Colds Hands and a Warm Heart
Bella faced Loki and was almost afraid to look into his eyes. Loki sensed her fear "do not be afraid dear child, I will not harm you." He then softly kissed her hands. Bella thought, "how strange, his hands are as cold as mine." Not knowing how to begin a conversation with him, she finally decided to look him straight in the eyes, she was surprised to find, that he had the most beautiful smile, his face or rather the skin on his face was like hers, deathly pale. What she wondered would make it so? Finally she said, "Loki, I don't mean to be rude, may I ask you a few questions, I mean about your family, your parents?" Loki hesitated, he thought or assumed that a lot of people on earth knew his origins. "My dear Isabela, may I ask a question?" he inquired in a soft tone of voice. Bella a little unsure of what he might ask, finally said, "of course ask away." "How much do you know about Asgard, and about myself as one of the Norse Gods?" Bella looked up at his tall frame, and into those dark mysterious eyes and told him "hardly nothing, I mostly studied the Gods of Greek and Roman mythology." Loki then looked up into the blue sky above, and laughed softly, "Ah, I suppose this is par for the course, in this case ignorance is not bliss, yes my dear, I am somewhat like yourself, temperature wise, in the fact that my parents were called Frost Giants." Bella then realized that had to be the reason he was well over six foot tall. She laughed and told him, "you cut quite a figure, your height I mean." "Oh no, my darling my father hid me away, I was rather small, puny, he was embarrassed, that of course is another story." Bella then asked him a very personal question, "do you have a love..., I mean do you have someone special at home,...at Asgard?" Loki replied, "no sweet child, I am Thor's prisoner, I am not exactly looked on with favor." Bella reached her hand up and touched Loki's cheek and let her fingers run over his lips, she kissed him with passion and vigour and said softly "you are welcome here anytime." It was then that Loki knew what he needed, for a long while he thought and hoped that the Lady Sif would come his way. But, alas, he was, who he was, the son of a Frost Giant. He never understood his own anguish. Until now. It was a series of unfortunate events that lead him here. However, misunderstood he was, he did not cause the last misfortune to happen. He would not leave until the person responsible would pay for this dear lady's pain. He wanted nothing more than to return the favour to this sweet child. A dalliance sounded more than inviting. However he would not take advantage of her sorrow. Instead he pulled her close to him, and he did wrap his arms around her and she around him. "My lady parting is such sweet sorrow, but I will return, it seems that there is a debt to be paid and I shall not leave you, until it is paid," he then returned her kiss with much ardor. He then swept low and bowed to his lady fair, as he headed into the woods. That night when Bella was asked, about Loki, she simply said, "he was the perfect gentleman, and I believe he means what he says, about Edward and repaying a debt that was overdue."