I'll Fight for You

Ch:4

If looks could kill the Nord would be lying mangled and bleeding by now. Something has upset her and he wanted to know why. Was it cause of the sketchbook?

"I thought you and I have become companions over these past few days. Now you have become cold and angry, have I upset you?" her eyes met the padded floor. "Talk to me Tabitha." this time he came off aggressive. Her eye softened as her gaze came up back to his.

"Nothing I'm fine Loki."

"You can't lie from somebody who has perfected it." He raised a hand gesturing it to himself. Loki was very stern he wasn't going to give this up. He placed a hand to his hip leaning on his staff. "Have I upset you? Was it somebody else?" she shook her head slightly and fixed her eyes back to the ground.

"You and I are a lot alike and in many ways we are very different. The pass few days with you here have been interesting and to be honest I do see you as a friend. Looking at you sometimes I see a double of myself." she let out a small sigh. "That sketch book has a lot of memories in it, some i want to remember forever and some are....reminders." The last word came off sorrowful. "Nobody knows about it or my drawings except Kale. I only told you because, well like I said its like another me. When I saw the page it had fallen to I tensed up. I was mad and I threw it on you. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." Those brown orbs were glossy; she was filled with a lot of emotion. He knew what it was like to be protective of something and then when someone was to touch it you attack someone you don't mean to. Frigga popped into his mind, his mother loved him to no end and he has yet to ever apologize for all his outburst against her.

"Do you mind if I ask who the man was?" Her fist clenched and she grit her teeth then in a instant it was gone.

"My father." That left him with more questions. Why was he that way? Why did he look so menacing? Is he a memory or a reminder? They stood there in silence; Tabitha reached over and grabbed another staff spinning it in her palm. "If you want to know more." the pole slammed into ground” you'll have to beat me first" her voice was cheerful again, almost as if the little talk didn't happen. "I saw some news clips of you and your glowing scepter, you should do fine with just that."

"How come you know so much of me but nobody else seems to recognize my face?"

"I told you, you have to beat me first if you want more answers."

“But it's completely unrelated?" her stick came slamming down towards his head. The god stopped the attack before it made contact.

"As far as you know it is."

'How is this any way related?’ Her attacks were relentless they kept coming down on him. He could hardly throw in a hit. He watched for a miss step a weak spot, nothing. Her blows appeared so conditioned like if this was second nature to her. There! The god swiped the stick below her ankles then tossing it back over his shoulder to plant it on her side. Just as he spun she was in midair, his plan failed. He found himself pinned with the staff against his neck.

"I win" the man below her smiled and then faded into nothing. "What!?" She was then pushed flat onto the mat her arms stretched out spread eagle the staff just a few inches from her face. The nord stood at the other end grinning at her. "Loki! You dirty rat! Magic does not count!"

“The deal was I win I get more answers, you didn't specify how." Fair is fair, rules were not specified on the agreement. She should have thought of that beforehand. She let out a loud huff throwing her head to its side. "What is that on your neck?" a thick red line almost looking like the end of a root caught his eye. It started just at her hair line near her spine and it looked to continue down wards. She snapped back to face him. "Tabitha?"