The cold flickering eye and gold eye patch she recalled form her past held her gaze from across the room. A cunning smile, not unlike that often found on a predator before tearing the life from its prey, grazed across the intruder's face. He knew that he had finally discovered the location of the lost girl. She was his as she sat knelt beneath his feet across the room, panic flickering beneath the steady gaze slicing him from those large, beautiful, blue eyes of hers. This was perfection.

Moments passed as the slender figure and the intruder challenged the other to shatter the silence first. So many unspoken words hung in the air between them hanging like shards of glass, posing a threat to whoever ended the suffocating silence.

The girl's curiosity begot the better of her as she muttered one word, "Odin."

"King Odin, Allfather of Asgard to you." He corrected without hesitation.

"King Odin," she returned with a bitter edge coating her words, "What so brings you to trespassing on this bleak night?"

"I am a King. Kings do not trespass, as you word it." The reply came rather forced as if the King was at a loss for words.

"Oh but you forget, my liege. You are not a King in this realm. You are currently on my personal property."

"Ah but you forget, Sigyn dearest. You still remain my subject regardless of the realm in which you are located. Another fact seems to have slipped your mind."

"And what exactly would this fact consist of?" The young girl replied, a slight quiver of fear entering her once steady voice.

"I own you, dearest. You are my possession. Your beloved uncle entrusted your life to me before the incident. I have but come to claim my belonging and what a magnificent one it is." The king stated his purpose and refreshed her memory as his piercing blue eye slowly travelled across the body that knelt before him causing it to squirm under his examination. She knew that all he had said was true and that she had to fulfil his every wish whatever it may be. The thought caused her to shudder which caught the Allfather's attention.

"Rise Sigyn. Let me see all that you have become." The King addressed her with a hungry smirk creeping across his face causing another shudder to tremor down the girl's spine. She did as she had been instructed but very slowly as to demonstrate her reluctance at doing so. A soft hum of approval came booming from the king. The figure under speculation felt her stomach churn at the thought of what he may intend to do to her and at thoughts of resemblance to Thor. The large booming voice, the piercing blue eyes, the fair hair and the grin of approval at what she was. Thor had often given her that same look of satisfaction yet she had rejoiced at seeing it form him unlike the dread she currently felt. She had never truly loved Thor, or so she told herself, but rather was glad at the prospect of being worthy for him. When she had come under the royal family's protection she had at once become intended for the elder brother which seemed to suit everyones purposes except those of the younger brother. He had been jealous of Thor but only she had seen the subconscious hatred that flickered beneath his eyes whenever her and Thor were together. These memories from her past were those she often avoided due to the pain, grief and sickness she experienced at remembering.

"Feeling faint are we, darling?" The deep voice inquired extracting the girl from her thoughts. "Perhaps you should take a seat over here, next to me." The figure merely nodded and reclined into the soft couch as far away as was possible from her intruder.

"Move a little closer now why don't you, Sigyn dear?" The voice beckoned causing the girl to do so rather reluctantly.

"I am sorry, your highness. Your unexpected arrival has rendered me rather ill. Which is not surprising after my banishment. It does stir rather unpleasant memories for me and I would rather not visit them at present." The resentful, bitter, sad reply echoed in the air leaving the intruder to grow angry at her. He knew that she was deliberately being awkward. He had seen her do it so many times when she was a child. She would manipulate the situation so as to put everyone else at fault but herself. It infuriated him to a great extent.

"I am so dreadfully sorry about that misunderstanding, my sweetest. Once we have returned to Asgard we shall right all the many wrongs that have befallen upon you, poor little thing." A smirk was spread across the king's face as he lined his words with sarcasm he knew she would easily interpret.

"I accept this so very sincere apology, my liege, but you never truly explained to me why you murdered my parents for trying to protect me." The returned sarcasm floated to the king's ears causing his brewing anger to become more ferocious. He could not understand why she would speak to a king in such a manner.

"That is not of your concern at this precise moment."

"Why is it not? You murdered my parents because they wanted to protect me from evil doers such as yourself. They were trying to help but you killed them. You are a heartless monster. Why did you come here, exactly? To exert your power over me and have your way with me? You take whatever you want and believe is yours. Yet it is not your choice to decide what belongs to you nor it is it your place to control life and death. Are you going to murder me like you did my people after you have gotten what you desire from me? You are cold and heartless. You are no better than a Frost Giant." She screamed these insults and immediately began to silently sob once she had completely her rant.

The words stung the king's heart and fuelled his burning fire of rage. He could not bear it anymore. How dare she insult him so? How dare she question his authority? She was nothing but a peasant before they had helped her. He sat there staring at her. Hatred and want burning behind his eyes. He had to find release from the tension somehow. In a quick, strong movement he grabbed the weary figure's face in his hands and forced a kiss onto her red, perfect lips.

She did not have time to react to this. He was kissing her before she could pull away with his strong hands forcing her head toward his. She tried to stay limp and unemotional but the kiss was not what she had expected. It was gentle and smooth, filled with a desire that seemingly stretched back years. It was unlike anything she had experienced from the handful of kisses she had shared with Thor. They were always filled with lust and control. He knew she belonged to him and she had no choice in that. This was entirely different. It was filled with such great longing that she had to kiss him back. She could not help but wonder how it could be brutish Odin kissing her.

The king didn't know whether her response was forced due to obligation or because of a true emotion. She was being gentle and shy but he didn't want that. He began to kiss her with more force pushing his tongue between her lips forcing his entrance into her mouth. She began to retreat at this but he kept pushing it, releasing all the anger he had felt onto her. He suddenly realised she was trying to bite him so he pulled away out of breath, letting three syllables slip that needed to be kept secret.

"I love you."