Cecily
Have you ever met your dream guy? The one who has the whole package? No, you probably haven't have you? I met mine only he had some, extras added. Our relationship, is far from perfect I mean after all he did kidnap me, because he wouldn't or didn't know how to ask me out. Yeah I love him, but he is a little crazy. If you were a demigod from another dimension I'm sure you would too, right?
I was on my way home from my job, a waiter at the downtown café when my life changed. It was a nice day in Seattle, Washington, for us it was anyway. It was slightly sunny and it wasn't raining or the first time this week, I took it as a sign, a sign that something good was going to happen. In a way, I suppose I was right. In a way, that I wasn't expecting. As I lulled myself into a false sense of security, someone was watching me. I looked around; across the street was the hottest guy I had ever seen.
He was tall, and skinny, yet muscular perfectly fit, total grope worthy abs underneath his ink black trench coat. He had ink black hair to match, which was slightly long, and combed back perfectly. His face had an odd smoldering hot innocence, the kind that would make you believe anything he said, yet he was still hot. He was perfect, my dream come to life. I suddenly became self-conscious. Why was he looking at me? Did I have something on my face? I felt at my face. No, I didn't. Was this going to be one of those unrealistic love scenes from the novel Lucy reads all the time? I peeked over at Mr. Wonderful; he was still looking at me. The odds of him coming over here were slim looking, so I turned around and walked home. Pushing desperate thoughts from my head of him chasing behind me. I really had to stop talking to Lucy.
Mr. Wonderful was in my dreams that night. He came into my apartment, while I was sleeping, (I awoke when he broke my window.) and he kidnapped me. I didn't struggle I was too captivated by his emerald green eyes.
I awoke, (in real life) and assumed I was still sleeping, and was continuing to dream about Mr. /wonderful, who was sitting on a chair in the corner of room I had never seen. It was large, my whole apartment cold fit in there, and the walls were covered in paintings of random religious stuff. A chandelier hung above a king sized bed that I was laying on. I decided that I had enough of Mr. Wonderful for tonight and pinched myself, hoping I was dreaming and would wake up. Instead, I pinched myself, and was surprised and the pain it brought me. I pinched myself again and repeatedly to the point where I was bleeding. What was going on? I looked over at Mr. Wonderful,
"Am I dreaming?' I asked, hoping this would be the part he would say "Well duh!" and I would wake up instead he shook his head.
"No, I have awaited your awake." He said sounding super formal, awaiting my awake. What the fuck?
"Wait. A. Second Am I awake?" I asked sitting up, only to find I was wearing an emerald green dress. I clutched my chest trying to keep my beating heart in there.
"Yes you are." He said, as if he didn't see why this was important,
"I am really here?" I asked, trying to calm down, knowing that this was the part where I wake up in my cheap, dingy apartment.
"Yes you are, do you look the room?" he asked, my heart was going faster then, a super fast thing.
"No." was all I managed confusion cloaked his handsome face
"You do not like your room? Did you prefer the hut, you lived in before?" he asked, I shook my head.
"L-Look I swear if you let me go I won't press charges." I said, his confusion deepened
"Leave, why would you leave?" he asked,
"Because-"I started to say but Mr. Creepy Wonderful, but he cut me off
"Do you not wish to be my queen?" he asked, looking dead serious. Now it was my turn to be baffled
"Queen?' I asked hoping he would elaborate
"After my victory, I would appoint you my queen. Together we would rule over petty mortals." He said anger growing in his every word I slipped off the bed
"Look, sorry but I really don't want to be our queen. Can I just go now?" I asked, he smiled and my heart melted. I sucked in my cheeks. He kidnapped you! He is talking about world domination! Don't you dare fall for him, you dolt! I thought, the pain of biting myself was enough to get back in control. I walked towards the door
"Bye." I said and slipped out the door, I was free for about five seconds when a hand reached out behind me and grabbed my arm. Shit! I thought, thoughts racing fast, I summered, the grip tightened, so much to the point to which I was sure my arm would break in half, I turned around Mr. Creepy Wonderful was holding on to me, I squirmed again and he squeezed tighter and I yelped in pain. Tears of pain sprang to my eyes, his grip slackened, and then he scooped me up under my legs as if I were a baby, and carried me back to the room. I cradled my wrist to my chest. Trying to focus on the pain that it was going through, and not the firm abs that were rubbing against my waist or his breath tickling my neck. He placed me on the bed, not speaking to me at all until he said
"You can't leave, until I want you too." Then closing and locking the door behind him. I jumped p, and ran to the door, hoping I was wrong and he didn't lock it, my hope was useless. I'm not sure how many hours I pounded and screamed at the door, searched the room, for ways of escape, eventually my body gave out and I slipped into unconsciousness.
When I awoke, I was on the bed again, and in a different dress, this one was black and laced tightly around my middle. I looked around the room. Mr. Creepy was sitting in the chair again, the same one he had sat in when I realized I had been kidnapped. He smiled when he saw I was awake,
"I apologize for last night I lost my temper. How is your wrist?' he said it so kindly, so full of remorse that I answered him
"It's fine, can I go now?" I asked, he frowned
"No." he said, then he got up and left again, mumbling under his breath, saying words I didn't understand. I laid back and sobbed when he left.
Three days later.
I awoke as I had for the past four days to Mr. Ass Hat sitting in the chair, staring at me. Smiling when I awoke, each morning I was wearing a different dress, and I felt uncomfortable wondering who had put it on me.
"I want to ask you something." I stated, he looked at me curious and surprised, yesterday I told him he was an asshole and that he should die on the spot.
"What would you like to ask?" he said I took a deep breath
"What's your name?" I asked trying to keep calm, he nodded
"I am Loki of Asgard." He said, I let out a laugh, he looked alarmed "Asgard is a mighty kingdom, do not mock it!" he yelled, he was towering over me in seconds, his face inches from mine. The amount of anger that rolled off him was terrifying and he must have realized it because he turned away. "Your other questions." He said
"What makes me so special? Why won't you let me go? Why did you kidnap me in the first place? Who has been changing me into these dresses?" I asked, he chuckled
"You ask many questions. I cannot answer all of them." He said I opened my mouth to argue but he waved me away
"I cannot answer what I do not understand myself. Let's see I have already informed you that you are to be my queen, I can't let you go. Maids have been changing your garments, that seems to be all your questions answered for now right?" he asked looking at me. I sighed
"I guess." I mumbled, and lay down trying to keep the tears hidden. I just wanted to go home.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, I bit my lip
"What?" my voiced seemed weak even to my ears,
"What is your name?" he asked I rolled over disbelief swelling up inside of me.
"You kidnapped me, but you don't even know my name?" I asked incuriously. He looked at the floor
"It was the spur of the moment, err taking you." He said,
"So you didn't plan this? You didn't stalk me for weeks?" I asked looking at him, he shook his head. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
"My name is Cecily Stark." I said he nodded, then as he was about to turn around and lock me in this hellhole again he stopped. He looked at me, torn between a decision
"Cecily, would you like to join me for a walk?" he asked, my heart sped up. A way to escape! Was all that I thought, but once again, I took the wrong sign.
We didn't go outside; we walked around the giant mansion that was to be my prison. My cage, my beautiful cage. When he had shown me every room, I expected s to go back to mine but instead he took me back to the library.
"I must teach you of Asgard, if you are to be my queen." He said, I sighed didn't he get it?
"Look, Loki I'm not your queen. Never have been never will be." I said, he simply ignored me and sat down. He gestured to the chair across from him,
"Please sit." He said, I placed my hands on my hips, and then I sucked in a breath and sat down. Loki smiled for his own reasons and he began by telling me his entire life story, well some of it. Little did I know that he was stealing me in a way nether of us realized.
