A GLINT of light peers through the glass, emanating a luminous achromatic tone.
Its gentle caress, arousing the girl from her slumber.
Her body throbs, hinting toward her intimate encounter with the God.
What had she done?
The image playing in the back of her mind.
Dropping her face into the pillow, she screams. She was foolish.
Giving in to her desires, allowing that beast claim her.
"Eat." A common voice speaks, "You need to recover your strength."
Startled by the abrupt ringing through her ears, she snaps her neck in its direction, taking note of Cerovella's existence.
Setting the tray atop the table, she turns on her heel, preparing to take her leave.
"Wait, please." Mechelle begs, surprised the woman had listened, halting in her tracks, "I can't move."
The beating her mortal body endured from the God, left her sore, and her body flaccid.
She felt relatively paralyzed.
Feeling every tinge of pain in her body.
Is this what she's to suffer, each and every time he was to take her?
The pain is unbearable.
Setting the items in hand, aside,
Cerovella approaches the bed.
Lifting and easing the woman onto her back.
Relieved, she fills her lungs, exhaling slowly.
Shoving a piece of fruit front of her, she demands that she partakes from its flesh and nectar.
Informing that it would aid in her recovery.
. . .
Only moments later, she feels the vexatious ache evaporating.
"You will need to stay mobile, once your encounter with," She clears her throat, "Once your visit is over. If you choose to lie down, your body will become stiff. I will provide you with the fruit in which I have given. It would be wise to partake in its nectar, afterward."
Preparing to remove herself, she hears the woman's voice, "Thank you."
Gathering up the remaining items, she shuffles toward the door, "Cerovella, can I ask you something?"
"You may ask me. Although, I cannot guarantee an answer."
She took into account the woman's statement, before asking such question. "He refers to himself as King. But, If I'm not mistaken, Odin is King of Asgard. Is that even possible?"
When she spoke of he, Cerovella is certain of her inquiry.
"Loki, rules as King of Asgard. Odin is no longer King of this realm." Her tone is callous, "The one you laid eyes upon, when you arrived, had been none other than our King, Loki. You would do wise to tread cautiously." She warns, before vacating the room.
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Fanfiction**Editing In Process** "The God of mischief." "You speak those words, as if you know who I am." He grins. Captured by the God of Mischief, Mechelle seeks to find a way home. Uncertain as to why she's a prisoner on Asgard, she attempts to hold he...
