Always

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

**Lokis POV**

I couldn't get her out of my head. She was everywhere I looked, her smile haunting my mind. I tried to distract myself by spying on Odin and Thor, using my powers to eavesdrop without being seen but nothing worked. I craved her silky voice and just thinking about seeing her put my stomach in knots. It was ridiculous really, she had only been here for five days and three of those days she was unconsious. My mind wandered to imagining what it would be like to touch her. To hold her hand, be a shoulder to cry on and to kiss those tender lips. I shivered and shook my head, scolding myself for such thoughts. She could never grow feelings for me like I have for her. Amy hates me for taking her away from the only home she's ever known, I took her without a second thought. If Thor ever found us I would fight harder then I ever would to keep her safe and with me. I never want her to leave. Amy Clark had genuinely bewitched me. I am doomed to live a life of loneliness though. Everytime I mess everything up. Langridge is the only person I would consider a friend, and he's only here with me because of his wife. He probably hates me too, I know I would.

Once I arrived back at the castle it was past dinner so I went to the kitchen to fix something for myself. I felt a pang of guilt knowing that in my note I said I would be back for dinner. I snorted and shook the guilt away, thinking that she wouldn't even notice me being gone. It was probably better for her. I knew Amy would be long gone and back in her room.

I fixed myself a meal and had it already in my mouth while I was walking into the dining room, and I almost choked on my food. Amy was sitting at the table with an empty plate in front of her, fast asleep. She looked so peaceful and as beautiful as ever. I put down my plate, wiped my face quickly, straightened up my suit and walked towards her. I kneeled beside Amy and whispered her name "Amy.. Amy wake up" she stirred but didn't wake. I glanced at my hand and tentatively touched her shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Amy.. Amy love please wake up"

Amy stirred again and her stunning blue eyes met mine. I smiled at her and she smiled back, sitting up and stretching her arms. My eyes came to her dress, a lovely bright blue dress, it really made her eyes pop and complimented her curves. I must have been gawking at her, but thankfully she didn't notice. "You said you were coming for dinner, I wanted to wait for you... I guess I fell asleep" she said shyly, staring at her hands. She waited for me? I was so shocked I just stood there speechless for a few moments, but then I cleared my throat and said "Well thank you for waiting for me Miss Clark, you didn't have to do that. I'm sure you're starving, I'll have Langridge make a sandwich for you." She smiled again at me and my heart started beating erratically. I went to go sit down on my chair and called Langridge to make Amy a sandwich. We made a nice conversation and she told me what she did while I was gone. I listened intently and found myself gazing at her, my heart warming every time she laughed or smiled. She took a huge bite out of her sandwich as soon as it came and a cute bit of sauce was on her top lip. I tried telling her about it but she kept missing the spot, so without thinking I got up and quickly closed the distance between us. I took her napkin and never looking away from her stunned eyes, wiped the sauce slowly away. My eyes were glued to hers, like I was being compelled. She cleared her throat and looked away, a slight blush forming on her cheeks. My face warmed and I turned fast and finished my meal quickly, the silence deafening.

Once I was done I got up to leave and she stood as well, meeting my eyes. She didn't look scared or angry, her expression was unreadable. She slowly walked up to me and my whole body froze. "Loki?" Amy whispered. "Yes?" I stammered. "Why do you turn blue?" her eyes searched my face for an answer. I stared at her, my mouth open slightly. "Well... It's quite a long and depressing story" I mumbled. She stared expectantly and I sighed. "I am the son of Laufey, a frost giant. They look like me in my blue form, but I didn't know this until a while ago. Odin stole me away as a baby for his own personal gain. He raised me as his own, raising me to believe I had a chance at the throne when in reality I didn't stand a chance. He would never have a frost giant sitting on the throne of Asgard. Once I found out I became angry and I did some things I'm not proud of." I was staring at the ground, shame and guilt consuming me for the first time. I couldn't meet her eyes, I don't think I'd be able to take the disgust in them, I couldn't handle it. I felt a soft hand on my chin and she lifted my face to meet hers. I didn't even hear her come over. She smiled slightly at me, her eyes filled with warmth and concern. "Loki... I'm sorry you're so lonely. I'm sorry that you feel so betrayed and sad. I wish i could help, I honestly do" I stood up in front of her and I leaned in closer, feeling her breath on my face. "Thank you" I whispered before I closed the distance completely and met my lips with hers. At first she was shocked but then she kissed back and I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck, tangling her hands into my hair. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to explode, I had never felt more alive and happy in my life. Who knew one mortal could bring out all these feelings that I had buried for so long?

All too soon Amy pulled away so fast I felt raw and vulnerable. My happiness evaporated and I felt empty without her near me. She stepped back and stared at me in horror. Of course she's horrified I just kissed her, she's probably disgusted in herself to stoop so low. Disappointment flooded through me as she kept looking at me with horror. That witch. I knew she had no feelings for me, she was just playing with me. Damn her. Amy turned abruptly and ran out of the room, her long hair flowing behind her. I stood frozen with my hand slowly coming up to trace my red lips, my emotions running wild inside of me.