Chapter 2: King
It was cold, not that usual cold, but cold. It felt nice over her bare skin and the sheets that cluttered to her body were soft and plush. The pillow beneath her head providing the greatest of support and dim light fell over her clean pale skin. Her eyes flashed open and although what she was seeing was not at all home to her, she remained calm. She pulled her body up to sit, realizing that she was naked, her clothes gone and her skin now unburdened with no dirt and cuts.
Her head pounded lightly, her hair flowing down her shoulders and misty blue eyes surrounded with sand. She wiped her eyes to clarify that what she was seeing was in fact real. She had never been in such an extravagant place. The tapestries that hung off the wall were beautiful woven with green emeralds and gems embedded into the fabric. The floor was a black tile and the door across from the bed was oaken and huge as was the bed. It possessed the finest green silks she had ever seen which wrapped her nude body pleasantly.
She was so overwhelmed with her surroundings that she almost felt it was a dream, or that she was in heaven. She went to stand up from the bed, but felt a metal encircling her left ankle. She stood on her one leg and tossed the covers over coming in sight with the chain that held her down. This was no dream, it was a nightmare, she was trapped.
"Hello!" She shouted into the empty room towards the door. "Help! I can't get out! Somebody!" She felt all hope was last as when she attempted to use her magic to release herself she couldn't. It scared her, that she couldn't use her magic like she wished. She tried several times before giving up completely and laying on the bed with utter boredom. "God help me."
"I can do that." She went frigid with shock, angling her head she came face to face with a refined man, he appeared the same age as her. His black hair slicked back and two king blue eyes threw her into a trance. She rushed to pull the covers over her body and bit her bottom lip vigorously.
"W-Who the fuck are you?" He remembered a certain someone asking the same question, but in a different manner years ago... Years ago. She reminded him so much of her, her facial features, her attitude. He knew she was searching around New York's destroyed self and was brought back to remember his one true love. He had been watching her using her magic in every way a foolish person would and then she tried to defend herself and went unconscious. He brought her here because he couldn't control himself.
"I am your soon to be husband." It was odd that even through all the hatred he had for the human race, he still held interest with this young girl due to how she looked.
"Fiancé? I barely know you. I have no boyfriends, or-" He shot forward pressing his lips to hers, reaching his hand up to hold her chin and caress gently.
"My real name is Loki, to you I am master, or love. I would prefer you call me accordingly." He stated silently, his thumb caressing her lips. "You taste as I remembered." She was in a state of both fear and surprise, she had never seen Loki before, but she didn't expect him to be this attractive.
"How do you know what I taste like?" She blushed at the question, but it was only logical. Loki snapped his fingers, seconds later a figure manifested at the end of the bed. She looked just like Ava and wore a long green dress.
"This is Alvida. She is your ancestor." Loki gestured to the woman and stood, Ava's eyes traveling down his naked body stopping at his standing erection, he noticed snapping his fingers to get her attention. Her eyes found his beneath hung lashes, he was amused at the red blush over her cheeks. He gestured to the Alvida decoy again. "I had given her a pinch of my magic a millennium ago. The very magic that you possess." Ava glared at him.
"Why can't I use it then?" He circled the decoy, letting his hand go right through its illusions.
"The chain prevents it." He stated blankly before stepping back around onto his side of the bed. The decoy disappeared as Loki watched Ava try to take in the events around her. He knew she had never been in such a comfortable place, ever since his rule over Midgard nothing had been the same. The humans were forced to live underground to keep safe from the Chitauri at night. Those that were found above were slaughtered like pigs, so many of her race had died by his action and yet, here he was giving her more mercy and words than he had given to any mortal in a long time.
"I can't do this... It's wrong. I barely know you and besides aren't you supposed to be bad, or something." He rolled his eyes moving closer to her beneath the covers, but she attempted to move away. The shackle at her ankle making an annoying sound. "What this is, isn't love, it's slavery."
"Oh yes, I almost forgot, you've been pitching yourself around in the library. Found anything interesting on love." He laid back into his hands in a relaxed manner taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.
"In fact I have. My favorite to be truthful would be that of Hades and-" She stopped herself, it would encourage the man too much. She looked down at herself, she felt clean and undeniably soft. "What have you done to me?"
"You smelled of puke." He spat, she bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment. "I ordered my servants to undress you and wash you while I attended to my kingly duties."
"Hmmm... But you didn't see me naked."
"Look at yourself now." He blurted out in suppressed laughter, she realized she had ridden herself of the sheet. She nearly fell back the chain keeping her up, Loki snatched her wrist and pulled her back onto the bed.
"Listen. Take me home... I just want to be home." She begged while gazing into his eyes, Loki wove his fingers through hers and held them close. His hand was cold and unwelcoming, but she didn't mind. She realized that the cold weather was always and anything having to do with it.
"I'm afraid I can't do that. I made the mistake of letting you go years ago. Now that I am king I plan on reuniting Midgard and Asgard with our marriage."
"Why me though? I know I look like her, but... I don't want this." He growled at the pit of his throat releasing her hand and swinging up from the bed with a snap of his fingers he was fully clothed in his signature green armor with his helmet atop his head.
"You are my slave now Ava. I do what I wish with you. The servants will be in here to pick you up for dinner and perhaps another bath would due." Ava felt herself glare at the stone cold king as he entered back across the room and exited it through the royal oak doors.
She had never felt this scared in her life, she of course tried not to show it, but- At least she will be able to use her magic when the chains came off. She nodded to herself with confidence, all she needed to do was teleport and leave. That was it, just leave, perhaps this would be easier than expected.
