A Silver Tongue Twisted

Chapter 3 - Lost for Words

The delicate voice was strange to Loki. He was confused as to the purpose of her presence. He thought of her calling him majesty, something he had not heard in a long time. Loki did not say a word, puzzled by her presence. "You are wondering my presence." Sapphron stated softly. Loki wondered for a brief moment if she had read his thoughts. "I have come to talk to you, I've told I am very good at talking to people, through their troubles—" Sapphron began, but was quickly cut off by Loki's harsh tone. "Has my mother put you up to this?" He asked the petit female with a hiss. "She has asked me yes," Sapphron answered quietly. "But I wish to talk. I have been told of your story and I wish to understand." Sapphron was nervous but found comfort in her honesty.

"You know nothing of my history child." Loki spat at her with venom. Sapphron focused her energy into Loki's brain, using her magic to delve into his thoughts. He was questioning her presence, confused with his mother's plans. Loki sat up quickly, his emerald eyes glowing at Sapphron's ocean ones. This was the first moment Loki had glanced at Sapphron. Her appearance left him breathless. She was quite pale, similar to him, her hair was a light silver, almost white. Her eyes were piercing blue, sending chills down the trickster's spine. She looked mournful, Sapphron knew she had said something wrong. "I'm sorry, you're right." Loki was not expecting this reaction out of her.

Sapphron was still was delving deep into Loki's mind, specifically his memories. As the memories of his past flooded through Sapphron, she let out a tear. Loki felt it too, forcefully travelling through his past all in one cinematic memory. His eyes were locked into hers as pain overwhelmed the prince. Sapphron felling every emotion, every memory, was burden by utter despair. "Wow," she whispered in disbelief. She had experienced his discovery of his lineage, the struggles between him and his adoptive father, his fight with his brother, his father loosing hope for him, his torture done by a being called Thanos, him being mind controlled, everything until the day she entered his life.

Sapphron could not help letting the salty tears flow from her crystal eyes. "Loki, Loki I'm so sorry." The woman sobbed, leaving Loki shocked and confused. "What have you done?!" Loki spat, snapping out of the hypnotic spell the petit woman had on him. "What in Odin's name have you done!?" Loki yelled angrily standing up to face her. Sapphron stood her ground, raising her chin as she spoke. "I wanted to truly know your story," Sapphron replied to the man, studying his face. She perceived him to be quite handsome. His raven hair beautifully contrasted his snow like skin, his bright green eyes seemed to glow like a cats. He was beautiful. Loki laughed, as if almost reading her thoughts. "Did you—" Sapphron began, having to make sure. "Did you?" Loki spat back at her.

"Indeed I did," Sapphron proudly replied, still slightly traumatized from the memories she went through. "How?" His voice was clearly angry. Loki was very defensive against this dangerous woman. No one had invaded him like this, not since Thanos. " I possess magic, like you." She added, offering him a nervous smile. The trickster could help a smirk growing on his lips. "A sorceress of the moon." Sapphron spoke proudly, desperately hiding any vulnerabilities. "A sorceress of the moon." Loki spat, toxicity high in his tone. "I read about them once in a book, are you not to be extinct?" Sapphron furrowed her eyebrows. "Here I am, I suppose one of the last of my kind." Sapphron's voice shook at the end of her sentence. Loki noticed her sudden mournful look. He was able to decipher that Sapphron knew little of her lineage.

"But what have you done?" Loki spat at her in a hushed tone. "I have entered your mind, my prince." Sapphron struggled to keep her composure against the prince's piercing glare. "And why on Asgard would you do such a thing?" Loki could not help the look of fear spread on his face. Never had his mind been intruded like this before, especially not by a creature as small as Sapphron.

"Because, you were right to say I know nothing, but after feeling all your memories I now know everything." Sapphron smirked, realizing she had cornered the cunning trickster. "You're a fool," Loki hissed violently at the girl. "I should snap that pretty neck of yours." His angry voice boomed at Sapphron like a predator roaring at their prey. "But you can't, can you?" Sapphron gloated with a conceited smirk. Loki, in his greened ensemble, lunged at Sapphron, the magical barrier stopping him from tackling the petit sorceress to the ground.

"Perhaps, we can be hospitable, as I am what stands between you and death." Sapphron's confidence diminished, her solemn tone filling her delicate voice. "Odin, your father—" Before Sapphron was able to finish, Loki snapped furiously. "He's not my father!" The God screamed at his companion. "My apologies," Sapphron hushed to him in immediate guilt. "Odin, wishes to put you to the death sentence, the Queen, Frigga wishes not to see her son put to death. She came to me, asking me to save you Loki." Sapphron explained to the volatile prince. "I cannot be saved." The fallen prince's voice turned low, remorse coating his tone. "I cannot come to this conclusion with lack of proof," Sapphron's voice took a much softer tone.

"You're wasting your time!" Loki snapped viciously at the girl, causing her for the first time, break her hard exterior. Embarrassed at the sudden
display of vulnerability, Sapphron sighed lightly. "I have seen everything Loki." His emerald eyes tightened with aggression. "Without my consent, you just invaded my mind. Wretched witch." He spat the words at her as a snake does venom.  Sapphron frowned with frustration. "I am sorry your are right I should have asked." Loki was confused by how sternly she delivered these apologies. Loki said nothing, he had enjoyed the momentary silence.

  "May I read to you?"