Loki got out and left me standing there.
I went after him but he had already left the room and the tailor was there waiting for me.
As soon as he saw me he started to analyze my body.
"Fair skin, dark hair, hm...strong colors will make you look like a parrot but if they are too light you'll look like you're dead."
I continued standing there, he moved towards me and began taking my measures.
"What is worth is that you're elegant, like a fine criature and have rounded hips with shapely legs." he continued.
He placed himself in front of me looking at me from head to toe.
"I already know!" he said with a big smile. "I'll come back right away, do not go anywhere! Don't move! I'll take care of you and make sure that you'll be the most beautiful girl of the ball!" And saying that he left my room all excited.
Just when he leaves Loki comes in.
"You don't have to thank me" he said with a smile on his face.
"You! You're a jerk! Why the hell did you do that?" I yelled
"I do what I want"
"Don't come with that story again! Get out!" I yelled at him.
He looks at me from head to toe once again, smiles with an evil grin, crosses his arms behind his back and leaves.
I sat down on the bed and the tailor came in with a big box in his arms.
"Let's take care of you." he said
"But I thought you were only a tailor..."
"Ahahaha no sweet heart I am a stylist, I do not only make clothes, I also make art!" he said proud of himself.
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Fallen Angel
Fanfiction"A woman was there. Lying on her belly completely unconscious. Her face couldn't be seen, only her long curly black hair and a mistreated black dress that reached half her leg and let the wounds in her pale legs be seen were visible. Loki came clo...
