(Book 3 of Series / Continuation of The Perfect Assassin / Can be read as a stand-alone) *mature content* It all started as a game. Elizabeth Rausch was an idol admired by all. She was one of Europe's most famous performers, both in music and dancin...
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Amora
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Lorelei
You're the type of guy to write a song about
You're laid back, nobody know what's on your mind
We been talking for a while now
And I've been falling for a while now
I Luv U - Sofia Carson
Liz worked on the finishing lyrics of her song while some of the Asgardian maids worked on her hair and makeup. About an hour had gone past with them prepping her, running her a bath and exfoliating her body and making sure she was fully equipped for the night to come. It was only about noon, but the Asgardian Ball started around three in the afternoon. Liz pressed her lips together thoughtfully. Her mind caracoled with new ideas and fresh memories she and Loki had shared together in just the past couple of days. Her heart filled with warmth as she thought about his vulnerable moments in his icy blue skin. He'd shown her such a new and exotic side of himself. Liz blushed when she remembered how he'd asked her to spend the night with him.
But you'll never be alone.
She moved on to the following events when they kissed during the sunset out on the cliff with the sea crashing below them.
I'll be with you from dusk 'till dawn.
"Tip your chin up for me, hun," A younger maid politely stated. Liz set her pencil down on her sheet music and cooperated without question, raising her chin so the girl could brush on her eyeshadow. Liz could hear her guest room door opening, and the chords of a familiar Russian spy echoed off the walls.
"Not a minute late, I see," She teased. Liz continued to keep her eyes closed, not daring to break her position until told it was alright to do so.
"When you're used to having to be pampered you know when you need to start the process," Liz called back with a hint of pride. The European blinked several times as she examined the work that had been done. A beautiful smoky eye lingered over a harsh cut of golden liquid eyeshadow. It would accent her eyes beautifully when she morphed them. Liz smirked to herself and thanked the maid graciously. Loki had been working with Liz to try to control when her eyes transformed, and she'd been able to figure out a way to keep them shining and bright like Heimdall's. She just had to think of a specific thing and they instantly changed. When her father asked what she was thinking about, she didn't completely answer his question. Besides, the thoughts going through her head to keep her eyes golden weren't very... kid-friendly. Not to mention that the thoughts had Loki laced into every single one of them. Nobody was aware of it except for Liz, though.
