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You quickly made eye contact with the God, you held your breath as you looked into his eyes.
'fear me, girl.' Jotun Loki shouted into your face, his dark red eyes glaring into yours dangerously, as he bruised your skin.
You looked away, distracted by the sudden cheer of the Asgardians, they clapped and laughed at your power, you tried to keep it together, as the blood dripping from your cut stomach hurt with every move.
The cheers got louder as you backed away, leaving suddenly, quickly walking back to the palace, you ignored all the other claps and smiles form the people who saw you from outside, you went straight to your chamber.
Too quickly that you accidentally crashed into a maid.
"Oh i'm terribly sorry!" She apologized, wait? You had heard her voice before, she was with Loki when you was walking out the palace.
She somewhat threatened you with her natural beauty, her white teeth and her long brown hair, her tall and slim figure, she was perfect.
You gritted your teeth and forced a smile, "It's fine!"
Her smile went as she noticed your well-being, the blood and the torn battle under-layer.
"Are you alright!?" She gasped, you nodded quickly, needing to get to your room.
"Never been better!" You pushed passed her quickly, speeding to your room before anyone could follow, you held onto your stomach trying to stop the bleeding.
As you got through your door you slammed it shut and stumbled you way to the bathroom, quickly soaking a sponge and washing away the blood, you hissed in pain as it stung like hell.
You shook of your remaining armor and took your torn under- layer off allowing you to clean the blood and wound.
You bit your lip as tears pricked at your eyes at the major stinging sensation, you slammed your fist down on the surface in a sudden aggression due to the pain.
"Dammit!" you growled.
The sink was filled with your blood as you washed it away from your wound, luckily the cut wasn't deep but it still needed stitching, but you didn't know how, and the only way you could know to do it yourself was the library, and you knew why you didn't want to go there.
You were still unsure about Loki, you knew it was a dream but just that night, he scared you, you still remember him shouting after he had shut the door on you. Him being with another woman soon after just rubbed you the wrong way about him.
You put some loose clothes on as you put comfier shoes on, and sucked in a deep breath before heading out.
You had spent the most of your day in your chamber after the battle field, to take your wound to rest and so you could rest too, the day was turning darker and the sun was getting dimmer, you could already see the moons and the bright billion stars.
