TWO SIDES OF A MIRROR. ❪ Loki Laufeyson ❫ ✓

eight

"Why do you enjoy my company so?" Gaea asked Loki as she prepared tea for him in her cottage.

He looked around the cottage, picking trinkets and objects, then setting them down. Her kitchen, dining room, and living room were all connected.

"I think you're rather fascinating," he distractedly answered.

"You're not even listening to me," she stated, setting the tea kettle down.

He turned around and looked at her. "Yes, I am. I answered you, so I was listening. Therefore, you are wrong."

She forced herself to not roll her eyes because it would be rude.

"You want to roll your eyes. I can feel it," Loki retorted.

"That would be rude," she replied, handing him the cup of tea.

He scoffed. "I've done worse."

"I'm sure you have, Prince Loki, but I am not you. I am polite and I do not sneak around."

"I don't sneak around. I simply quietly do things I require to do without wanting anyone to know," he corrected.

This time, she really did roll her eyes. "That's essentially the definition of sneaking around," she retorted.

He walked closer to her until he stopped in front of her. She could feel his breath fanning against her cheeks. She looked up at him with a slight defiant expression.

"It seems that being around me has changed you," he muttered.

"I don't think I've changed for worse," she whispered.

His eyes flickered to her eyes. "I never said you changed for worse. In act, I think I prefer you with a little...attitude."

Then, he kissed her. It wasn't gentle at all. It was rough, but not rushed or too eager. He simply wanted to taste her, and what Loki wanted, he normally always ended up receiving. Gaea kissed him back with hesitation and uncertainty. She could faintly hear her father's warnings in her head, but she was in too deep to pull away from Loki.