Goddess // Loki Laufeyson [Book 1]

⭐︎ Chapter 17 ⭐︎

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Surprisingly I am holding this fight very well, still, it took me much more strength to fight against him than it ever took me with Sif. I took Thor off guard a few times using some of his own tricks against him and was I happy to see his confused expression. Slowly I am starting to realize how exhausted I actually am and the people cheering only on Thor isn't any help either! Can anybody tell me again why I decided to fight Thor Odinson?

Being caught up in my thoughts is my second mistake today because out of nowhere I feel Thor shove me and I lose my balance and fall to the ground. I let out a loud groan which made the people cheer only more. Thor turns to his crowd thinking that he has won, but oh is he wrong. 

I grab his leg and pull him towards the ground with all my force making me land on top of him and holding him down. 

"It wasn't over," I tell him holding a small knife that Sif had given me earlier to his neck. 

He looks surprised at me but then takes me off guard once again and rolls both of us over me losing the knife in the process. He stops until he is the one laying on top of me with a big smirk splattered across his face.

"It is now," he utters with a big smirk splattered across his face. 

I roll my eyes at him and only now realize the position we are both in. Thor is staring at me with is ocean blue eyes not moving in any way. But the blue eyes didn't leave a mark on my mind but only made me remind the deep green eyes that I love to get lost in. This moment almost makes me forget the people cheering around us when I finally break up the eye contact. 

Thor clears his throat awkwardly and then stands up leaving me on the ground. He puts out his hand and I thankfully take it. Then Thor does the unexpected and drags my hand into the air as if I am the winner of the fight which I am clearly not. The crowd immediately starts to cheer and then Thor turns into my direction.

"You deserve it." 

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After a few Asgardians congratulated me on my good fight I make my way to my room excited to take a nice and warm bath. 

"It looks like Thor is getting his Queen after all." I hear the mysterious voice that I have grown so familiar with. 

"What are you talking about?" I question not really understanding what he is referring to with his comment. 

"You know exactly what I mean!" he says annoyed.

What is wrong with him? Why is he talking to me in this tone?  I haven't done anything to him!

"No, I don't," I tell him honestly making him scoff slightly.

"You and Thor! Ringing any bell?" he tells me in a harsh voice.

"No, not ringing anything!" I exclaim. 

"Really? Come on Anna!" Loki insists again.

"For Christ sake what is your problem Loki?" I ask slowly getting annoyed by his strange behavior.

"There is no problem. Just stating the facts." he pauses and then continues.

"Come on Anna. Everybody is waiting for you two to end up together, so everybody can see Frejyas daughter live in action when you break his heart," he says while walking towards me.

I never thought that only a few words are able to hurt so much. Out of all the people that I met here, I would have never thought that this would come out of his mouth, not after everything that we both went through together. Why is he suddenly so harsh towards me? Why is he showing me this side of Loki? The side that many people knew and hated him for.

"Why are you saying this?" I ask holding back my tears. 

"Because it is the truth. It is in your blood," he tells me without caring how much every single word that came out of his mouth hurt me. 

"Then if you really think of me like that why did you give me the key?" I ask him still not believing everything he had just said.

He is speechless standing there looking at my broken figure and then opens his mouth digging in deeper into my already deep wound. 

"It is just a key to a stupid room," he mutters not daring to look me in the eyes.

"Then I would like to give it back," I tell him spiteful holding in my emotions.

I take the key out of my pocket and throw it with all my force on the floor. Losing the key from my hand makes me feel as if I have thrown away a part of me. Something that filled my heart with so much warmth and joy. I look one last time at him before I turn around and storm out of the corridor and into my room. 

I throw myself on my bed and break down immediately. Everything that I have tried to keep in me comes storming out like an uncontrolled waterfall. This night I cried myself to sleep. Alone. 

//Why do you guys think that Loki has overreacted so much?☾✨