While celebrating her birthday, Louise and her friend recklessly decide to give her the ultimate present: a meet-and-greet with the Avengers. In the middle of the night.
But one thing leads to another, and Louise is thrown into a strange world of ma...
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His grin in the picture though...
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Blood was pooling from a wound in her stomach, onto a floor I couldn't see. My gaze was fixated on the tiles on the ground, my feet almost leaving a trace as I walked in circles.
More blood was seeping through my fingers, spreading onto my skin. My right hand fumbled with the fabric of my sleeve, almost tearing it.
Her blood turned my veins black, like a disease. My left hands' fingers trailed my right hand wrists, up and down, until my skin turned red.
"Quit pacing." I stopped walking. The man in the cell next to me stood, facing the barrier between us.
"Mind your business." I spat at him. He just chuckled.
"I am."
"You're not. I am not your business." It stayed silent for a second, and I turned around again. Her cold, lifeless eyes.
"I see they tried to rid you of your mortal clothes?" I sighed. What was with this man?
"My mortal clothes were just fine, thank you." I replied stubbornly. I had walked towards the barrier to stand in front of him, my hands resting on my hips. He was intimidating like this: I had never stood before him, nor had I ever even had a conversation with him. Not to mention he was tall, and I was not. I felt a strange tingle in my stomach, but ignored it.
"I must say, I do like this colour better on you." The grin on his handsome face widened, his eyes leaving a burning feeling as they traced my figure. I gasped at his comment. What in the world? Who did he think he was, looking at me like that?
"Loki Laufeyson, at your service." He bowed. His black hair escaped from behind his ears and fell in front of his face. When his eyes caught mine from behind the curls, I quickly stepped away from him. I was too close. Far too close.
So I sat down on some pillows on the ground. Kyr had indeed changed my cell. I now had a reasonable bed, a small desk and the pillows. If I saw her again, I would have to thank the girl.
And her, too, before it was too late.
"Odin doesn't usually allow maidens to decorate here." The man said with an ironic tone, as if he knew I had been thinking about the new things in my cell.
"Well, you must be very special, then."
He froze for a second, not expecting a reply from me. Then he composed himself and curled one corner of his mouth up.
