The sun is setting giving the path a pink and orange glow. The temperature drops and suddenly there's a sweet smell on the breeze. You keep walking but things seem unfamiliar, strange, and odd. The breeze gets stronger and there is a soft but strong voice with it.
"Keep walking little one," it whispers.
Despite thinking you should turn back, you keep going. You move forward but unsure it's of your own volition. Light hits the path you're on leading you into a clearing. You've never seen this clearing before, intrigued more than afraid you move forward. The sweet scent from before hits you again, stronger this time. Closing your eyes as you inhale not wanting the smell to leave your senses; it makes you dizzy. Your eyes open and that's when you see him.
This man sitting before you on the lush grass stops you in your tracks. You are unsure of this beautiful stranger but he smiles. It shouldn't but it puts you at ease seeing his handsome face light up hitting his bright green eyes that are almost glowing. He rises to stand in one graceful motion. You are frozen where you stand as he approaches you. His graceful walk is one of the most beautiful things you've ever witnessed. You realize that the sweet smell is now stronger than ever as he gets closer to you. That smell is emanating from him.
He takes your hand, his skin is so soft and smooth but cold, "I have been waiting for you," he tells you softly. It was the voice that called you forward. It is so pleasing almost hypnotic. He sees that you figured it out and his lips curl upward once more, "Come," he beckons.
You let yourself be gently pulled to where he once sat. He helps you onto the ground. Sitting across from this beautiful stranger the grin still stuck to his long and sharply angled face. Your eyes meet and you quickly look away from his intense stare. A flush of red colored your cheeks as you turn and you feel as if he can see into your very soul.
His hand lifts your chin to meeting your eyes once more, "Please do not look away from me," he pleads softly. You nod staring into his bright eyes unsure if you should speak. He chuckles softly, "There is no need to talk if you are uncertain," his voice is so soft like a lullaby, "Stay with me for a time," he asks of you, cupping your cheek with his hand.
You agree with another nod, stronger this time. There is a beat of silence before you find your voice finally. "Who are you?"
He smiles and it's so gentle and inviting, "I am Loki," he says quietly but there is power in his voice, mesmerizing and strong.
"Loki," you repeat meeting his eyes once more.
It hits you suddenly, you've heard his voice in your dreams! In that place before you fall asleep, in your quiet thoughts. Can it really be him? Your eyes grow wide at your revelation.
His face is close to yours with no warning, "Yes," he answers your thoughts.
Loki's lips hit yours quickly. Your eyes grow wide before sinking into his mouth. That sweet smell intensifies now that you are molded to his body. You then realize that his mouth tastes of that smell, it's something you can't quite place. His strong and lithe arms wrap around you tightly keeping you impossibly close. His tongue brushes over yours sending your senses reeling. You feel lightheaded and your heart is pounding. He grins into your lips moving one of his hands to your hair tangling his long fingers in the tresses. Loki's fingers tightened around the strands he had a hold of. It was a sturdy grip but not painful. Nonetheless your eyes opened in surprise and a moan escapes into his mouth. You could feel his mile wide grin carve onto his face. His arm around your waist pulling you closer.
He broke the sweet lip contact, "Aren't you glad you stayed darling," he whispered into your mouth.