Loki was standing in the throne room, like any other day. He stood next to his brother Thor, before the gold, curved throne. In the throne, as always, sat Odin, king of Asgard. Without any warning, there came a scream ripped through air. As Loki, along with the rest of the court, looked up, a giant black chasm appeared over him. Then, he was able to make out a figure. It was female, and falling… and falling.
The next thing the prince knew there was a girl in his sturdy arms. She looked up at him, and he took in her appearance. She was beautiful, her hair was golden as the sun, with fiery red like fire all throughout it, and her eyes were green, flacked with hints of dark gold. Her sun set hair was ruffled by her fall, and looked wild as it hung over his arm to his waist. She was pail, almost enough to worry him, though he did not know her. And she was small, frail, but had a good figure.
"Uh, hi?" Her voice was high-pitched, but not squeaky. Lovely, like a song bird, he thought simply.
"Hello" He stated whilst bringing forth one of his most blinding smiles, "My name is Loki, might I ask who you are?"
"Sure, but first, you might want to move-"even as she said the words, another being came crashing through the still swirling vortex above his head. Loki moved swiftly and gracefully across the room. Only nearly evading the creature, which he easily identified as a Dökkálfar; a dark elf. Still holding the girl in is arm; he retrieved his dagger from his coat, and slit the approaching elves' throat. At least, he tried to, however the monster dodged his attack and went straight for the girl. Why is it after her? He wondered as he pulled her out of reach, "hold on to me" he whispered in her ear. He then felt her arms snake around his neck as she pressed herself against him. Assured that she was secure, he bolted. "You'll take care of this won't you Brother?" he called over his shoulder, Thor responded to the cry with an ecstatic smile, and began to fight.
Loki continued to run gracefully through the golden hall of the castle, never so much as jostling the girl in his arms, he ran out into the gardens, all the way to a stone bench, and sat. Never relinquishing his hold on the girl.
"Now then," he began in a steady voice, not at all winded from the run, "I still don't know your name."
"It's Threa," she stated simply, her voice shaking from fear. "Thank you… For saving me, I mean." Loki watched as she turned her face up to him, looking him in the eyes for the first time, startled by the intensity of her gaze.
"Of course, Threa."
A/N: Hello again, sorry if this chapter sucks, I had a little trouble getting motivated, but I figured you might like an update… Feel free to complain about it, I might rewrite it, or I might just move on. Send me something telling me what you think. Thanks for reading! If you have any ideas, then by all means, share them. I'm thinking I might even shoot Thor with a magic arrow, if you know what I mean. Well, farewell for now, G0.