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Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

What have I done. I have probably, not probably I have ruined any means of friendship between Loki and I. Any relationship at all really. I kissed my captor! How stupid could I be? Last night before I ran off... It was as if I was on fire but freezing at the same time. I felt incredibly guilty for just leaving him there, but I just got caught up in all the emotions flooding into me and I just couldn't handle it. Loki made me feel things I had never knew existed inside of me. I thought I had a crush on Jeremy but it was nothing compared to what I felt for Loki. Which is bizarre since he's killed people, probably hates me, hates Earth, and he's not human! But when I'm around Loki and he smiles right into my soul... I forget everything. When his electric blue eyes find mine, I'm captivated.

I've been hiding out in my room for quite some time now, not wanting to face Loki or Langridge. I'm humiliated for what I did and I'm certain it will never happen again. Even though you want it to said a small voice in my head. I groaned and threw myself back under the covers hiding away from everyone and everything. A week or so went by and Langridge thankfully brought me food into my room. I had refused to leave and Loki still hadn't come by. A part of me begged for him to come and talk to me, but how was I supposed to act around him now? 'Just pretend that nothing happened.' I said to myself assuringly. That's going to be impossible but one can try. I finally force myself out of my beautiful bed and get ready for the day to come. Today was the day I leave my room. I was done with hiding and scolding myself endlessly. And besides, being stuck in one room was making me crazy.

After getting myself all ready I take a look in the mirror. Today I decided to go for a simple look, dark blue jeans with a pair of converse that I wore the day Loki brought me here. He must have saved them for me. I wore an over the shoulder black-and-white tee, with my long hair down as usual. I smiled, feeling more like myself in this outfit, and strolled towards the door with confidence. I tried the knob and it was surprisingly open, Langridge must have let it open for me. I quietly step out into the hallway and make my way towards the kitchen, careful not to make a sound.

As soon as I step into the kitchen a delicious smell intoxicates me, almost throwing me off balance. I spotted Langridge speeding along making some kind of lunch (I must have skipped breakfast). He was a blur to me as he chopped and cooked for the upcoming meal. "Good afternoon Lady Clark'"called Langridge, never stopping once in his cooking.

I was startled that he heard me, but I called back a good afternoon as well and left for the dining room. Loki was thankfully not in the room, though to be honest I was disappointed. I wanted to see him even if all he did was scowl at me. I sighed and went to sit down, picking at my fingernails in boredom. The doors opened and Langridge came in with plates of bread and a giant bowl of soup. Thats what I must have smelled earlier. He placed a smaller plate in front of me with the buns, bread, and utensils on the side. Assuming the plate was for my bun I grabbed one and placed it while Langridge placed a giant bowl in front of me and it smelled like a mix of chicken noodle and the kind of homemade soup your grandma makes with thanksgiving leftovers. He filled my bowl up, winked, and was gone in a blur.

No one bothered me during my meal even though I looked around every moment I could to see if Loki was lurking somewhere in the shadows. The soup was delicious and tasted exactly like it smelled. It really was quite lonely here, especially with no one to talk to. Langridge was nice, but right now I really wished for some girl company. Preferably my mom or Ivy of course. But I couldn't think of them, too much sadness and depressing thoughts took over me.

Once my soup was done and my tummy was full I brought my dishes into the kitchen and cleaned my own dishes. I knew that Langridge would probably be mad since this was part of his job, but he really is my only friend here and this is the least I could do. My father had taught me to clean my own dishes since I was little and it felt nice to be doing something normal to me. "What are you doing?" a voice asked behind me. I whipped around, soap still on my hands so some of the soap hit Loki's beautiful face, right on his cheeks. His eyes were closed tightly and his nose was cutely scrunched up and with soap covering his cheeks, he looked adorable. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I chuckled as I got a cloth. When I turned back around Loki was smirking at me with his eyes now open. I noticed something different right away. I stopped in mid turn, my eyes glued to his. His usually electric blue eyes were... Faded. They weren't as bright as before. Almost normal looking now, I guess. I liked this colour way more, he seemed more himself. His smirk faded as he watched me and slowly he reached out and took the cloth from my hand, wiping his face. I shook my head and turned, fully facing him. "I was washing my dishes!" I said confidently, wiping my hands on my jeans. He stared at me, baffled. "But... Why? We have Langridge for that." "Because Loki. Langridge doesn't need to do everything. I know he's your servant and I know why, he told me. But that doesn't mean I don't get to thank him somehow for being kind to me, making me meals... This was the least I could do." Loki took my speech in with his eyebrows furrowed, deep in thought. "Well then. I've never thought of it that way I suppose" he looked back up at me and I felt as if my heart was beating right out of my chest. He really was the most attractive man/frost giant I've ever seen.

"Miss Clark.." he started. "Please Loki, no more 'miss' or 'lady'.. You can call me Amy" I interrupted. "Very well then. Amy, about our last meal together. I'm sorry that this apology is much delayed, but I'm sorry for the way I acted. It was inappropriate and wrong of me. I was being selfish and I'm so sorry. I hope you will forgive me" he said quietly. While he talked his eyes darted to the ground a lot, twiddling his thumbs together. I couldn't believe what he was saying. What happened to the over-confident man in front of me? Me forgive him?! I thought I was the one who was being selfish. Does this mean, he has feelings for me? I shook that thought right out of my head and cleared my throat answering "Loki of course I forgive you, I'm sorry I ran off. It wasn't that I was upset, I guess it was just too much at the time. I hope you can forgive me" he smiled back at me, his brilliant eyes sparkling. "Of course"