"Loki, please."
She stared at him with imploring eyes, and his heart fractured.
Please, my love. Please.
The men held the blades to her body, and his gaze cooled.
"Take your hands off her. Put those weapons down."
One of them smiled. "Can't do that, Silvertongue. We need her."
His eyes flashed.
"Then I am afraid I will have to ruin your plans."
The mortal laughed. "Ah, Loki. Loki, Loki, Loki. There are no tricks now."
"Oh, there are always tricks," he said softly. "It is merely a case of whether you see them or not."
The men forced her on her knees, and Loki inwardly winced as blood trickled from her forehead.
She gazed up at him, and her eyes widened as she read the intent in his face.
Don't, she begged. Don't. You could-
Forgive me, he whispered. I'm so, so sorry.
He closed his eyes as she screamed.
A/N: Hello! After watching Thor the other day and finding Loki more than a little bit intriguing (honestly, that smile has me weak at the knees) I felt I had to write about him. And then an idea popped into my head. So here it is. I hope you enjoy this story!
Lightning xoxo