Enya stopped walking and regarded Loki for a moment. "Leave me be." She stated, starting to walk forward again.
Loki stood away from the wall and in her path, making her stop again before she ran in to his chest.
"Why do you wound me so Enya?" He asked with a smile, not the least bit hurt. "Why are you so angry with me?"
"You humiliated me." Was all she said, side stepping around him.
Loki turned and slung one arm around her waist, pushing her to the side.
"What do you think you are-" Enya's out rage was cut off as Loki interrupted her.
"Enya, The One," He started, staring in her eyes, amusement showing. "Is there nothing I can do to convince you to forgive a jesting fool?"
Loki held her around the waist tightly, stepping forward while she was forced to take a step back, lightly coming in contact with the wall. Enya felt her hair once again starting to float as her skin heated up.
Loki frowned slightly and Enya gasped as the skin under his arms became... cold.
"Two can play at that game," Loki smiled. "You won't burn me a second time."
Enya glared at him, their eyes meeting in a fierce stand off as her skin heated his cold skin, and his cooled hers.
Warmth was something neither of them usually had, and it felt so good. Enya closed her eyes.
"Don't do it again." She said, voice strong an unwavering. "I don't think you realize how people look towards me." She paused. "I don't want people thinking wild assumptions about me."
Loki considered this for a moment before speaking. "What would be so wrong about you claiming a lover?" Enya's eyes snapped open to see Loki smiling. She opened her mouth to speak before Loki cut her off yet again. "Not implying that we are, I'm simply asking."
Enya narrowed her eyes at him but smiled despite herself. "I have never loved before, a being such as me should never love, or be a lover. It's... improper." Was all she said.
Loki chuckled, and for the first time Enya noticed how close he had gotten. "Is it now?" Loki whispered, voice low and husky. Enya narrowed her eyes at him and one arm went up to touch her neck, the other gripping her waist, abruptly jerking her towards him, chests touching.
"It is a good thing everything I do is improper."
"I don't know what you're playing at, but if you think seducing me is going to get you closer to you using my powers for your own gain, then-"
"Am I seducing you, my love?"
Enya's mouth snapped shut with an audible click. Her face got hot with her blush. "Loki, stop this now before I get angry."
Loki bent his head and Enya froze as his lips brushed against her neck, barely ghosting across her skin. She raised both her arms to his shoulders, intent on pushing him away but only got as far and clutching his shoulders tightly.
That's when they both heard the cough.
Loki immediately looked up towards the sound the same time Enya's head snapped to it. Sif stood in the hall way entrance, a shocked Fandral and another guard behind them Loki didn't recognize. Loki groaned and let his head fall back down on Enya's shoulders, hiding his face.
"Must you guys always interrupt my fun?" Was all he muttered. Then he was pushed backwards as Enya's hands on his shoulders finally managed to do their purpose and push him back. Enya straightened her dress, smoothing the wrinkles that weren't even there before she inclined her head to the warriors and turned, walking away from them all down the hall.
Loki chuckled once, before walking the opposite direction, Sif and the warriors parting for him in shock.
"Thor!" Sif ran in the room, Fandral coming in behind her, laughing so hard he clutched his side.
Thor, Hogun and Volstagg where lounging around the dining hall, and they all looked at the couple walking in.
"Sif?" Thor started, looking between the two. "What is it?" He asked.
Fandral started to laugh loudly one more. "My... my side, it hurts!" Sif hit him on the chest. "Stop laughing! This is not funny!" Sif turned toward Thor again. "We were just walking down the hall and caught your brother sexually courting Lady Enya." Sif said, "We heard her say something about him trying to seduce her to use his powers for his own gain. She was telling him out right to stop what he was doing. "
"Loki's face when you coughed! Priceless!" Fandral wheezed, wiping tears from his eyes.
"That doesn't sound like Loki... He's never courted a woman before."
"It didn't sound like courting to me." Sif started. "Maybe you should have a talk with this Enya."
Thor rubbed his beard slowly. "I will talk to her, but I doubt with all that power she would let my brother do anything to her in that way." Sif gave Thor a look and he smiled. "I will talk with her."
Enya decided to go for a swim to cool down her heated skin. She dove in the royal springs, the sun set and the water dark. She didn't bother taking off her dress as it floated around her long legs in that water.
Enya started to swim laps back and forth the small pool. She stopped when she heard the crunching of foot steps. She looked around to see the thunder god walking towards her.
"Did you fall in my lady?" He asked, offering his hand. Enya laughed and took it, letting him lift her out.
"No, I was swimming, but I am done now."
Thor gave her a surprised smile. "You are an odd one my lady." He let her hand go and stepped back, regarding her.
She broke the silence first. "Do you have something you wish to say to my prince?"
Thor smiled again, before looking her in the eyes. "I heard about what happened in the hall today with my brother."
Enya reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, nearly black now as it was drenched with water. "And what exactly happened today in the hall?" She asked, looking up at him.
"I don't exactly know." Thor started, hand on chin. "All I know is my friends heard you tell him to stop, and that he was trying to seduce you for your powers." Thor raised an eye brow at her sudden laugh.
"You think he tried to take advantage of me?"
"That's not what I think, but my friends certainty think so." Thor smiled wide, walking in a circle around Enya. "No, I don't think that at all."
Enya frowned and looked at Thor as he circled around to her front again. "What are you trying to say?" She asked, tone cautious.
"I think my brother likes you."
Enya laughed, a startled sound. "The only thing Loki likes is power." Some how the words sounded dead to her ears.
"A... romantic kind of like." Enya raised her brow at him. "He's courting you, in his own, sinister way." Thor smiled and rest his hand on Enya's shoulder. Enya looked up at Thor, and incredulous look on her face. "And I think that maybe, you might like him, in your own weird, cold way."
Enya took a step back. "Forgive me my prince, but I hope you didn't come here just to insult me." Her voice was harsh and Thor raised both his arms, giving a chuckle.
"No offense, my lady." Thor said with a laugh.
Enya eyed him for a moment before opening her mouth to speak. "Why would your brother want to court me, if not for some sinister plan?"
"My lady, most people forget this fact, but my brother does have feelings."
Enya stood there, staring at Thor before bowing slowly. "Thank you my prince, but I must be going now."
Thor stood there, a smile playing on his lips as he took Enya's hand and kissed the knuckles. "Any time my lady." Enya gave him a laugh before turning away and walking out of the gardens.
Loki had been watching Enya swim, admiring the way the water rolled off her powerful shoulder with each lap she made. He didn't notice the foot steps until she had, looking up to see his brother coming towards them. Loki slid farther in the shadows of the tree he was sitting in, not wanting to be seen.
From that far he had no idea of what they were saying, but he was sure he wouldn't like it. Thor helped her out of the water, laughing. Loki noticed that Enya's dress was soaking, sticking to her body like a second skin, and her hair wild and wet.
He looked back at Thor and was glad he was only looking at her face. Then Thor stepped back and looked her up and down once. Loki felt his fists ball up and his face turn sour. Enya spoke again, and his eyes went back to her face.
They spoke normally for a moment before Thor started to circle Enya slowly, going around once. Loki felt his rage intensify. Why would it? Why would he care if Thor were to court Enya, despite the fact he was uder the impression Thor was still in love with the mortal woman? That's right he wouldn't.
That was until he saw Thor put his hand on Enya's shoulder.
Loki scowled, moving closer, straining to hear their words.
"No offense, my lady." Thor said with a booming laugh. Loki rolled his eyes. That was all he caught out, since Thor had said it so loud. It seemed they were saying their good byes then, and Loki felt his skin go cold when Thor kissed Enya's knuckles.
Enya gave a laugh and Loki didn't stick around to see her say her goodbyes, instead instantly turning away the moment that laugh escaped her lips and slinking down the tree, moving into the shadows right away, unseen by them as they talked.
Loki was in a bad mood. What had they been talking about? Why was Thor smiling in such a way at Enya? Why did he kiss her hand?
He was not in the mood to go to Enya's bed tonight, not that she'd show up any way. For the first time in over a month, Loki went to his own bed chambers. When he was recovering, he was in a different room, apparently Thor had thought him too weak from his ordeal to make it all the way to his chambers. Loki realized that Enya had actually never been in his room before.
He wouldn't have told Enya, but he's missed his own bed severely.
His bed was heaven, softest and more comfortable bed probably in all of Asgard, blessed with soothing magics.
Loki undressed himself down to his leather pants and climbed into bed, trying not to think of anything at all.
Enya entered her room, her clothes now magically changed, but her hair was still dripping. Loki was not there.
She frowned. He was absent when she wanted him, but when she didn't it seemed he was everywhere. Without thinking, Enya turned from her room down the halls. She stopped a random guard and asked for directions to Loki's room. The shocked guard pointed her in the right direction and she was off.
It didn't take her long at all to reach Loki's room and she found herself outside, staring at the door. Should she try the door, or just teleport inside? Would he be awake, or even in his room for that matter?
Enya closed her eyes and just decided to go in, not bothering with the door anyway.
When she opened the her eyes, her intimidate response was awe. Stacked all around the room were books off all sizes. There was a desk in the far corner of the room, an unlit candle sitting atop with more books. On the walls were various mounted throwing knives and a huge fighting staff. She didn't realize that Loki was skilled with using all kinds of staffs in fighting, although she should have realized since he wielded her staff very well. (Which she had reclaimed as hers.)
Enya stopped looking about the huge, (immensely vast, amazingly big room) and focused on the bed, easily twice as big as her own.
Loki's hair was a mess, and he was lying on his stomach, on arm wrapped around the pillow under his head, the other lazily lying by his side.
Enya smiled to her self, walking forward quietly and undressing herself, leaving her underwear on, but removing the cloth around her breasts. Silently she crawled into Loki's bed and even in sleep his body reacted to her; moving toward her. As she lay herself down, Loki grumbled something and threw his arm over he stomach.
Enya smiled and moved over to Loki, pressing her cheek against the bare skin of his shoulder. managing to wrap her one of her arms around his waist, the other resting by her head on his back. She felt him sigh and Enya smiled once more, kissing the skin of his shoulder.
Loki groaned once more and twisted under her, Enya moving till he was settled, now lying on his back. She simply lay back down and closed her eyes, falling to sleep.
Loki awoke slowly, his eyes not wanting to open. He felt so...good,so warm. Too warm...
In a second Loki's eyes snapped open and he looked down. Enya was wrapped around his torso, cheek on his chest, legs tangled in his own.
He couldn't see her full breasts, but since they were pressed up against his bare skin, he knew she wore nothing over them.
"What the..." He trailed off, lightly putting his hands on her shoulders. Was he dreaming?
Enya groaned and moved slightly, trying to move even closer to him. "Enya," He said out loud, and she groaned again. "Enya, what are you doing?"
Said woman opened her eyes slowly, and scowled at him. "What does it look like I'm doing, trying to sleep." She said, moving her head to look up at him. "Trying being the key word."
"What are you doing, in my bed?" Loki said, face blank.
Enya laid her head back down, wrapping her arms around Loki's waist. "If I remember correctly, you've spent a good number of nights in my bed." She paused. "But I'd rather spend them in yours from now on, to be honest, it's a lot better then my own."
Loki just stared at her a moment longer before letting his head fall back down on his pillow with a laugh. He would let her sleep, for now.
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