Chapter 3: Snow White
When the servants arrived she couldn't have been more wrong, they were instructed by their Clever king to cuff her left wrist with a bracelet of sorts before releasing your ankle. It put mountains of stress on her, knowing that she'd be having dinner with the most hated man in Midgard. She tried to understand what made him even consider making amends with the human race.
The dress that was chosen for her was prettier than anything she had ever worn in her life, obviously. It was thin around her waist, going down between her breasts. The sleeves finishing at her wrists and fit tightly to her arms. The skirt ended at her knees, of course it had to be green. She was led down a long corridor and urged into a room where a table stood.
Food plates went up and down the table in exotic wonder, large meats and tankards, bowls of soup and salad. She had never seen so much food in her life, she assumed it was night by the way the moonlight shone in through the windows into the dining room.
Ava was forced to sit down at one end of the table, on the other was a chair that appeared almost like a throne in itself, that side of the table was far more ridded of appetizers and dinner plates.
The servants began shoveling foods she had never seen before onto her plate. She tried to tell them she wasn't hungry, but the more she looked at the food, the hungrier she got. The servants left her with a plate full of chickens, green leaves, meat stew and more meat. The tankard she was given held a large quantity that of wine, something she had never tried before. In fact she had never had anything alcoholic in her life. Just like she had never had a chicken, or had worn such a fine dress, or had even taken a nice bath before. If she married Loki this would be her life everyday, she would get pampered, she would be a queen.
"Thinking of something, my love?" Her eyes flashed up to meet with his, she didn't like it when he appeared out of nowhere. He was grinning, amused at how her eyes traveled over the many plates of food with wonder. "Dessert is even better. I think you will like the whipped cream pie."
"Whipped Creme pie?" Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion.
"Yes. It's quite delicious and I see that you have your plate full. Don't eat too much if you want dessert." She sighed, looking back down to her plate.
"I told them I didn't want anything." Loki frowned leaning into his right hand.
"Not even steak? I love steak."
"I would prefer an apple." Loki held his hand out, an apple appeared at the palm of his hand, ripe red. He grinned at her wide eyes, tossing the apple to her, she caught it staring at it.
"You look surprised, but you do the same thing all the time. Who taught you?" She shrugged placing the apple down on the table, Loki's eyes followed it.
"I taught myself. My parents weren't to fond of me using magic."
"Impressive, I must say. You use it a lot, yes?"
"Every chance I get, I love magic. It's the one thing that makes me feel like I'm not-"
"Alone, unwanted, unloved. I once felt those same sentiments, you don't have to feel that way, Ava."
"If this is your attempt at trying to win my heart over, your not doing it right." She retorted between clenched teeth, he smirked letting his tongue sit between his teeth for a moment.
"Then how do I win a woman like yourself' attention?" Ava grabbed the apple and took a bite from it before gulping it down.
"You first off don't-" She paused when an overwhelming feeling took her, she placed her hand over her chest and took a deep breath.
"Is something wrong, my queen?" The sensation grew stronger as did his smile and suddenly she felt allured by him, entitled to give him everything she had because he was her king. She was his and no one else's, her body reacted in such a way that she felt very aware of this.
"I feel a bit warm is all." She didn't know why she felt like this, her words weren't her words, the hand that went up to her forehead wasn't her action. The eyes she gave him were filled with desire and lust, he stood from his seat.
"I tend to be very cold. Do you want me to hold you?"
"N-Yes!" Her body was fighting with itself, her lips trembled out of fear, but her body was not under control. He took slow strides towards her, watching her ache with anticipation and when he was just close enough.
"Perhaps another bite of the apple would help." Her hand reached out for it, but another part of her wanted to toss it away. It was too late, she grabbed the apple and took another bite this time she wasn't fighting back anymore. She was fully aroused just by the way he was staring at her.
Standing up she tossed the apple over her shoulder and fell into his arms, he caught her without hesitation. Their lips only a centimeter apart.
"What have you done to me?" That single part of her whispered.
"I have made your choice easier."