"Two shadows against the sun" (LokixOc)
Note: First of all I must clear this is just an exercise to improve my English, because after all, it's not my native language. So it could possibly mean my writing won't be amazing, but I'm making an effort so please don't be too rude with me! :)
Summary: Both are hopeless souls, both are angry, violent and misunderstood. Both are called villains and evil creatures, but somehow they can love each other as deep as nobody else can.
Chapter 1
Erin was never seen as the "prototype" of that charming, fair maiden any man would fall for. She was aware of it and didn't really care at all. At first sight she seemed like an average Asgardian woman. With an average body, a bit curvy a bit thin, long dark hair and shy eyes. But despite her pretty face, it was unusual for Erin to get a man's attention. Maybe because she couldn't flirt, or simply because she never tried to.
Erin grew up in one of the poorest areas of the realm, outskirts of the magnificent city of Asgard. There she faced a hard childhood, and learned to survive almost completely alone. She didn't of course, blamed her parents for it. It was never their fault. Erin was a strong woman indeed, who had not fallen for anything yet.
When Erin reached adulthood, she finally decided to change the curse of her life. The young girl left the poor village where she lived her first years and looked for a job in the capital. Erin was hosted as a maid in the palace, something already hard to achieve. She planned to save money and live there until she could buy a place of her own, someday, somewhere far away.
Being a servant wasn't a big deal for her, not a humiliation either, but a bright opportunity. Sometimes she felt a bit lonely though. She had no friends and barely spoke to people. Was there a problem with her? Why was it so hard to be liked by others? To fit in? Maybe it was just her attitude and the prejudices of society. Erin liked to smoke, which in royalty were considered to be for harlots or peasants. Erin also liked to wear eyeliner and tight pants, uncommon fashion in Asgard's "upper class". She had to deal with rude comments sometimes. Maybe after all, she was weird and was proud of it.
It was a dark, cold night in the palace. Midnight had passed already and everyone was sleeping in their respective chambers. But Erin was wandering around as always. Maybe she wasn't allowed to be there at those moments, it didn't matter. Erin stood in a balcony, in some lonely corridor, smoking a cigarette and looking at the night sky. Asgardian view was impressive from that terrace. She sighed, maybe wishing to be somewhere else, being someone else. Her life felt so empty, so senseless that night, she couldn't even explain why. But she wasn't the only one feeling that way.
At the same moment, Loki, the young prince was also prowling around the hallways. His steps were quick, his breath agitated. He was shaking and trembling with anger, gritting his teeth with wrath. The pain he was facing at that moment was incontrollable. Sweating and tearing, all he wanted was to break into pieces any object he found upon his way, no matter how big or expensive it were. His thoughts were also torturing him. Mighty Thor, successor of Odin! Of course. Thor, the loved son, the favored son, the stupid son. How silly and childish was to suffer for this event, but even more silly to believe he had a chance against him. No matter how much he had worked to impress Odin, to gain his attention and love, Thor would always opaque his efforts. No matter how Intelligent Loki was, or talented or anything, Thor would always win, would always shine. And now it was finally announced, his brother would be crowned in a few months. Loki couldn't help but to break before that idea.
Erin, standing in the same corridor where Loki was heading, heard his sobs and strides. She looked over her shoulder to see who was coming, never expecting the prince to arrive. Loki finally punched one of the ornamental statues and shattered it to release his anger. When Erin heard that noise, she walked inside the hallway and their eyes met. Loki stopped. He knew he had seen her before, but where? He blinked fast. 'Oh yes, just another wench' He thought. Erin had also seen him, and knew perfectly who he was. She frowned a bit in his presence. What was he doing?
-What are you looking at? Pick this mess up now – he yelled at her. Erin didn't react, she had trouble to assimilate the situation and her eyes showed no fear. Loki felt even angrier by this. How dare a simple maid deny his orders? When his voice was a command of complete authority capable to make anyone shiver. He gave her a mad look – I told you to clean this mess up! Are you deaf? You stupid servant – he repeated with his voice full of pride. Erin finally knelt down and began to pick up the broken pieces. 'Spoiled jerk' She thought and avoided eye contact. Loki stood there watching her. He finally had found someone to release his anger on. A disobedient maid he could put on her place. He could do anything he pleased, labor laws weren't that kind to a servant, especially if working for the royal family.
Loki smirked and started to break stuff around him, crashing more and more objects with satisfaction. Erin raised her head, her eyes were full of wrath now – What are you doing? – She asked. Loki enjoyed her frustration – Shut up, just keep cleaning. That's what you're paid for – he mocked. Erin shook her head – You don't pay me brat, your father does. I'm here to serve you, not to fix your tantrums – she teased with a brave voice. Her hands were still shaking nervously. How dare she say those things? Was she stupid? Loki felt her cruel words boiling his blood. He was now out of control – Oh really? – He replied walking towards her. Erin started to feel scared; he was a tall, powerful and fierce man.
Loki pulled her long dark hair and practically dragged her to his chambers. Erin couldn't escape, he was too strong. She had been attacked before, but this was completely different. Even in those circumstances, she didn't scream for help, nor for mercy: she screamed to insult him. – You think you're pretty rough, girl? – Loki asked when she was finally in his room. She was laying in the floor, trying to stand – Just let me go already, you won't win anything with this – she pleaded. Loki laughed – I won't harm you, if you bow down to me and beg for my forgiveness, apologizing for such a disrespectful behavior to your lord – he demanded. Erin looked at him wishing his death – Make me – she purred. Loki bit his lip and carried Erin against her will, throwing her to the bed. She actually fought to push him away – you're such a pig! – exclaimed. Loki dominated his prey in a few seconds, no matter how much Erin tried to punch him, or even strangle him. She was defenseless against her predator. He pinned her down against the bed head. – I hate you – she muttered, tears finally rolling down her cheeks. Darkness hid Loki's grin. He tore the maid's clothes apart in a few seconds, she was now twisting, pain overwhelming her skin. The prince was touching her breasts, was ravishing her buttocks. His manhood reaching and rubbing her intimates.
After a few minutes she stopped fighting him. She surrendered, started caressing his shoulders, palpating his skin instead of scratching it. Kissing his neck instead of biting it. She was still furious but somehow her actions changed. It also happened to Loki, who was no longer trying to punish her but to make her feel good. No longer looking for subjugation, but also for pleasure. It was after those moments when she started moaning that he realized he had done something terribly wrong. Something reckless, horrible, almost monstrous. Prince of Asgard raping a servant? What a shame! – Go, go now, leave while I still allow it – he said to her ear and let her out of the bed. Erin looked up disoriented, it was darkness all around. She searched for her clothes shaking, somehow scared , somehow wishing he would change his mind and take her back to his arms. She practically ran away from the room afterwards, feeling so humiliated, so outraged, but at the same time filled with inexplicable arouse. But no, no! This was terribly reckless. What would happen next? How could she stand to look at him again? She couldn't allow herself to feel something about that lonely man. She had to take him away from her mind somehow, someday.
Meanwhile, Loki was laying in his bedroom, feeling repentant of his selfish act. He was royalty, he didn't have to feel bad about it, or did he? She meant nothing to no one, or at least it seemed that way. He still couldn't sleep. Maybe he could apologize to her and forget about the situation. He couldn't allow himself to feel something about that lonely woman.