"I'm the mon-", he started to say, "I'm the monster that parents warn their children about at night." He paused… that was a little harsh. How bad could these frost giants be? What could they do, give your steak a freezer burn? I could see that he was still so depressed. We had gotten so close, just in that short amount of time. It sounds like it's more Thor's fault then anyone's, although he wasn't trying to take over planet Earth.
He continued explaining to me. "Luna," he started to say. He said my name with such feeling. Our intimate conversation was soon interrupted by the palace doctor. I zoned out for a few moments. The next thing I heard was, "After he looks at your ankle, you should get something to eat. If you need someone to help carry you down, I can send someone up." He started to leave, but then turned back and added, "Oh, and if you would like to bath, just as Dianna here and she will get what you need to prepare for the bath. He turned and continued out of the room. "Loki," I started to say, but I was cut off by the door closing. "Ugh." I grumbled. It was now just Dianna and I. "Excuse me, would you run me a bath and pick out something appropriate for dinner with Loki?", I asked. She bowed in reply.
I was going to dine with him. I wanted to know everything, and he was probably curious about us "idiotic mortals". I hobbled into the bathroom, where there was a gold tub topped with bubbles. I got in and propped up my bandaged foot out of the side of the tub. Time to relax and commonplace all the information. Thor (or at least from what I could understand) really was the cause of everything. If he hadn't gone, Loki would have never found out he was a frost giant. Although, he might have found out sooner or later. For all that I was concerned, Loki was misunderstood. His thoughts were lost in translation. I soaked my curly red hair in soapy water and finished bathing. I limped back into my room where I found a elegant gown laid on the bed. I dressed and brushed my hair. My frizzy red hair was now everywhere. It fell in front of my green eyes, and covered my pale skin.
The dress fit me perfectly, hugging every curve, not that there were many. I hobbled down the stairs. The sprain wasn't that bad… I probably didn't even need the bandages; it was only a dull pain. I found my way to the HUGE dining hall, where I was presented with a sea of food. I took a bit then asked one of the many servants to fetch Loki for me.
He arrived a while later. Standing tall and striding, he approached the seat next to me. He looked down at me. I could read no expression, but I did know he couldn't deny that we had a moment in the bedroom. We got so close… and I felt…something. "Did you need me?" he asked softly as he sat next to me. I didn't say anything. I just stared into his eyes. He stared back at me. Gravity was pulling us closer and closer. I finally cleared my throat and looked away from him. I started to chicken out. "I just wanted you to escort me back to my room." I held my arms out, gesturing for him to pick me up. In all honestly, I could have walked, but I just craved his touch. I rested my semi-damp hair on his chest. There was no armor protecting his heart this time. I listened to his heart beat, and his lung fill with air, then deflate.
I had a sudden rush of déjà vu as he sat me on the bed. I laid down and scooted over. He looked at me. I patted the bed next to me, gesturing for him to lay with me. He laid down slowly. He was like a brick. Without even thinking, I inched my hand closer and closer to his, until I finally held it.
