The second my head cleared I pulled my arms from Loki and hopped on the floor; what I didn't account for was my legs being so weak. Making an embarrassing squawk noise I fell to the floor, but above me Loki just laughed. It was a bit hard to glare at a naked God without blushing, so I kept my gaze on the floor as I righted myself.

"Why did you do…" I motioned towards myself awkwardly, "that?"

"Because Pet," he toyed with my wet hair, distaste obvious on his face, "I am going to touch you whenever I want." He leaned close to whisper in my ear. "This was a beginner course."

Not knowing what to say I let Loki lead me into the bedroom. Once there he surprised me again. There was a set of clothes on the bed, expensive ones. He motioned towards them with a smile. "Go on."

Gulping I walked forward, touching the clothes. I sort of expected a snake to dart out and bite me, but nothing happened. Reaching down I properly gripped the dress; it was actually quite nice. Soft silk flowed from an empire waist and gave the overall look of a green sea, and even though the colour probably wouldn't suit me, I loved it. But refused to show that kind of gratitude around or to Loki; he did, after all, wipe out an entire town because I called him a petulant child. Typical of his style, there was no underwear present. Glancing once at Loki, I realized that he was already dressed, wearing an obviously tailored grey suit with a green tie and a pitch black scarf on top. Feeling even more self-conscious I hopped into the dress the only way I knew how; thankfully I got it correct. The only problem was that I couldn't do the laces up at my back.

"Please, allow me." I felt cool hands tighten the laces; it felt like I was being suffocated.

"Does it need to be this tight?" I paused for breath. "I thought you didn't want me wearing clothes." From behind me Loki laughed and loosened the ties slightly, allowing me to actually take a real breath.

"Well, Pet, that is only when we are in my chambers. I can hardly have every person gazing upon your body. That pleasure is mine and mine alone." I suffered my embarrassment in secret.

"So are we going somewhere?" I could only pray that it was near somewhere with an electrical current; I was pretty sure that I could try and give Loki just a soft knock out zap with some. If I don't accidentally melt his face off... that would be a loss. Shaking my head at the turn of thoughts, I turned into Loki.

"I am taking you to a hairdressing—I believe that is the term used—parlour." I felt his fingers sift through my wet hair; a strange sensation went through it and somehow I knew that he had dried it. "I cannot have you looking like this." Personally I didn't know what he was talking about. My hair had a few split ends and could use some layering, but to be honest the long style had always worked for me. He picked up my hand and tisked. "I will also ensure you get your nails done." Slightly offended I looked down at the roughly bitten off nails. So I bite when nervous, who cares?

"Come." He offered his arm to me, and with slight hesitation I took it.

...

I felt a strange sense of vertigo, and then we were suddenly out the front of an obviously expensive hairdressing parlour. I could already feel the pulsing of electrical instruments; my body practically hummed in pleasure. Loki gripped me around the waist and moved his mouth next to my ear. I shivered as his always cold breath ran down my neck.

"If I sense even the slightest change in the air, or any strange side-effects from the electrical instruments, I will personally ensure that every person in this parlour dies an extremely uncomfortable and painful death. Understood?" He pulled my face upwards. I nodded. Smirking he leaned down and kissed me lightly on the lips; to anybody looking in we must have seemed like a couple in love.

Loki stepped forward, still holding my arm and opened the door for me. Breathing deep I focused all my energy on ensuring that nothing strange or electrical happened, which nearly failed when I felt a hairdryer blow in the back room. Thankfully Loki missed it.

"May I help you?" The receptionist at the desk gave me a sarcastic look like she knew I was completely out of place here. It was ok; I was used to people looking at me like that.

Loki answered for me. "Yes, my assistant booked your top stylist for my Freyja here." I smiled sweetly when Loki pinched my hip in warning. The receptionist instantly perked up when Loki stared speaking, and I could understand why. In the custom-made suit and with his long hair slicked back from his structured face, he looked every inch the successful and attractive businessman.

"Of course, you're Mr Loki. Janice will be ready for your sister in a moment." I could tell the woman was fishing and apparently so could Loki. The hand that had been lightly touching my waist now wrapped around it in a possessive manner, his fingers lightly stroked my stomach.

"Actually she's my fiancée." I froze at the word and glanced at Loki through the corner of my eye. He had a smile on his face that would have fooled even me had I not known what he was. The receptionist gave me a look of disbelief, and then she smiled a cat's smile. I felt Loki's arm around me stiffen and realized that I would have to take over, or see this lady get turned into a very dead lady.

"Darling," I fell into this role perfectly; after all I had been around Loki for a few days now. "Shall we go and get my hair fixed?" I patted him on the arm like he was a dog, enjoying the reverse in roles.

I smiled brightly to the receptionist. "Is Janice ready yet?" Fingering my hair I gave her a desperate look. "As you can tell I really need a fix up." The receptionist smiled tightly and directed us to our seat.

We were lead to a private room, and the second I sat down a lady seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She smiled brightly then gave me a distressed look and shoved Loki out of the way to get to me.

"Hello, I'm Janice. And my, what an earth happened to you, dear?" Her voice was extremely southern and I found myself smiling. She fingered the ends of my hair; I then noticed that some of it was actually burnt. I gave Loki a worried look; he seemed to understand that I had used up all my lying skills when saving that receptionist.

"I am afraid my Fiancée had an accident at work." He paused and waited for Janice to wave him on; I at least had to admire his lying capabilities. "She works as chef; clumsy girl left her hair down and this happened."

Janice smiled and nodded, seeming to understand. "I see, and do you happen to know what kind of style your fiancée would like?"

"Keep it long, but cut of all burnt and dead end bits. She can decide the rest."

Janice smiled, "Very well. Now, Mr Laufy, you can just take a seat in the waiting room if you want." My mind flashed back to the waiting room. It was extremely nice room with no doubt up-to-date magazines and a TV. Obviously having found it acceptable he left the room. I watched as most of the female eyes in the other room followed him.

Clapping her hands Janice placed them on my shoulder.

"Well now that he is gone, care to tell me what you want?"

Confused I opened my mouth. "What do you mean?"

"Oh honey, you don't have to hide it. I know all about men like him, hell I have married a few. They come in with their fancy tricks and rich hands, and then they walk all over us." I felt myself smiling at Janice's apt description. She snapped her fingers and somebody put a smock into it. Unfolding it she placed it around my neck.

"Ah actually, Loki is right about my hair." I turned red at the intense look Janice gave me; like she didn't believe me. I almost felt guilty for lying. In all honesty I would love to have hair that just passed my shoulders; it would be all wispy and frame my face expertly.

"Ah now," Janice pointed a finger at me in the mirror, "I can tell you're thinking of a different hair style. Tell me about it." I knew that Janice wouldn't let me go without me at least telling her about it.

"Well, it's just under my shoulders and not halfway down my back... and it's wispy, layered and thinner." As I spoke Janice nodded and I knew she was seeing my vision.

"Well, let's make that happen." My eyes widened and I shook my head vehemently. Janice sighed and twirled my chair so I faced her. Bending down on her legs, she faced me.

"Now you listen here, because I know exactly what you are going through, hun. I once had a man who would tell me how to do everything; what to wear and who I could talk to. Now one day, I said no. So he gave me this." Janice pulled up her fringe and showed me a scar. "He beat me blue with a TV remote of all things." I looked unsure over at Loki; I could just see him through the mirror. He was seemingly engrossed in a book; one that he must have materialised out of nowhere. Janice placed her hand on my cheek lightly, my attention was now firmly on her. Breathe, just breathe. Thankfully she removed that hand quickly. "I would hate to see something like that happen to you, especially when you are so young." Nodding I looked down at my hands, I knew that I had a choice to make, so I did.

"I... I would like the hairstyle I picked please." Smiling brightly Janice clapped her hands and spun me back around in the chair.

"Now doll, if your man doesn't like what you've done and maybe feels like expressing it then you call the cops," she handed me a card, "and then you call me." Touched I took the card from her, tucking it into some of the well hidden pockets I had found in the dress.

...

After only an hour my hair was done. I smiled at myself in the mirror. Somehow Janice had performed a miracle. My hair was exactly the way in envisioned it, down to the perfectly trimmed fringe.

"I see you decided to change your hair." Shocked out of my happy daydream, I glanced nervously at Loki through the mirror. To anyone else he would seem indifferent, but I noticed the subtle tightening of his fingers and the slight flash of anger in his eyes as he looked at Janice. Panicking I ripped the smock off of me and half walked, half stumbled over to him.

"Y... Yes, I decided that I needed a change." Grabbing his hand I desperately ran it through my locks. I didn't realize that this was the first time I ever instigated touch between myself and Loki. He did. His pale green eyes shot down to me, as if actually noticing me as not just another thing he could destroy in his anger. My hand that was behind my back waved at Janice; she took the hint and disappeared. Thankfully she didn't close the door behind her.

"And why did you decide you needed this... change?" Loki's fingers were now sifting through my newly cut hair without my assistance.

But even with his calm outer layer, I knew not to lie now and risk him blowing up. "Because I don't have any control anymore." Voice coming out as a frightened whisper, I waited for his hands to tighten, but they didn't, which I took as a queue to continue. "Y... You choose what I wear, and that's if you allow me to wear anything at all. I can't speak for fear you will kill somebody... I just wanted some control of my own body, and I have always wanted shorter hair." Loki's fingers tightened slightly and brought my head up.

"Very well then," his lips touched mine. "If it is something that you have always wanted, then so be it." I knew Loki was purposely focusing on only the last part of my speech, but I was too relieved to care.

"Does that mean you won't kill Janice?" Laughing Loki released my hair, his kind moment obviously over.

"I won't kill her now; she did do a good job on your hair, even if she did ignore my explicit instructions and convince you to change it with that heart wrenching tale."

"How did you...?" he smirked down at me, then tenderly touched my cheek.

"You cannot keep secrets from me, Pet. I will always know." Every bit of my body focused suddenly on the number Janice had given me, but I ignored them. There was no way Loki could know that she had given me that; after all he had only listened in.

...

After we left the parlour, Loki flashed us to another spot.

"Won't people notice us? We're popping out of thin air..." Loki snorted—somehow still seeming graceful—and took my arm.

"Humans are unable to notice anything outside of their particular worlds." He pointed towards a business man on a cell phone walking past. "See him? I could change my appearance completely in front of him and he wouldn't notice." Thankfully Loki didn't try to demonstrate. Instead he directed me to a waxing, nail and styling salon. Instantly I remembered what Loki said about removing all my body hair. I pulled back slightly on his arm.

"Oh no, I... You're not going to make me…" I leaned in slightly to whisper, "wax, are you?" He didn't answer, just grinned dangerously. Something told me that if I questioned him in this—like I did with my hair—then he would probably kill somebody to make a point, so I went in the door with him. It wasn't at all like I expected; there were no women screaming in pain following scary ripping noises and nobody really took any notice of what other people were ordering to have done. I relaxed instantly.

"You must be Mr Laufy, and this must be your fiancée. What is it you would like done today?" An obviously gay man asked while he was seated behind the counter. I watched amused at his eyes tracked up and down Loki's body.

"The full body wax and manicure," Loki seemed to think for a moment then added, "and a pedicure as well."

The man nodded approvingly and stepped out from behind the counter, motioning for us to follow him. I was about to when Loki stopped me; his hand touched my arm lightly. Only I could feel the bite of his purposely frozen fingers; it was an obvious threat.

"I have... business to attend to. Be good." He leaned down and nibbled my bottom lip softly and I relaxed slightly. Smirking against my mouth he deepened the kiss slightly before pulling away; I could practically hear the man behind me sigh in want. I nodded and unconsciously took my bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it softly.

Rather than watch Loki leave I turned away first, only this time I had to motion for the gay man to follow me rather than watch the God leave.

Waving his hand over his face dramatically the man quickly took the lead, which was good considering I had no idea where I was going. The salon in general was pretty classy though. Considering what they do. It was extremely 'nature themed' with ferns and rocks placed in strategic areas, giving of a feeling of being free.

"Wow that was one hot piece." Shaken from my thoughts I looked up at the gay man. "I mean, honey, wow. Those cheek bones and eyes alone are enough to turn a nun, and then you notice the shoulders." I smiled politely, trying to act like any normal woman would.

Thankfully the man led me into a room and left soon enough. This time the women who entered to 'take care of me', wasn't half as kind as Janice. This woman, named Shea, I soon learned, was about as welcoming as a dirty rag. She simply told me her name and asked me to take off my clothes. I might have argued with her for a moment of that, but gave in readily when I recalled I had a God gunning for every person on the planet; and he would certainly not hold back if I didn't do what he said. So I stripped down as instructed; Shea looked so impassive about it that I instantly felt safe.

"Please lay back," she said, pressing down on my shoulders, and I ignored the growing urge to run. I was getting good at overlooking my instincts lately. "We will begin with the most painful and work out way back." I had a slight inkling that she had it the wrong way around. The next half an hour, I spent screaming, objecting and nearly kicking Shea; no wonder she was cold as ice. But eventually, I was bare as the day I was born; she had even waxed my underarms and they didn't even need doing. The nicest part for me was having her assistant do my nails and feet while I was being tortured; it was something pleasant to focus on in between bouts of pain. Eventually I was all 'finished' and ready to be presented to the God himself. The man from before, who I now knew as Paul, led me out of the room with a grand flourish, like he had done the impossible and made my body presentable. As I figured, Loki was waiting for me. Smiling like a loving husband-to-be, he handed an actual credit card to the receptionist and kissed my cheek.

"I must say, your little bride was a perfect mess, but we fixed her up." My faux fiancé smiled at Paul and nodded his head.

"Yes, I greatly appreciate you being able to see her on such short notice." Paul and Shea, who had followed us out, both nearly fell over themselves trying to make it clear that it was 'no trouble' and they would love to have me in again, should I need it. I barely contained my glare, the only thing stopping me was the literal ache from where Shea had waxed away like a mad women at my privates. Finally Loki managed to politely leave the store, only after flashing a charming smile around the room though.

"Why do you bother?" I asked once outside, truly curious as to the reason he was so polite to humans, especially when he was disgusted by them.

Loki looked down at me with a 'loving' smile. "Why do I bother with what, Pet?" I knew instantly what that tone and name meant. 'You should shut up before I start blowing people up.'

"Nothing." I mumbled and took the offered hand. This time Loki flashed us back to his dungeon or mansion; whatever the heck he was keeping me in.

Utterly exhausted I dropped Loki's hand and walked over to my cage. I was about to open it when that hated voice began.

"What are you doing?" I stifled the urge to sigh and turned to face Loki.

"Going into my cage, I'm tired." He motioned me over with a finger. I, of course, instantly obeyed.

"Not with this on you aren't." He fingered my dress strap. "You have not eaten all day, come." He waved his hand at the small dining table and plate after plate of fruit and snacks appeared. I nearly took off the dress—because I knew that if I didn't then he would—when I remembered the card that Janice had given me.

"May I please go to the bathroom?" It wasn't a lie; I actually did have to go. Apparently sensing no lie, Loki nodded and allowed me.

As per usual the room was lit up by candles; of course they were in a chandelier. Quickly I went to the toilet and did my business, then tried to figure out where to hide Janice's card. Even if I had wanted to, there was no way I could tell Loki about it. He would probably kill my new friend because she had given it to me and had I told him from the beginning, he would have also killed her. It was a lose-lose situation. Now scrambling for a hiding spot, I did the only thing I could think of. I pulled the unbroken mirror back from the wall and shoved it behind there; I would just have to hope that Loki didn't go on a redecorating frenzy.

Patting my red cheeks lightly I walked back into the bedroom. Loki was seated and a strawberry was partway to his mouth. He frowned when seeing me.

"I thought you would emerge undressed."

Thankfully I knew what to say, "I... I couldn't reach the laces." I turned and pulled my much shorter hair out of the way, just so he could see and be sure. Making an amused sound in his throat Loki walked over to me, every step as graceful as a cat.

"You should have asked for help, Pet. It is after all my job to care for you." Lightly Loki's fingers twirled around the skin on my shoulders. He seemed to delight in giving me goosebumps. The hands moved and my dress was suddenly loosened. I had a second to wonder how he managed to untie them so quickly, but then I noticed the glint of a knife. As always I froze up. The God just laughed and used the knife to flip the sleeves of my dress off me. It pooled around my feet and I mourned its loss.

Loki turned me in his arms so I faced him; I felt even more embarrassed now that everything was on display.

"Beautiful." The soft spoken word sounded like I wasn't meant to hear it, so I ignored it. Snapping out of whatever trance he was in, Loki led me over to the table of food. I made to sit in a chair but Loki stopped me.

"Ah ah. A pet sits at her master's feet." I froze in outrage, something I wasn't used to feeling. Loki saw it on my face before I could hide it and brought my gaze to his. "Unless she wants to be collared?" Numbly I shook my head no. Apparently satisfied, Loki sat down in his chair; ashamed I sunk onto the floor next to him. The only way I could sit with any dignity was back on my knees; it kept my private part mostly hidden and allowed me to use one arm to cover my breasts. Shockingly Loki allowed this, apparently sensing I was about to reach my breaking point.

...

I endured the next hour listening to Loki speak about his plans and past—which I actually enjoyed—and being fed small helpings of fruit from the God's hands; I liked that a lot less. Eventually my head started to droop and I completely missed the piece of fruit offered to me. Above me I heard Loki chuckle in amusement which woke me up. Wide eyed I stared up at him, terrified he would harm somebody because I nearly fell asleep while he was talking.

"I believe that it is your bedtime." Loki stood and held out his hand; legs too numb to manage alone I took it. Instantly taking a step back from the Trickster standing above me, I backed towards my cage.

"Where are you going?" For the second time tonight I was denied my safety; it was funny that something so trivial could be so powerful. Even the wooden bars separating me from the world felt safer than this, in Loki's room and alone with only him.

"To my bed." Loki followed my gaze to the sad single blanket left on the cold floor.

"You will share mine; I have a wish for your warmth." I took an instinctive step back.

"N—no thank you, I... I like mine." Loki growled in annoyance at my answer, suddenly appearing in front of me.

"Get in my bed. Now!" Jumping slightly I did as he said, sinking under the soft covers with a barely concealed sigh of pleasure; it felt nice to be warm again. Almost too warm.

I pulled the blankets practically over my head, only leaving enough space to just see Loki, his face looking pleased. And rather than simply vanish his clothing, Loki began stripping them off. I got a sense of déjà vu, so curled my body to the side and closed my eyes.

I instantly knew when Loki had entered the bed. Not because of the shift in covers—because there was hardly any—but because of the chill that entered. Strangely I found myself not minding though; the cool felt nice against my warm skin. At least until Loki pulled my body from the corner into the middle of the bed with him. Shaking I felt an arm swing over my waist and a body move up against my back. Panting heavily I tried not to hyperventilate.

"Calm," Loki said, and my body actually listened. "Nothing will happen to you tonight; I simply wish to hold you." I nodded softly and tried to relax, something that was virtually impossible considering what was poking me in the back. I felt it twitch and squeaked. Loki actually had the audacity to laugh. "Relax. A simple reaction Freyja, nothing more." Even so I didn't dare move. I wasn't sure how long it was but eventually I felt Loki's breathing deepen and his body conform itself around mine. It was strange having a person so close to me, and I wasn't freaking out. Soon I found my lids drooping down in fatigue. After being waxed, plucked and cut within an inch of its life, my body ignored my brain yelling at it to stay awake and simply drifted off.

Ok after this chapter they will be coming out with less frequency, sorry but my classes start again (damn long weekend over) I am really glad that so many people enjoy this story, so read and review to let other people know what they are getting into before they start haha

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