The Mischievous Pair

Sixteen

(Narrator)

For the next few months they visited each. He brought her to Asgard and showed her all the beauty's. She got to meet Sif and all of Thor and Loki's friends even though Thor didn't seem to be pleased about it. When they were on earth she took him to her cave home, places she had been and to most of the attractions humans went to. Everywhere they went something seemed to bother them, like someone watching over them. She had thought she had seen Death a few times in the shadows but when she looked again he was gone. They spent all the days together like normal human being, and the nights like Demon and gods, teleporting from place to place, or flying around. Loki took her to dinner in the Asgard gardens, and she took him to movies.

"This is so wonderful." She would tell him. He would agree although something in his heart told him to pull away. Something told him to leave and never look back, but he dismissed it and leaned his head on hers which rested on his shoulder. He taught her about the universe and told her stories about his parents.

"My mother died when I was little." She began looking up at the stars.

"I remember putting my tiny hands in her cold ones and begging for her to speak, father was jealous of the mortal men she spent time with. He wanted to make her pay but knew if he killed them he would be messing with mortal affairs and would have to deal with the gods. So he went after the one the gods least expected, his own wife. I never knew more then about that, I thought my father was one of the men she spent time with. Then I got wings and she explained my father was magical. Anyways he took his vengeance one night after I had gone to sleep. He came into our home like usual, was greeted by my mother and simply did it. He tool his death dagger and drove it through her heart like she was a rag doll." She said looking down and wiping the tears.

"You watched didn't you?" He asked and she nodded.

"I was waiting for her to turn her back so I could take a chocolate chip cookie. I wasn't expecting him to come." She looked up and him.

"Weren't you scared?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Not of him. He looked normal except his wings. I was more afraid of losing my mother then of him hurting me. I crawled over to her body past him and grabbed her hand. It was already cold. I held it until she turned into dust and went onto his dagger. That's when o became scared of him. He knelt down beside me and held out his hand. He didn't explain anything, he just grabbed me and flew off. I never seen that place since. I grew up in the world of death. Nothing like the dead walking around trying to be free. And the screams, those were the worse." She said Sighing. He slid closer to her taking her hand in his and squeezing it tightly.

"Don't worry I'll never let that happen to you again." He told her kissing her forehead. When thy were apart they dreamt of touching one and other again. Just a simple touch of the hand showed how much they loved one and other. When he would see her shiver he would pull off his cloak and hang it over her shoulders making sure to keep her warm. Everything was perfect for the two, they didn't see what was coming.