The King

In the morning I was hesitant when the time came for me to go and wake 's angry gaze bothered me, I knew that we would have a hard time making him accept the truth that he wasn't cast out as a babe when Odin took him. The Asgardian thinking was drilled into his mind corrupting him against us. I'll take any and all means to make him see the truth about his life as a Jotun.

I knocked gently on the chamber's doors but no answer came from within. I started to get worried, what if he found a way to escape breaking the spell binding us to stay together. I almost broke down the doors in my fright to get into the room. But he was right there on his bed sleeping so deeply, just like when he were little the maids always had a hard time waking him.

In the corner he left his armor, he took a bath, if the tube full of cold water is any indication. So he was all...under the furs...Yes he was laying naked on the bed, the furs only coming up to his lower back but still showing the curve of his behind. Never before I blushed suck a deep red in my life. Of course I knew what mates did but seeing my own mate bare for the first time came as a shock. I sat down next to his sleeping form, covering his back with the furs. I couldn't help myself and touched him. The tips of my fingers caressed his strong jaw, nose, closed eyelids and his lips. My thumb stayed on his lower lip and I wanted to know how it would feel to kiss him, I was never one to deny myself anything and I wasn't starting now. Slowly as not to wake him I leaned closer, now only a breath away our gazes met. Open eyes? He was staring at me, with the same loathing from yesterday. It made me angry, rejection was a bitter thing to swallow. I covered his lips with mine, not caring a bit about his attempt to turn his head away I followed him till I was almost on top of him. It was forceful and without any tender feelings, but he gave in. Forcefully he kissed back, gripping my hair to bring us closer. I moaned, a bad move on my part, he became even more aggressive. Turning us so he was on top, slowly he moved his right hand, making a path up my thigh then gripping onto my waist. Wherever our skins touched it turned bluish in colour. Suddenly it all stopped, his lips left mine and he removed himself from the bed.

- Do not try to sway me with the promise of your body. I wouldn't sully myself with a Jotun wench.

- The council awaits your arrival in the Throne room, I only came to wake you. - the hurt in my voice was clear and loud.

I left his chambers, my heart in pieces along with my pride. Then and there I decided I wouldn't press him to rekindle our mating bond. His duty as King to the realm was more important, and I just couldn't handle anymore of this harsh treatment. I was brought up believing that a mate provided and cared for you deeply. He was ridiculing me every time I was near him. The disgusted sneer did it this time. I was a high court Lady, a soon to be Queen. Ignoring my feelings was hard but necessary. From this moment on I can only hope that one day he will claim me as his mate giving me his love.

The day dragged on rather slowly, the council consisted of old croons still preaching about the days we were a mighty realm. Of course they gave him no punishment, but recommended lessons to teach him our traditions. In a months time the coronation ceremony would be held.

- If it's not too much to ask I wish only Loki to be crowned, our bond seems broken and we decided that his duty as a King is more important than rebuilding a bond, I can't even feel it connecting us anymore.

- Lady Yven, are you sure?

- Yes I'm sure. If you excuse me I'm needed elsewhere.

It hurt, it hurt so damned much. But I've had enough of all the pain, and he caused me a lot of it. I was almost running in my haste to leave.

-Lothar?- he was waiting outside the doors.

- My Lady?

- Tell my chambermaid to prepare all my belongings and move them to the west side of the Palace.

- But why? There's nothing in the west side except the healing chambers.

- I know, but those rooms are empty in a few days I'll leave the Capital and seek out some relatives of mine.

- What about the crowning and the Royal wedding?

- No wedding will be held Loki does not want me, the deal with Odin still stands, without me Loki won't be able to leave the realm. Now go and find my chambermaid, I'll be in the Library.

The disbelief was plainly written on his face along with curiosity. Who cared when my chest was ready to burst from pain. It was getting worse with every step I took. I will have to learn to live with this, there will be no mate soothing it. My magic was trying to repair some of the damage the broken bond was causing.

The library was almost empty, when I thought I was finally alone the doors to the Library opened with a loud bang, an angry King standing there, his eyes searching for me.

-Why are you here? - my voice only a whisper.

-I am kept prisoner here because of you, if you dare leave me with these monsters and run like a coward I swear I'll find you and...

-And what? Kill me? Do it, I dare you!

I was standing in front of him now, anger fueling my every thought and word. Rejecting me, calling us monsters, foolish boy, thinking himself above us.

-You keep calling us monsters, but the same blood runs in your veins, you are just like us, a MONSTER.

Suddenly there were only inches between us, angry puffs of breaths against my face, he was restraining himself I could see it. Hurting me would hurt him too, the bond made sure of it.

-I lost you, for years I mourned for my Mate and when finally I get you back I see someone with the face of my beloved, give him back to me, my soul is in pieces because you refuse to accept me. Am I that ugly, or stupid, that you wouldn't even consider giving me a chance. I hate you, I hate you … -my fists were pounding against his chest.

I don't remember what happened after that, but I awakened in my chambers, alone.