Chapter 3

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His eyes are like a cave of diamonds. Green diamonds. Never have I ever seen eyes so perfect and unique. They looked at me. He smiled at me.

The butterflies in my stomache escalate around my body, the flow of the blood in my veins increase, I feel my cheeks burn.

"Sigyn?"

His voice, his smooth adorable voice.

"Sigyn?"

Adorable? I am quite bad with words. It's hard to describe his voice.

"Sigyn?!"

Why is it hard to talk to him? Even look at him?

"SIGYN!?!?"

I look at Deveah and sigh. She's either breaking my thoughts so I pay more attention to her or I might bump into something.

"You seem more dazed then I recall."

"Is it wrong to be confused?"

"What are you confused about?"

"Men. Particulary, Loki." I sigh.

"Maybe you should talk to him." She smiles.

"I have never talked to a boy like him before. He's mysterious and handsome. I'd most likely say the wrong things!" I throw my hands up in the air in a desperate need to resolve my conflicting emotions he is causing.

"Just be yourself and breathe. That usually helps almost every time!" Deveah grabs my hands and we start running back to the castle.

Oh, no. Not right now.

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"No! Deveah, I can't do this!" I scream holding on to a tree with my dear life.

"Yes, you can! I believe in you!" She grunts as she pulls on my legs.

"I don't care about your input!"

She tugs on me harder. Almost her full strength, if she were to go to full muscle, she'd rip my dress off.

"Excuse me?"

Deveah drops me and I fall on my face. I hear her gasp and footsteps come closer.

I get a look at the shoes and they look oddly familiar.

Black.
Green layers.
Leather.
Royal patterns.

Oh. On the hall of Valhalla. It's Loki!

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Sigyn jumps off the ground before I could help her. Her face is covered in dirt. I reach for her face and dust off the dirt, with a gentle sweep.

She looks as if she's out of breath and her cheeks are pink.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" I look over to Deveah and raise my eyebrows at her. She shrugs. "I think we should give her some space."

"No, no, no, no! I'm fine."

"Are you sur-"

"Yeah!"

I stare at her nervously. She seems nervous, too. Am I making her nervous? Does she think I'll punish her? I am a prince! I shouldn't make her feel frightened.

"I'll see you around, prince Loki." She smiles, bows and scatters off.

Deveah stands there wide eyed, and shocked. She coughs. It seems like she's trying not to laugh.

"Have a nice day, Prince Loki." She skips away towards Sigyn's direction. In the distance I hear a burst of laughter.

I can't help but smile. Could it be possible that Sigyn is nervous around me because she is infatuated?

I am lost of words around her. She'll be the reason I lose the silver-tongue title.

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"What on Hel was that, Sigyn? You went completly blank!" Deveah stomps.

"He touched my face." I sigh, even though his hands appear strong, they can give the gentlest touch.

"Come on, Sigyn. We got to go to lunch in the grand hall." Deveah grabs my hand.

A grand Asgard fiest should get the embarassment off my chest. It's in the grand hall so I'll be distracted by the decor and everything that is overly sized. Maybe some handsome gentlemen will get Loki off my mind.

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