Odin's Little Devil// Loki

Sinners

It's been another month... I am so behind on schoolwork, I'm dealing with a lot of shit with my nephew being born in a month, and my brother looking for a place. This is a lot. I am so sorry. This is a longin so I truly hope you enjoy. 

Nyx's head felt as if it would literally spin so fast, her thoughts would be blended together to make a fruity drink of moldable despair. She needed to stay busy to prevent any further thoughts from consuming her. 

Frustrated, she shot up and paced the room with attentive eyes, searching for something that would keep her mind off Loki and the trouble she feared Asgard was bound to face. But nothing in her room seemed to satisfy her. 

She sighed and fell into her bed again, the thoughts of her dream reoccurring and surfacing even more vividly than before. The soft curve of Loki's lips, the smooth curve of his jawline, the soft white hairs growing along his chin, the dark eyelashes fluttering as Nyx neared him, and the soft touch she laid upon his cheek was the hardest thing to shake from her thoughts. 

Her head felt fuzzy, everything she was thinking was wrong, it was taint, it wasn't right. 

But it wasn't just her dream that ruined her thoughts with disgraceful motives, it happened all the time when she thought about it. 

She could remember clinging to Thor's back as a child as he rode them up large hills and mountains when they were young adolescences. It was fun, it was amusing. But when she rode on Loki's back, it was innocent when looked upon from a third-person point of view, but inside, Nyx could recall the comfort in the heat she gained from his body and how she managed to memorize the lean muscles that began forming under her weight. 

She rolled over, and grabbed fistfuls of blonde hair out of frustration. 

"Fuck it" she shouted, angrily getting to her feet and removing her armor. She threw her hair into what hardly passed as a bun and quietly ascended from her room. As perceived, two men in heavy golden were stood alarmed at her bedroom door. Realizing the princess was about and see them standing at her door, they began "patrolling" the barren corridor, acting as if they weren't guarding her dwellings. 

"What is your name, Guardsman?" she called out to a short man, only his eyes, nose, and mouth visible from underneath his helmet. 

Startled, he turned but managed to remain mighty in front of the princess who looked more mortal than anyone has ever seen her. If she'd been seen from outside the castle she would be besmirched, but from the organs of their home, she was only scolded of looking so casual and informal. 

"Princess, my name is Alfrothul" for his stature, his voice was oddly groggy and husky. Nyx smiled sarcastically, already thriving for a little chaos. After all, she was the Goddess of Desire and being unable to connect with anyone was boring, she needed some excitement. 

"Alfrothul," she titled her head with manipulation. She knew how to look at a man and make his heart stop, his begging lips drool, and his pants grow tight, but she knew better to go to that extent. "of the prideful sun" she announced. 

The guardsman smiled. 

"Were you aware there is this beautifully tasty fruit that shines as bright as your name in the Forbidden Forest" she explained cheerily. "Don't you suppose such a fruit should be enjoyed only by a man with a brilliant name such as yourself?" she questioned, eager to move along and enjoy the mischief. 

"Princess, I do apologize for my incredulity-" but he was spoken over. 

"I would severely enjoy a quick lunch with such an honorable guard. You don't get enough credit fo such hard work. An extravagant fruit for an honorable man. Plus," she paused, watching as the pupils of the middle aged man grow large with desire. "lunch would heal the ache in my heart after what happened to my father" and with that the mood dropped and the guard was practically already half way to the forest after the small frown she shot him.