and cut his own wrist, deeper than mine, without showing the slightest sign of pain besides gritting his teeth a little. Steady red drops of blood formed on his pale wrist, flowing down his hand. For some reason, my gaze fixed on them, observingly. I was in a strange way excited. "Where I come from, bargains are sealed with blood." He looked at me expectandly. Obviously I had no choice. Sighing, I held my slightly bleeding wrist up and he took it and placed it against his own, so that our blood would mix. Again, I was surprised by the gentleness of his cold touch. Probably I should have been disgusted by that, but I wasn't. He kept staring into my eyes, before he released my hand. "I recommend, you hold your end of the bargain. If I find out that you told anybody about my... unintentionally presence on this realm... you will no longer be capable of regretting your foolish action. Do you understand?" I nodded. He did not even have to be explicit to let me know what he would do to me if I didn't obey his demands. And actually, I hadn't even been planning on telling anybody. Everybody would just overreact and assemble a group of the most powerful beings on this earth to eliminate the as human probably easy target Loki. Except this group already excisted. 'Fury's secret boy band', as Tony put it. The Avengers, who had proved once before, that they were capable of beating Loki. Except now he was prepared. I shook my head. This time was different. Loki's intentions were simply returning to his fancy home town while probably planning a big revenge on his father, an A+ parent as I've heard. Not destroying an entire planet. At least, I hoped so. Loki taking a step away from me, teared me from my thoughts. He was still looking at me with a calculating gaze that made me uncomfortable. It was probably wrong of me to trust the biggest troublemaker in existance who proved several times that he had no problems with killing. I had to distract him before planning the next step. "Do you want breakfast? Geez, I'm starving." Real subtle, Isabelle. He blinked. "I am not exactly hungry, Isabelle." I shivered at the emphasis of my name in that smooth voice of his. That was probably the first time he said my name. I liked how it sounded from his lips. "Well, then at least try to be useful, okay? I'm gonna... go to the bathroom now. Don't disappear into thin air or run away or something, okay?" He frowned, what I took as agreement. "Good. Be right back."

As I returned from the bathroom twenty minutes later, I immediately knew something was wrong. Oh dear god, please make that he didn't blow my kitchen up or something. But as I arrived at the kitchen, a completely different, unexpected sight met my eyes. I bit back a smile as I saw Loki standing in all his out-of-this-world armour and appearance before such a profane thing as a toaster, totally desperated. Wait a second, was he threatening the toaster with his dagger?! "YOU DAFT, TREACHEROUS MORTAL THING, I DEMAND YOU TO SURRENDER THE WHITE BREAD I ACCIDENTALLY ENTRUSTED YOU!" Wow. I leaned against the doorway. This scene promised to be good fun. Unfortunately, he discovered me standing there, though I have to admit, I wasn't exactly inconspicuous.
"This evil thing has ulterior motives!", he told me exasperated, "It is holding your white bread captive since three minutes- WHAT IN THE NAME OF ODIN'S BEARD?!", Loki jumped a little as the toasts jumped up. I grinned. Aww. He seemed so much younger and even a bit innocent while contemplating about my poor toaster being some kind of evil spirit. This proved my in the bathroom adopted opinion, that as long as I didn't know his side of the story, I couldn't exactly confront with or blame him for the events in New York. He didn't seem to be whole-heartedly evil or insane. "This is a toaster", I told him, feeling like explaining something to a toddler. "It toasts bread, see? And it's a technic device, so it takes some time and gives you the bread back in the end." He looked like he wanted to add something, as my answearing machine went on. "Hey sweetheart!", my dad's voice resounded through the room. "How's my little girl? Oh I'm on my way to you, by the way. Be over in five. Jarvis, stop this suit from trying to remove my crotch protection! AHHH WHAT THE-" Click. I frowned about the crotch part, then realisation hit me. "Oh no!" Loki frowned. "Was that the man in the suit of iron? Tony Stark?" I closed my eyes. Way to destroy relations. Or not-existing ones. "Yup." Loki seemed startled. "Oh, I should have known!", he muttered to himself, looking around agitated. "Well, he will be here soon, so I suggest you hide yourself.", I told him. Shit. Tony Stark was a genius and my dad, so he usually catched me when I lied. Loki narrowed his eyes. "I will do so, mortal. But I have my eyes on you. You better not try to betray me." With that, he disappeared into thin air. From Isabelle to 'mortal'. I detect a whole positive progress here. I sighed and concentrated on my current tasks. Hiding the truth about me being up this early, for example.