Chapter III
The mortal girl stood motionless, her back to Loki, facing another Loki, who was leaning against the wall, smiling at her dangerously. The God of Mischief laughed silently, sneaking soundless towards her.
"How?" she managed to ask the wall-Loki. He didn't say anything, but his smile grew bigger after another twist of the real Loki's hand. This one now stood right behind her.
"God of Mischief, remember?" he whispered in her ear, his voice dark and menacing, but playful. She flinched and turned on the spot. Her eyes reflected total disbelief, her mouth was open wide. Loki used this moment to quickly make his double disappear. The girl breathed heavily. A mischievous grin crossed Loki's face.
"Hello, puppet." he said softly. She turned her head to look at the wall, but no one was there. Not anymore.
"Impressive, isn't it?" Loki asked, and pushed her against the wall. She felt lightheaded, everything was so impossible... and she was frightened to death. Loki could see it, he could smell it, and he totally loved it.
He let out a slow moan. "You mortals are so stupid." he placed both hands on the wall, one on each side of the girl's head, so she wouldn't be able to escape.
"But in your defence, I have to say that my tricks are simply flawless." he added, leaning threateningly towards her. He lowered his right hand and stroked her cheek softly with the tips of his pale, infinite fingers. He pulled himself closer to her, and his hand ran down from her cheek to her waist.
"What? Did your tongue turn to lead? I hope not, we do not want to lose all the fun, do we?" he whispered, his intense gaze making her feel a mix of plain terror and embarrassment. Loki laughed as he watched her avert the look and his hand playfully found its way to her stockings, under her skirt. This seemed to set something in motion inside her. She closed her eyes for an instance, took a deep breath and opened them again. Now courage could be seen in them. She tried to push Loki away, and slapped his hand. This turned Loki even more on.
He was too quick for her: The hand she had slapped was now grasping her throat tightly.
"Oh, yes, I knew you had something." he said, absolute madness in his eyes. His face was inches away from hers.
"Mortals like you are such a challenge... so hard to resist." he whispered, inhaling her scent. She flinched again.
"Who... what... are you?" her voice trembled, she could barely breathe.
"I have already told you twice, my dear." he sighed, playing with his free hand delicately on her hip, intending to go lower, but not doing it; then he stroked her side, threatening to go higher, again not doing it.
He was about to tell her for the third time now who he was, when he heard how the door to the bar was opened. Loki and the mortal were standing just a few metres beside the door, so he had to act quickly. He loosened his grip around her throat, just in case, placing his hand gently on the right side of her neck. "Whoever it is, don't you dare to cry for help", he warned her, before she'd even started to think about doing something to escape, now that he wasn't suffocating her anymore. Then he leaned closer to her, and began to kiss her softly on the other side of her neck, tracing a line up to her ear, catching her totally off-guard. Cry for help? Plans for escaping? What? Escape from what? That he suddenly started to kiss her neck, only to avoid uncomfortable questions, had disarmed her completely. Out of pure instinct, she closed her eyes. Her breathing involuntarily accelerated with every kiss he left on her neck. Loki chuckled and bit her earlobe. Her skin was deliciously soft, and then he noticed she was breathing faster because of his kisses; knowing he had such power over her satisfied him.
They heard the door close, someone was approaching. "Is everything... oh, sorry", a man's voice said.
Loki stopped kissing her neck and looked up to the man who had dared to interrupt him. Oh, of course... the security guard, he realised immediately. He raised both eyebrows, looking totally innocent, as if he didn't know what the security guard was saying.
The security guard cleared his throat. "Sorry, I just saw her going away so quickly, and you followed her... and all this shit with the lights... I just..." he broke off in mid-sentence; obviously realising he had made a mistake.
"Are we doing something wrong, sir?" Loki asked politely, but his voice still had a threatening touch. He glanced at the girl, discreetly squeezing her neck, and she half-smiled at the man, understanding Loki's sign. She was still thunderstruck because of what had happened, so she didn't stop to think about what she was doing. The man shook his head. "No, no, it was my mistake, sorry." he apologised for the third time.
These Finnish guys, always so polite... don't know what for, Loki thought. He smiled at him very friendly and waited for the man to return inside. The door was opened and then closed again.
Loki turned to the girl, unleashing his intense gaze upon her once more, and grinned in a naughty way. "I bet you enjoyed every single kiss... didn't you?" he teased, drawing closer to her. Those mocking words were exactly the ones she needed to wake up.
"I did what?" she inquired. Definitely, of all what he had done to her that night, this was totally the most over-the-top. She gave him no opportunity to answer: She pushed him away from her, and rammed her knee in his stomach. "Don't you dare to touch me again, you fucking freak!" she cried, trying to run away from him. Her sudden reaction confused him for a moment; her attempt to hurt him had been quite successful. And now she was trying to escape. And she had called him a freak. Who the hell did she think she was? Loki growled furiously, he was going to show her who she was dealing with. She was a few meters ahead of him but he didn't bother to run after her. He twisted his hand, and a fake Loki appeared in front of her. She stopped dead. Another twist; and another double of him stood behind her. Then two more appeared: one at each of her sides. She was surrounded by what exactly?