Always

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

***Loki's POV***

As we both sat down at the table I could see how stubborn she was being. She refused to meet my gaze, suddenly very interested in the wooden table in front of her. Her slender fingers traced the wooden knots and patterns slowly, almost as if she was memorizing the look of it. It angered me knowing she was purposedly ignoring me. It was expected of course, she was my prisoner. It still angered me though. Once my servant brought in dinner she perked up a bit, her mouth watering slightly at the food. I could hear her stomach growling from across the table as her face flushed. I smirked at her, seeing a vulnerability to the food. I could see her inner struggle clearly on her face. If she started eating she would have given in and I would have won. But if she refused she still held her stubborn demeanor. Eventually her loud stomach must have been too much to bear, for she dug right in the course.

Tonight's course was a large buzzard cooked with potatoes and assorted vegetables. It has always been a personal favorite of mine and Miss Clark seems to enjoy it as well. I found myself glancing up to watch her every moment I could throughout the silent meal. She seemed too busy eating to even look up from her plate, or maybe she's just avoiding my eyes. This mortal was the first who seemed to anger me to no end. From the moment I brought her here she has been constantly on my mind, clouding my villainous plans. I loathed the girl, but at the same time I wanted her to at least look up, if only for a second. Her eyes were the most beautfiul eyes I had ever seen. 'Loki stop this foolishness. She is your prisoner not some personal mistress' I had been repeating that thought in my head for quite some time but it never aided me once.

Finishing my meal I leaned back in my chair gazing at her once more. I noticed how the crackling fire lit up her sun-kissed skin, making her brown hair shimmer with a angelic beauty. Her outfit was simple, yet complimented her and made her even more beautiful. Thank Odin she wasn't a mind reader, for I would be forever hidden in shame and embarassment. Lady Clark had made a good point though. Why didn't I just let her be crushed? She may be a mortal, but she must have some witch blood in her. That is the only reason of these foolish thoughts and actions. She was once more ignoring my existence, refusing to meet my gaze and instead watching the fire glow.

"Am I excused?" she asked glimpsing up at me. Her eyes landed on mine and I was lost for a moment, too busy gazing into her wonderful blue eyes to remember anything else around me. They stared back at me expectingly as I remembered she had asked me a question. Damn her. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I asked, rubbing the side of my temple lightly. She looked at me in annoyance and stood up, getting ready to leave. "May I please be excused Lord Laufeyson?" she asked as she mocked my name. A wave of anger passed over me "Do not dare mock my name Miss Clark. You should be more respectful to the person who saved your life". I smirked at her and stood up as well, walking towards her. Her face flushed in anger and glared up at me.

"Loki what exactly am I to you? I thought for sure you were going to kill me as soon as we left my home but clearly that is not your intentions. Am I just another stolen relic to you? A prize to flaunt around? A toy? Tell me!". I stood a few feet away from her, baffled at her boldness. Her words were the same I used when I spoke to Odin about my true inheritance. it shocked me and intrigued me. This mortal continued to surprise me. She took a step closer to me and I felt my pulse quicken. She cocked her head to the side and whispered to me "Or am I still here just because you don't want to be alone? You live in this grand castle with servants and butlers, but they aren't your family. Your friends. Do you even have any friends? You know what? I pity you Loki. You are just a lost soul who's alone in this big bad universe." she was only inches away from me now, her voice and smell consuming me. She smelled faintly of lavender flowers and honey, a sweet and irresistible mixture that was intoxicating me. I tried to speak but my voice made no noise so I just stood there staring down at her beautiful face. 'She really is beautiful' I thought to myself as I stared back at her. I stopped abruptly, my thoughts dawning on me that she had just insulted me.

"Leave now" I muttered as I turned away from her, walking towards the fire. She didn't move. Instead she strolled up beside me watching the fire. "You know Loki I don't think your as scary as you seem. I think your just a boy that's alone and doesn't know what to do." I turned my body towards hers locking eyes with her. Glaring at her I growled "Miss Clark you don't even know me. You don't know my past, what I've done. You don't know how many people I've hurt, how many lives I've ruined. I am a monster. Not a mere boy. You think you have me all figured out when the truth is you aren't even close to knowing who I truly am. I am the monster mothers tell their children about at night." While my eyes were still locked with hers I slowly changed into my real self. My skin turning a dark shade of blue and my eyes glowing a bright red. I expected her to run away screaming in terror, but she still stood beside me. Her eyes widened then she slowly trailed her eyes up and down my body, examining my change. Then her eyes settled back on my face, her hand coming up to touch me. My icy heart was beating wildly and I felt vulnerable. 'She should be running in fear....'

Just before her fingers touched my frigid skin I quickly turned, swiftly walking back towards the hallway where I came from. I left the woman frozen with her hand still where my cheek would have been. Why would she reach out and try to touch me like that? She didn't even seem disgusted by my change into my frost giant half. Why? Why wasn't she afraid? Questions badgered me for most of the night as I laid in my bed, thinking about Amy Clark. I knew she still hated me for making her leave Midgard, but tonight when she was talking to me her voice sounded caring and genuine. When she wasn't insulting me that is. Even though what she had said was hurtful, deep down I knew she was right. I wanted to be mad at Miss Clark but every time I thought of her all my anger went away, leaving me in confusion. She was so pure and even though I took everything from her, Miss Clark found her way into my deepest secrets. Secrets I hadn't even realized existed. She didn't look at me in disgust when I changed, only curiosity and care. I'm already starting to realize that making that deal with Amy might have been the worst decision of my life. She's making me question everything.

'Or it was the best thing that has ever happened to you' my mind beckoned.

What is happening to me? I cannot let this girl question myself. I am the God of Mischief and Amy Clark will not change that, even if strange new feelings that I've never felt before start forming in my icy heart.

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