Just so you know, I own Nothing of Thor… unfortunately..
You hadn't meant to stay at the window long. By the time you passed it Loki had set Gyllir into his paces. He moved atop the horse with such ease. Gyllir responding to the slightest shift of Loki's body. He was obviously well trained. Gyllir could do things that no normal horse would do.
When Loki led Gyllir back into the stables you wondered about him. You stared at the stable as you thought. How things might have been different if not for the wars, and Thyrms. Perhaps you two would have never met? Perhaps you would have and you would have shared that kiss that still mocked you by the river bank.
You sighed out and grabbed hold of the fabric by the window. You began to lose yourself in a type of daydream.
The next time you looked down Loki strode to the entrance of the palace. You watched him until he looked up. As if already knowing you were there. You took a step back as those eyes held you in place. Regaining some sense you began to walk away.
You walked until you got to a set of stairs going up them you made your way to the knowledge room. It seemed colder in here. You leafed through scrolls and thumbed through books. It seemed Loki was right, everything seemed to have been written down.
You picked up several books and some scrolls. Reading seemed like a good distraction. You read about several wars and a retelling of the battles with the frost giants.
After reading through the scrolls you picked up a small book and stretched out onto the floor. You had been here a long while and no one had entered here. The light was growing dim outside. Your eyes began to burn but you were curious about this earth that was in this book. Your eyes began to slide shut after the several pages in. Before long you had drifted into sleep.
Loki made his way to his chambers when he passed the entrance to the knowledge room. Lights still burned inside. He glanced as he passed and a disembodied hand behind a bookcase made him stop short.
He turned and walked slowly through the entrance. He let out a sigh when he saw it was you books and scrolls strewn about you. Loki picked up the scrolls and set them on the shelf. He kneeled to pick up the book beside you but stopped short.
In your sleep you seemed concentrated on something. Your brow was set hard as you breathed deep.
Loki reached to you brushing the hair out of your face. The back of his hands caressed your check his heart thumped against his chest. He knew you felt trapped and tormented. At least in your sleep you could escape everything, even him.
Every part of him raged to wake you. To kiss you, to grab hold of you and beg for a passionate release. He wanted to lay soft kisses down your neck and feel the softness of your skin.
Instead He unlatched the cape he wore and draped it over your frame. Picking up the book he returned it to the shelf. He breathed deep attempting to regain control as he decided to head to the baths instead.
