Silhouette // LokixOC

CHAPTER V

"WE COME FROM THE LAND OF ICE AND SNOW" ~ IMMIGRANT SONG BY LED ZEPPELIN

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okay, that's a really short one but some info will be revealed. please if anyone is reading this, comment cos I'm really bored out of my mind. want a alecxrose crossover fic? (broadchurchXdw). Allons-y! *alec sighs*

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Now, Loki was a tiny bit scared, but he didn't let her see it. He just sighed. This won't be a easy fight. To his advantage, his style of fighting was different from everybody's. He developed it by himself, training with his illusions. This way he created many moves that were unknown to normal people. Thanks Valhalla that the ice platform wasn't slippery. Somehow. He didn't even bother to think about it. It was Khione, after all. The freaking Is Dronning. At first, he created flying daggers, which soon filled the air around him. He looked at Khione. He couldn't read her expression clearly, but she looked somehow.... proud? That was impossible, he had to imagine it.

- Nice.... - she said emphasising the 'i'. Nice? How was that nice? Loki didn't understand her.

Suddenly, she started walking towards the daggers, which he now moved in front of him to shield himself from an attack. Khione didn't look intimidated, casually continuing her walk to the daggers. Loki remembered what his Father said: "bring but not kill" so he focused on immobilising her, maybe putting her out. He was aware that his chances of success were almost nonexistent. He moved his hand and the daggers surrounded Khione in a circle, few feet in diameter. She stopped. And grinned. In this moment Loki started to seriously doubt that he made the right decision. Guess, he'll see in a moment. He waved his hand again and the daggers started to move really fast towards Khione. She was expecting it. When the daggers almost hit her, she did a somersault and landed gracefully outside the circle. Before the daggers turned back, she took off her hand two silver rings, carved in the shape of snakes, and threw at him. He automatically ducked and it saved him. Midair, the two rings transformed into black and silver chacrams, which started attacking him. While he tried to avoid being decapitated and to destroy the weapons, Khione turned around to the daggers. She started to spin the scythe really fast until you were unable to see the blades. When the daggers touched the spinning weapon they immediately became shredded to pieces. He only had time to think "what the hell is that thing made from", when a chacram almost cut his neck. Almost, because Khione summoned the weapons and transformed them back into rings. She did the same to the scythe.

"Done? Will you surrender?" She asked.

"Never." Loki answered, though his every instinct screamed otherwise.

"Never say never." Khione said with a smirk and winked at him. He rolled his eyes.

With a dramatic move, she reached over her arm with her hand and took a katana from a black, leather sheath under her cape, which he didn't notice at first. Then she did the same with a second katana. The weapons were carved in wind-like pattern, and were made from a silver metal, maybe steel. Probably not. White strings were tied at the end of the hilts, ends swishing as the blades cut through air.

"Do you surrender now?"

"Still no." He said in a sing-songy way.

"Well, aren't you a stubborn one." She smirked again. Was it normal to enjoy a sassy conversation so much when he was about to get killed? Probably not, he thought, amusement colouring his thoughts.

He closed his eyes and focused. At once, between his hands a black and green odachi appeared.

"Japanese? Who would have thought." Khione commented, faking surprise. She knew almost everything about his abilities and preferences.

Loki moved first. Khione expected it. The fight went on for just about a minute. Cut, block, cut, hit with the hilt. Ribbons swishing through the air. The sorceress seemed to know what his move would be seconds before it was even started and blocked him, and attacked him, without a single touch to his skin. At the end, he ended up with an incredibly sharp blade almost pressed against his neck.

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yep only 600 words, sorry for the cliffhanger

*gives everybody kit kats or scotch eggs (eh)*