Words Upon Words

Forget (Loki)

LOKI:

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A/N: Well here's another Loki one shot. For some reason those are some of the easiest types of one shots to write for me, I'm not sure why. 

Anyway, this one is showing a bit more of the, well, devious side to Loki I suppose. He does what he wants after all.

That's all I have to say I suppose! Have a lovely day and enjoy reading!

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"Am I supposed to be scared of you?" She asked him in a very defiant tone.

She was standing in front of him, not daring to look around at the bodies of her fellow soldiers lying scattered across the ground like seeds of desolation on the blood quenched earth. She was the very last. In her own opinion she should've died with them, she was their captain. A captain should go down with his or her soldiers. But the man was using her, mocking her no doubt.   

She didn't know who he was. If he was a terrorist he looked rather humorous for he was wearing a great  horned helmet atop his head, what looked to be at least 30 pounds of leather and metal, and he generally looked like he would bake in the heat of the desert sun and die before she needed to harm him.

   And yet he'd just proved himself dangerous; he had killed her whole squadron with hardly any apparent effort. Who was this man?  

She steadied her hand on her gun, one more step and at least she could try to shoot him full of holes to avenge her men.   

He smiled in a way that would've made her shudder had the battle and the blood not made her immune to feeling anything at the moment. 

  "You should be terrified of me darling." His blue eyes met hers with a jolt of intensity. The man was enjoying this far too much.

    She grunted, keeping her weapon aimed at the point in between his bright eyes, "'Darling' is a term of endearment. Don't use it on me please. Take your pick of vulgarities. I've heard 'em all. Or better yet just tell me what you want and why you've just brutally murdered my men and are leaving me standing on my own two feet before I attempt to shoot you and avenge them with your death."  

He was taller than her but she'd dealt with this even before coming, being frowned upon for being one of the few women brave enough and talented enough to make it farther up in the chain of command. She wasn't scared at all.  

"Oh dear, I fear I don't tend to do that. I prefer eloquence to vulgarity. And I do suppose I should answer your question before you're under my control. I am Loki, of Asgard. And my purpose here is simply to see who is worthy." He smirked a little and sheathed the knife he'd been holding priorly. He was staring her down, looking her over.   

She never took her eyes off of her target even as he gazed at her. Her combat helmet had long since fallen off and her bun had come loose, leaving strands of hair sticking to the side of her face and neck. The rest of her was covered in armour and camouflage, the usual. The sun was beating down on her, sweat dripped methodically down her face and into her eyes.  

"Worthy of what exactly?" Her face betrayed no emotions she may have been feeling.   

"Being my slave, of course. You will do fine. Now pledge your loyalty to me and kneel." He said in a smooth voice like water running over rocks, sanding them down.   

"You blasted idiot. You think you can kill my whole squad and expect me to KNEEL at your request?! BAH." Her composure went from collected to rage in less than the span of a blink. "You killed more than just my men though. You killed my friends, the closest thing I have to family in this arid desert, and my fiancé. I will not kneel to their murderer....." Her voice gained a cold edge. Her eyes became moist but she pushed the tears back and steadied her stance in front of this horned loon.