Odin's Little Devil// Loki

Puzzlement

Loki was sat on the throne, cold in the empty room but furious with the knowledge of his brother's idiot friends going to Midgard without his knowledge. There was no way they could get way with living out such a treachery. They had told Thor everything. 

Loki wouldn't have it. He just wouldn't. But then everything in Loki's perspective went dark and fuzzy and he could feel the reverberations coming from his through but he could only hear the buzzing of his voice as his hearing went muffled and his vision went black. 

Next thing he knew he was walking down the corridor to his mother. He felt quite dizzy and flustered but he knew he must have done something productive for preparing for battle. He was wearing a thin sheet of armor under his clothes as he approached his mother with a solemn smile.

"Has there no change?" Loki asked, settling in beside Frigga who wore thin with weary eyes and a sunken face.

"No" she was quiet. 

Loki sat in an unsettling flurry of anger. He wore a sullen mask for his mothers sake, he needed plans to go accordingly or everything would be ruined. This was too big to go wrong; and over a girl. He needed to forget about the anger had had for Nyx to get through the rest of the day. He knew how everything would go, and he needed it to happen just as he had it mapped out in his head. He needed to comfort his mother, play dumb. Be supportive and weary. So he burned the fire of hatred with nitrogen. 

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Nyx sat still. She clutched her sheets out of fear. Loki had seen her. He had seen all of her. He was gone now, and hating her. He spat at her with loathing acid and it seared her skin with painfully chilling pins and needles. Her mind boiled nevertheless. She shook violently, so much enough she feared if she didn't stop she would fall away from reality. She hated Heimdall for filling her head with such rotten ideas. She blamed him for driving her so crazy she manipulated the one person she needed most. 

But she should've gone to Loki fo assistance; not a distraction. His words kissed her heartstrings with poison and she imagined the look of disgust on his face. The next time she would see him, the last time she saw him; they were the same. 

Princess, we are in grave danger.

The voice she resented boiled her blood. 

Screw you.

She barked back with all the hate she had for him and herself. She hated how she handled her hostility. It was never intended to be shared with Loki, it was meant for her own twisted mind. She was meant to tear herself down with the assistance of Loki easing her anxiety. She needed him. She needed to talk to him, she needed to apologize and beg him to forgive her for being so naive and hypocritical. 

Nyx! Frost giants!

Heimdall warned her and even unspoken she could tell he was afraid. He was furious, he was anxious. He was the guard of all of Asgard; he was afraid. 

She gasped helplessly and pulled herself to her feet. She hated the way her skin felt with his sweat smeared and soaked on her skin and how he left her made the feeling a kind of curse. She scratched at the side of her neck in discomfort and fought away her insecurities to pull a cloth pants and blouse over her shivering body. 

She needed to be selfless. She was bound to think of anything other than herself for one second. Not her, not Loki. Asgard. She needed to think like a Princess.