BLACK LIES
book one in the 'chaos series'
in which a goddess falls apart because of love and a power she had no place in controlling overcoming her, threatening the lives of those around her, including the god she finds herself tied to by love.
LOKI...
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22| THE ACTIONS OF A BOY
The aura of Jotunheim was cold, icy and not at all welcoming, but Lusine could no have cared less for she was here for the blood shed and nothing else. The surroundings are empty and blank. It lies in ruins, destroyed from the last devastating war that hit this realm with all its ruthlessness. War was not kind to its inhabitants, its victims. It seemed the winners had it bad and the losers had it worse.
As Sif spoke, Lusine did not listen. She did not listen to Thor either. Her eyes were fixed on the decimated landscape, the ruins of stone and the land that used to be. She wondered what it was like before war cast its spell. Perhaps there were happy lives going on here with potential for greatness, but she would never know the true extent of Jotunheim's nature.
Now all she could see was a calamitous landscape.
One voice snaps her out of her distant daydream of petulance. It's icy and trenchant; it runs down Lusine's spine and rings in her ears. That was a commanding voice, one which could not be ignored. "You've come a long way to die, Asgardians." It booms out, echoing around the emptiness.
"I am Thor Odinson of Asgard!" Thor announces causing Lusine's eyes to roll heavily. He was obnoxious and arrogant, simple minded and ignorant, but some how Lusine admired his bravery. If she wasn't so wrapped up with Loki, Lusine would try her luck with him.
"We know who you are," The booming voice calls out once more. Her lips pull into a smile, she steps to her side slightly and her arm brushes against Loki's. He's cold, colder than usual, but Lusine smiles at him all the same. If he didn't know the truth of her eyes, her smile would warm him.
Thor steps forward boldly, hammer in hand, and asks," How did your people get into Asgard?" His fingers curl tightly around the handle of his hammer. He was ready for a fight too.
"Asgard is full of traitors," He confirms what Thor hoped was not true. Lusine runs a finger along the tip of her spear nonchalantly, but beside her Loki swallows his nerves. Her response to fear wasn't natural. She blocked it out as if it were nothing but a gust of wind in the grass.
She looks up when she feels the eyes of the Frost Giant on her. Meeting his gaze, she grabs a hold of her spear with the intent to defend. "You've made a mistake, Thor Odinson," He begins, "Bringing a Volkov with you, especially one so... unstable. Perhaps she is the traitor you're looking for amongst your ranks."
Lusine's heart lurches with baleful anger at his lies. She steps forward, her intent very clear to those around her, but Loki grabs her wrist and pulls her back to his side. "Not now, not yet," He whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Trust me, you'll get your chance to spill the blood of these worthless beings."
"I trust you, Loki. When have I ever not trusted you? You know me like the back of your hand," She breathes, letting her eyes flutter closed at the calming contact. "Love is trust."
