･• Energy ･•

･•Prisoner or Pet･•

A few days had come and gone.

Why was she in Asgard and as a prisoner, nonetheless.

In that moment, her thoughts
were drowned out by the sound of a knock at the door.
A guard shuffles inside, presenting a stainless dome platter.

Setting the platter atop the table, he shifts, his heels tapping against the marble floor.

"I need to talk to Odin."

"He is the King and you will address him as such."

"He may be a King, but he is not my King." She held her ground, her words sharp.

She had no intention of calling that man, King.
She was not Asgardian and therefore, saw no reason to acknowledge one as such.
He may rule over Asgard, but his rule meant nothing, when It came to her.

"It would be wise, to watch your tongue girl, or dare to lose it." The guard hissed.

Her heart rate increases and her teeth clench behind her lips, she speaks, attempting to level herself, though her voice had been far from 'calm', "I need to speak with Odin."

The guard raises a hand, "Insolence. You dare raise your voice to me!"

Mechelle's body reacts, flinching, raising her hands upon instinct.

"Malf!" The second guard bellows, "Be wise of your actions. Strike her and the King will have your head."

He scoffs, ankling in the opposite direction, and taking his leave.

Relaxing her arms beside her, laboured breathing, she could feel the adrenaline vacating her body.
She felt sick, her head throbbing, in such a violent manner. 

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, she attempts to steady her breath.

If he had struck her, what would she have done?
She wasn't the type to run. If anything, she would have fought back. Well, she would have tried, to say the least.
A man his size, could break her in two. But, she wouldn't let that stop her. His size, that is.
If he had broken her body in two, that would have been the end of her.

Her appetite had vanished. Although, she hadn't been certain if she had one, beforehand.

Air.

She rises, ambling out and onto the balcony.

Breathe.

Gradually, the qualm within dissolves. As she gazes ahead, soaking in the beauty that lies before her.

This truly is a Gods world.

The gentle breeze against her skin, tranquilizing her rattled nerves.
She inhales, exhaling sharply.
Perhaps, it had been time to admit that she'd never return home.
However, that would not halt her attempts.

A voice speaks, abruptly, "Am I to understand that you have requested an audience, with me." His statement, seemed far from that of a question.

Shifting her gaze in his direction, her brows furrow, "I requested an audience with Odin." She hadn't hesitated, emphasizing the word, as If to mock the God before her.

A low chuckle, emitting from his throat, "It seems as though you suffer from amnesia."

"No, I don't."

"Then, had my statement not been clear? You are merely a prisoner."

"The fact that I am a prisoner, has nothing to do with the fact that I want to speak to Odin." Her words, honest, "Why the hell am I here?"

Loki observes the mortal nose of him.
The features on her round face suited her, of all things.
Her bi-color hair was unusual, though her sable roots had settled in nicely.
Oddly, they hadn't tampered the bright colors atop her head.
Her pierced lip seemed different, yet somehow, it hadn't affected those luscious lips of hers. Her nose being pierced as well, added to the sudden, mystery.
Her chocolate brown eyes bore a story, one she hadn't intend to tell.
Her freckles were visible, but only to those who approached her.

Her skin was an autumn golden honey tone. Although, far from flawless, It had no affect on her beauty. Next to him, her height had been no threat. She was of short stature. His frame would undoubtedly overtake her own. Her breasts were large, her hips were wide, and she had thick thighs. Aside from these physical features, her shoulders differ from a typical woman. They were wide, although far from manly.

Loki revels, within, at the sight before him. He then knew, what title the woman before him would bear.

Pet.

His pet, in particular.
She hadn't been his taste, but he required a new toy.
Something to keep him entertained, or rather, someone.

"Answer me." Her demands were clear.

Drawing him out of a daze, the corner of his lips stretch into a smirk, toward her response. "Take caution, girl. I could take your life, with a snap of my fingers. It would be wise, to hold your tongue." He threatens, "In the end, you should be thanking me. After all, I've spared your life." His callous tone, sent a shiver down her spine.

He frightened her. His chilling voice, harsh gaze.
But, she refused to back down.

"And why did you?"

"Silence, pet." He spat.

Without exchanging another word, Loki vanishes before her eyes.

An illusion.

Exhaling, releasing the breath of air she had been holding, the moment he approached her. Her strength deserts her body, leaving her exhausted.

She was a mortal, residing in a Gods world.
She had no intention of fighting, but she hadn't plan to give in either.

I will correct (any) mistakes, at a later date.

Arigatō Gozaimasu ✩*.ﾟ
Sayonara~ ♡