Daddy's Little Princess

please don't let me drown, save me from myself

A/N: A continuation from the last part. What is Amara up to and will she be able to change for the better before it's too late? Let's hope so or else she'll risk so much. Mentions of implied drunken smut. Also, no worries this isn't the end as there's so much more planned for this story. :)

The bright lights of the strobes flashed around the huge living room and the music blared, the bass bouncing off the walls. Amara moved her body in time with the beats and held a red solo cup in her hand, full of a mix that consisted of vodka and orange juice. She was currently having the time of her life and even though she kept this a secret from her parents, felt so unbothered by it. There was a slight buzz forming throughout her body, but it wasn't quite enough for her; she craved more. Of course, it didn't help matters when her so called 'friends' kept pressuring her to drink some more, betting that she couldn't handle the same amount of liquor as them. Having the blood of an immortal coursing through her veins, Amara smirked smugly and accepted the challenge, chugging back two more cups worth of fluid. Everyone who was watching the scene cheered wildly, except for one person in particular－a young man by the name of Noah. He stood behind her, placing his hands on her hips and slowly began to feel up her body, with his face buried deeply into her neck.

Almost instinctively, Amara pulled away and turned to look at him, seeing the lustful and drunken expression in his eyes. She knew that she should have walked away but instead, she leaned in closer to him and crashed her lips onto his, with him kissing her back feverishly. He licked her lips, seeking entry into her mouth, which she eagerly granted him. Her hands moved through his messy dark blonde hair and then trailed themselves down his back, resting on his ass afterwards. The sexual tension between them was so tense that it could easily be cut with a knife, even a dull one at that. It didn't take long for Noah to lift Amara up into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her into the nearest bedroom, with him kicking the door shut with a foot. He laid her down onto the bed and began to grind up against her, eliciting a series of soft moans from her.

Meanwhile, as the night went on, Loki became more and more ill at ease and couldn't stop pacing about the living room; it was a miracle that he hadn't worn a hole in the floor. 'That girl better be home soon, or I swear to Valhalla that she won't like me very much for awhile,' he grumbled inwardly, a troubled expression painted on his features. The uncertainty of whether or not she was okay plagued him greatly and he felt so conflicted about going over to her friend's house to check up on her. He feared that one day a police officer would be at the front door to inform you and him that your daughter was involved in a horrific accident, that she was no longer with you and that would frequently be a subject of his nightmares.

A heavy sigh came from his lips and he stilled himself by the large picture window, staring out at it. It was getting darker by the minute and he didn't wish to take any chances with the safety of his little girl, so he used his seidr to track her down and headed over there, hoping that he wouldn't witness anything too upsetting as he arrived there. He appeared in the room and scrunched his nose up at the overwhelming scent of alcohol and sweat, then glanced around to see if he could see any sign of his daughter there. So far he was out of luck but then his keen ears picked up on some noises coming from one of the rooms, his stomach turning at the thought of what it could be; with him beginning to plead to the Norns as he approached the door.

Please don't let it be Amara in there...not my sweet little princess...

His hand stilled on the doorknob, his nerves were abundant and his breath was shallow. After bracing himself for the worst case scenario, he eventually managed to open the door and felt his heart sinking, along with his eyes widening in anger as he caught his daughter in the act of messing around with some guy she just met; with her seemingly having the time of her life riding him like there was no tomorrow. His jaw clenched up in fury and his hands balled up into fists. "Amara Frigga Lokidottir, what in the nine realms do you think you're doing," he growled fiercely, getting both of the teens attention rather quickly. Damn it, how could this be happening? He diverted his attention away from the bed to avoid the awkwardness of seeing his daughter's body entangled with someone else's; this boy would soon pay dearly and regret ever laying a hand on her.