Loki isn't the only one who can teleport people.
He knew that.
What he didn't know was that there existed someone who could match his flare for speech and cunning.
Loki held his breath for as long as he could. He heard Thor roar and his brothers muscly arms tighten around his considerably smaller body. He knew he'd have to fake his death if he wanted to fix how Asgard saw him. He heard Thor leave with his precious Midgardian. Loki was about to get up and head for Asgard when he stopped, a silvery blue-grey room appearing around him. His mouth was open slightly, aghast when he recognised the room.
He slowly turned around and saw her, Lady Halldora.
"Well, we meet again," he said. He stepped towards her, one hand clasping her waist, pulling her forward so that their hips collided, while with his other hand he held the back of her head. He pulled her up and closer to him, kissing her firmly on the lips. They stayed locked together for a moment, though neither of them held control over the other. Loki let go of her, realising she wasn't enjoying the kiss as much as he wanted.
He looked down at her, his hand still holding her waist to him. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Then a sharp, stinging pain flooded his cheek. She had slapped him so fast he hadn't been able to make a copy to let her hand phase through him. "Ow!" He gasped, holding his cheek softly as he looked down at the, obviously furious Vanir goddess.
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"Why!" She said, her voice strong because she'd been caught off guard.
"Well, I didn't have a chance to last time we met. I was tied to a chair, remember?" He said, surprised that he still hasn't let go of her waist even though she'd hurt him. "And I've just died, so give me a few moments of no regrets," he added, watching her frown delightfully. He'd definitely missed her.
"You faked your own death! Why?" She asked, finally pushing off him so he let go of her. She couldn't get attached now.
"Well, now I can stay with you and no one will notice," Loki said, thinking this might soften her.
"What did I tell you about lies Silvertongue?" She asked, lifting her silver blade up to him like she'd done last time. This time though, Loki's hands were free.
"Ah yes, now how would you beat me at that game?" He asked, reaching out for her wrist which the blade was in.
"What if I told you a truth instead?" She asked, her lips turned up in a smirk.
Loki pointing his twin gold daggers at her, cheekily smirking back. "Well now, we might have even more fun," he said.
She held her smirk for a minute before shaking her head. She mentally scolded herself for getting excited at the idea of having fun with Loki. She stepped away from him, grumbling to herself as she chucked her blade unto the large bed in the room. She plopped herself on to the bed too, her arms laid flat on her stomach as she laid down. "You have no idea," she muttered, making Loki hold his daggers at his sides.
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"Of what Lady Wordsmith?" He asked, trying out the name to test the affectionate tone he heard come out of his mouth. He had the same feeling that he needed to comfort the girl, like he needed to lay down on the bed with and hold her while she let out everything that troubled her. He stopped himself just as she sat up. He noticed her eyes were a little red, like she was going to cry, and he fought back the urge to kiss her again. He'd definitely enjoyed kissing her.
"Silvertongue, I think I like you better when you're tied up," she said, waving her hand towards him. He felt tight, sparkling silver coils wrap around his hands and pull them together behind his back. He didn't struggle, but he felt that she was close to breaking, so he stayed silent too.
"Last time we met, what did you perceive of me?" she asked after a moment, looking at Loki deeply.
Loki had to think for a moment, wondering how best to phrase his thoughts. He wanted to tell her how he'd genuinely felt, but he also didn't want to admit to himself that he felt so strongly for her. "Well, I-,"
"No lies Silvertongue," she warned, her golden magic flashing in her eyes.
"Not at all, Golden Wordsmith," Loki replied, noticing how she almost smiled when he said her title. "I percieved you as an independent, resourceful, witty and intriguing maiden. Though you also seemed sad about something. I was curious, you seemed to play a game with me, while also being slightly furious with me. I must say Lady Wordsmith, if ever i was to find my match, I would want it to be you." he finished, admitting some of his affection for her.
Halldora raised her eyes, shocked at first. She turned away from him, trying to stop tears from filling her eyes. "That's how it was supposed to be," she muttered to herself.
Loki suddenly appeared in front of her and held her arms. He watched her look up at him and jump, surprised that he had escaped her magical bonds. He looked over at his copy tied to the chair, and as she turned around it finally started to disintergrate. "It seems that our magic holds longer when it's together," Loki noticed, realising that his copy had sustained itself longer than it ever had.
"Stupid Asgardian," Halldora muttered, closing herself off and looking away from him.
"I'm not Asgardian," Loki replied, showing a smirk to try and make her laugh.
"You might as well be Silvertongue," she said, looking down at her feet, "They've controlled your life, and ruined mine." she added.
"How do you mean?" He asked, worrying about the beautiful Vanir.
"You said if you ever were to find your match," she began, surrendering a few tears, "You were supposed to be mine."
"What?"
"Frigga, and Odin," she said, stammering slightly, "They, they convinced my parents to raise me. To marry you."
