Hell or High Water (#Wattys2016)

•You Mess With The Truth•

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The rain has stopped by the time they decide on a restaurant. Three straight days of somber weather and people were anxious to get out during the weekend. In Charlie's mind, rain is a welcomed change. Where it ruined someone's day, it lightened hers. The sun was attempting to peak out from behind several obdurate, and corpulent clouds. To Charlie, it had seemed like more of a golden eye watching them, watching and waiting for some forbidden thing hovering over them both and was suddenly overcome with chills. She could not pinpoint why she felt the urge to run, run away from the appallingly bright day, and never come back.

They are currently seated in one of her favorite restaurants, not that she could wrap her head around the fact yet, and proceeded to ask why this alleged 'Loki' had taken interest in her of all people. Also not going particularly well. From what he explained already, his father had sent him to Midgard as more of a punishment. Apparently inviting your father's once sworn enemy into the palace in order to gain approval did not go over without consequences on Asgard.

Furthermore his brother, ironically the God of Thunder himself, is somewhere on Midgard after falling for some 'Earth imbecile' and that even Heimdall (again ironic) has trouble persuading him to return. Until then, Asgard needed a king, as Odin (because an entire family had decided to play into this guy's delusions) was still occupied by 'Odinsleep'.

Whatever that is.

And in order to rule, what does just about every king need? A bride. A frakking bride of all things. What is this, The Princess Diaries?

Although, that movie was everything to her growing up.

Before this however, it was a well kept secret that Jotunns were capable of reading Aura'. Most notably Aura's that delt explicitly with mortals, something to do with a evil Mages' penalty placed on a disobedient ancester, but Charlie was only half listening. Apparently Loki had gotten a good look at Charlie and decided her future for her, no matter how many times she firmly stated that she did not want to be married.

That certainly explained the coffee incident this evening.

Charlie found herself having to ask the one question, the one that was sure to either make him leave, or worse, explain his deep interest in the character he was portraying and in turn bore her to death. It was on the tip of her tongue since she met him. Who could blame her anyway?

"So, are you a Cosplayer?"

"Why are mortals focused entirely on mundane things and fail to know their history? No, I am not a 'Cosplayer'. I don't even know what that implies. What would give you such a silly assumption?"

Charlie threw him a look that said he must really think she was stupid, she also noticed his tone had taken a more conceited route than before. Loki simply studied his nails as if they were the most interesting specimens in the world.

She frowned, fork clinging against the plate loudly as she folded and unfolded a napkin. She was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt, but she was beginning to get the impression he that is spoiled. If there is anything she disliked in this world it's a spoiled brat. Her parents had taught her the value of hard work, and she wanted to keep that sense of value.

"Well, most of 'us mortals' know you aren't real. A myth. I mean, how long did you think you could keep this going? You're miles from a convention and -"

"Myth? I assure you, I am no myth!"

"Okay, I understand you love Cosplay, I see the whole 'I'm regal so bow' thing you've got going, but -"