❝I'M HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE CASTLE.❞
In which Nova Amodei desires the keys to the kingdom, and with Loki Laufeyson's help, she might just get what she wants.
[THOR: THE DARK WORLD]
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IT WOULD HAVE been no lie to say that Nova was something of a hedonist, always seeking out pleasure no matter what wicked form it took, but one awfully under-appreciated small joy she had certainly taken for granted was the possibility to take a proper shower. The kind worthy of a satisfied sigh, her eyes falling shut as the gentle, steaming water poured down against her bruised, wounded skin — though it was safe to say, it felt like an incomparable luxury to enjoy the unlimited hot water of Asgard's lavish castle. She had led a tough life, and as of late, she hadn't had much faith that she'd get to experience the finer things in life anymore, yet there she was, and all thanks to her naive, impulsive sister.
Not to mention, as far as instant relief went, washing the prison out of her system served well. She had never been the type of person to cower from flaunting her beauty, but days in the grim dungeon had drawn out the life in her and made it difficult to feel confident and proud. But, simply the knowledge that through Loki's grief, they were slowly gathering all the strings back into their own hands was more than enough reason to sigh contently while raking her fingers through her knotted hair.
She had never fit the stereotypical image of a princess, not beyond her knee-buckling smile and doe eyes, anyway, but she couldn't resist the gentle, cartoon-like humming while tiptoeing her way from the large bathroom to the even grander bedroom. On the bed, the armor of a warrior had been laid out, the metallic suit and leathery tights paired with a sharpened axe, and within seconds, the promising sight was pulling a grin from Nova. She wasn't sure if being gifted the weapon she was most skilled with was simply sheer luck or if Loki had played a hand in it, but she was grateful — and surprised by the stupid amount of trust being put into her.
Nova had barely gotten to reach for the armor when the door was knocked on and opened merely a second later, leaving her with a cocked eyebrow and the clothes in her hand. She was hardly alarmed by the interruption, but as soon as Loki had stepped in and spotted her in nothing but the fluffy towel that struggled to reach even her thighs, his mouth fell open and his eyes widened in realization.
"Forgive me", he uttered out instantly, his feet smoothly spinning him around so he was turning his back on her, though he made no move to leave the room. "I did not mean to intervene", he added, unsure what else to say, but Nova was quick to acknowledge his suave apology with a profoundly amused chuckle. Collecting all of her damp hair onto one of her shoulders, she leaned down to start tugging the clothes on, all the whilst giving Loki's back a glance and noticing the nervous rocking on his feet.
"Says the man who came in a split second after knocking", Nova finally responded, thoroughly entertained by the aimless fiddling of Loki's fingers as she got dressed. "Oh, have at it. I have no shame", she hoped to relieve him of his uneasiness, but the seductive tone only seemed to double the strain in his posture — Nova supposed that no matter how wicked and clever, all Asgardian men could be reduced to puddles with a little pressure at the right words. Then again, when it came to technicalities, Loki was no Asgardian, and perhaps that was exactly the allure of him.
