Loki's Warrior

Chapter 3: Everyone Has a Favorite Flower

I've always thought of myself as a warrior who would do anything for her people, but the more my mind wandered to Loki the more those thoughts didn't seem to matter. It was a realization that I wasn't happy to make, but one that was true. And I hated myself for thinking in such a way.

A man that I had only known for two days now was in my head, embedded in my thoughts. He would always find a way to creep up into my head while I was trying to focus or sleep or do anything really.

Thor was still gone to Midgard, meaning I had to watch Loki. I guessed his whole reasoning for me watching his brother wasn't to get Loki out of his cell, but because the guards weren't as trustworthy as I was. I had gained his trust and quite frankly I was honored, but I didn't know if I could contain Loki.

Loki is let out of his cell, his hair and clothes and face very put together and nice for having spent the night in a prison cell. He wears a simple leather ensemble instead of his prison robes, but chains around his waist, ankles, and wrists are still placed around him.

"Good morning." I greet him. The guards hold onto him as if Loki might lunge out to hurt me.

"What are our plans for the day?" Loki smiles, obviously not appalled to the idea of staying by my side for some reason.

"I don't know." I answer honestly. My only plans were for Thor to come back so I could continue my fighting. But I couldn't do that if I was busy babysitting for him.

"Very well, I have an idea." The guards tighten their holds on his arms and Loki growls. "If you'll let me speak."

"Let him go." I instruct and the guards drift back. Loki shakes them off, standing up straight. His height is quite honestly a bit intimidating. Even though I've fought monsters twice his size there was something about him that made me feel especially vulnerable.

"Shall we?" He motions to me and begins to walk. I have to run to keep up, holding my satchel at my side. I had simple clothes on, but ones I could fight in if I needed to.

Loki swiftly makes his way up into the hallways still in chains.

"Hold on." I catch him by the arm, turning him towards me. He watches as I free him from his chains, using the tip of my dagger to pick the locks easily. I try not to touch his skin, knowing that my face would turn bright red if I did.

"You've got quite the skill." I'm severely complimented by this. To be complemented by the god of mischief himself.

"Learned it from my mom." He smiles, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs had been. I throw the chains off to the side and they land on the floor with a loud crash. "What was your idea?"

"Right. I thought we could have a quiet evening on Vanaheim." He says like he pondered the idea greatly.

"That place is overrun with evil, Loki." Saying his name make tingles ignite under my skin and Loki seemed to like it when I said his name.

"I would fit right in." He jokes.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Thor wouldn't like that very much."

"Let's not dwell on what Thor would think. How about Sakaar?" He offers a different alternative. I had never been to Sakaar, but I knew that the Grandmaster held bloody and mangling tournaments there.

"How about something less dangerous? We could go to Midgard. It was my favorite thing to do when I was young." Even though I was Asgardian, my parents lived on Midgard. They moved there a few years back once they decided that Asgard was too full of hatred and war. I lived with them for awhile after that.