*Loki's Point of View*
Once the door clicked shut behind Loki, he leaned up against the nearest wall and took a deep breath. He had lost control today, on an innocent no less, and she was going to end up being his undoing if he wasn't careful. _ was too naive, too innocent, for his current liking. He wanted her to be a bit more... devious... before he would have his way with her. Plus, there was the whole prophecy issue to work out. But he really had not intended to go in there and harm her, especially not over something as trivial as letting the servants eat her leftover food; all he had wanted to do was see how well she was enjoying her new lodging. However, she needed to realize that everyone, including every single one of those damnable foreign dignitaries that were coming, were all servants to his every whim.
He wasn't actually late to his meeting, in fact, he would probably end up being early, as usual. This little interruption, however, might end up delaying him a bit. His vanity and lust had gotten the better of him, which was why he had commanded her to kiss him in the first place. Then again, he was still ten times more intelligent than his emotionally-driven brother, which was how he was able to request just a kiss. What he had not planned on was the insatiable pleasure that had coursed through his veins when _ kissed him; well, when he tricked her into a mouth-on-mouth kiss. When they had kissed, it was like he could feel her soul melding into his; Loki had kissed, and done more with, many women, but none of them brought forth the same feeling that his kiss with _ did.
He heard her voice through the door, "Oh hell, _. What did you just get yourself into?"
This caused the God of Mischief to smirk and wonder what sort of COPING mechanism she was planning on doing. He heard her feet putter patter towards the back of her room, to where the bathroom was located and promptly decided he was going to follow her, albeit unseen. Breathing deeply, Loki closed his eyes, calling upon one of his many, many talents with magic. When he opened them again, he was standing in her bathroom, watching her start to run a hot bath. He held his lust in check as he watched her peel off her sweater, showing a ratty, grey-colored bra that had to be far too old to do any good. He made a mental note to have someone pick up some decent lingerie for her; then again, if the way things were happening sped up any faster, she might not ever have need of clothes. He saw a few bruises from their earlier encounter and felt a slight twinge of guilt, which was quickly dissipated as he continued to watch her.
She next peeled off her black slacks and flat shoes, revealing her burn-scarred legs. This took Loki aback a bit, simply due to the fact that he had never heard anything about her being harmed before; the flesh on her legs was shiny in most places, much like a blister, but much more taught than he would have expected; most of the skin was a few shades redder than the rest of her body. The scars ended in the middle of her thighs, but he spotted a few smaller scars on her lower back and hips. The desire to feel her scars was overwhelming, but it was quickly squashed as he watched her pick up her clothes off of the floor, fold them gently, and walk across the room to her closet. He had never noticed her slight limp before, probably because she had always gone about her duties essentially unseen, by him at least. Her left foot curved inwards ever so slightly, giving her a slight duck-footed limp. This caused a strange emotion Loki couldn't quite place to tug at his heartstrings, but he ignored it.
As _ peeled off her undergarments, he watched her, fascinated with her body shape; of course, he had plenty of women, and men, of all shapes and sizes in his bed, but none quite so delicious-looking as _. Her waist was well defined from her wide hips and thick thighs and her glorious rump looked as if it could balance a goblet of wine atop it. Her breasts were definitely larger than her sister's, they hung slightly lower than he was accustomed to, but her nipples stood at attention in the slightly brisk bathroom air, almost calling out to Loki. In all actuality, her body reminded him of some Italian Renaissance paintings, and sculptures, he had seen at the museum in Germany. He watched her slowly step into the immaculate tub, wincing slightly as her scars met the hot water. As _ began to unwind, easing her bruised body into relaxation, Loki's desire for her mounted. Her soft, innocent form was so unbelievably tempting. He was unsure if she had ever been taken by another being before, but that was no matter, for even if she had, he would clear their name(s) from her head so fast, it would make her head spin. He started to slowly stalk up to her, wondering how he should reveal himself, so as not to scare her, when she began to hum; the tune stopped him dead in his tracks. It was so familiar to him, but he wasn't quite sure where he had heard it before. The tune was soft and lilting, with beautiful highs and soft lows. And that was before she even started to gently sing.
"Gentle mother, font of mercy,
Save our sons from war, we pray.
Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
Let them know a better day."
Loki realized it was not the same song the Midgardian human children used to sing to his mother during their wars, but it was reminiscent of it. Despite his lust, Loki wanted to hear more from her lips. It was like an addiction for him; her lovely lips forming such beautiful words and her voice sounding much like the Valkyries that would sing when taking fallen soldiers to Valhalla. Loki chose to sit and listen to her, perching on the very end of the bathtub, close enough that if she were able to see or feel him, his leather would be brushing against the fine hairs on her arm.
"Gentle Mother, strength of women,
Help our daughters through this fray.
Soothe the wrath and tame the fury,
Teach us all a kinder way.
Gentle Mother, font of mercy,
Save our sons from war, we pray.
Stay the swords and stay the arrows,
Let them know a better day."
With that, _ laid her head back against the tub and closed her eyes. The tub had no bubbles in it at the moment, so Loki could see nearly everything from head to toe. As he stared at her naked flesh, he couldn't quite understand what it was about this young Midgardian woman that made him so frazzled. He had been with far more beautiful women, who probably knew a hell of a lot more than she when it came to the art of sex. Was it due to her innocence? Her naivete? Loki was seriously starting to doubt his well-being when he remembered he had to get to his meeting. As he unfolded himself from the tub, he saw that she had fallen asleep and her head was slowly inching down towards the water. Smirking at her and shaking his head he thought about how humans were such careless, unknowing creatures. If he walked away, it was entirely possible that she would drown in her own bathtub. However, the thought of that made Loki's stomach clench, so he drained her bath water, then grabbed a huge, fluffy towel and wrapped her in it. He was not only strong, even by some Asgardian rank, he also had inhuman speed, so in the time it would've taken a human to get out of the tub, wrap in a towel and walk out the door, he had already placed her onto her chaise lounge and was already halfway to the meeting room, where it appeared he was actually late.
Author's Note: This chapter and the next were originally going to be one whole one, but it was getting far too long with all of the content the next chapter is going to contain. So this one is essentially just a little filler piece to drive some of my readers insane. (I'm looking at you, Megalus and my Resident Cat Lady!) The song "you" are singing is Sansa's Hymn from the Song of Ice and Fire series, but I highly recommend you look it up on Youtube. My personal favorite is the version done by Karliene; go check it out!
