*Attempted rape/mentions - cuteness overload begins at the end though as we head for our happy ending*

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Clara was suddenly pushed from behind. Her knees hit the rough ground. Her flowers a mess below her. A scream left her throat when someone sat on her back. His legs at either side of her thin body. She was roughly turned around. His large size towering over her as another man knelt at her face. Sweat stained their clothes. Mead heavy on their breathes.

"If you scream again, I'll kill you!" He said, his voice low and husky. She looked at the man at her face. His brown eyes meeting her grey. The man above her had his hand wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

She kicked her legs out but failed. Her arms now being held down by the brown eyed man. Clara began to shake when she felt the large man rip her dress. The tear being heard over her whimpers. Stars clouded her vision as she struggled to take in oxygen.

Clara closed her eyes when his fingers pulled at her underwear. Moving her legs to try and stop him. He was too strong. She was breathing that loud that she didn't hear the cracking of skulls until the weight was suddenly off of her. Her hands released. She was free to move. She opens her eyes scraping back on the ground. Her dress in tatters. She could just about make out emerald eyes before it all went black. Strong arms welcoming her.

Loki climbs out of bed onto a furniture littered floor. The small pieces digging into his feet causing them to bleed and bruise. The pain doesn't hurt anymore. He's numb now that Clara is gone.

He notices a decaying item in the corner. Picking it up, it disintegrates in his hands. The soft petals turning to dust. Like his life.

It's the red flower Clara had given him when he had first pushed her away. Her weird goodbye gift. Now he knew the feeling.

He needed her now! Storming out of his room, he used magic to create a bag of essential items. His mother rushing after him. "I'm going hunting. I'll be back in a week." He calls out. He hears her sigh but marches on. He misses the crack of a smile gracing her face.

Reaching the edge of the forest he hears a scream. A high pitched scream. Clara. He runs. His heart racing. The bag flung over his shoulder. His cape flowing behind him. The trees opened revealing two men sitting on a small woman. He could hear her whimpering as they pulled at her body. Her legs kicking out.

Loki teleports. He slams the first mans skull into a nearby tree before kicking the other one. They both lay unconscious.. or dead, he didn't care. He went straight to Clara, she lay barely moving. Her breathing uneven as red marks littered her neck. When her grey eyes rolled back in her head he wrapped his arms around her, teleporting them to her cottage.

She dreams of him. A memory. Loki. His emerald eyes staring into hers. His hand caressing her cheek. The feel of his soft skin against hers causes her to giggle. They lie on his bed after a particularly energetic session. His body facing hers. A wide smile gracing his face as he looks at her. His skin still glistening with sweat under the candlelight. Rosy cheeks framing his sculpted face. He leans in.

The dream fades when her eyes flutter open. The cold room hitting her. Dark and unwelcoming. Sitting up she pulls the pink duvet back. A white dress now covered her body. How? A small candle sat alone on the window seat.

She could hear a voice. Moving towards the door, she opens it. The heat of the fire hitting her first. A strong smell of food present. That's when she saw him. The one person she thought she would never see again. Loki. He stands with a book in his hand. The world fell away, drained of all colour but him, standing in the candlelight. Green meeting grey. His mouth pressed into a thin line. His eyes wide. Clara stumbles back slightly but is caught by a pair of strong arms.

The Loki in front of her disappears.. instead he stands behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist. She relaxes into him. His touch soothing her.

"How are you feeling?" She hears him whisper. His hot breath against her neck sending shivers down her spine.

"Better thanks." She replies, wriggling out of his hold. She wished they could stay like that forever but it was wrong. He was a Prince.

"Good." She turns to face him. His emerald eyes meeting her fiery grey.

"Why are you here Loki?" She whispers. He brushes past her like he hadn't heard the question. Shuffling towards the kitchen.

"I made us fo-"

Clara interrupts him. "Why are you here Loki?" She repeats. Raising her voice so he could definitely hear her.

He turns but doesn't meet her eyes. He looks at her bare feet. "I'm living with you now." He confesses. A smile spreading across his face.

He finally meets her wide eyes. She laughs it off thinking he's joking. "Don't be so silly Loki, your a Prince."

He takes a step towards her. Clara freezes when he places a strand of hair behind her ear. His hand lingering on her face. "If you can't stay at the palace with me.. then I'm staying here with you.." His voice barely a whisper as his emerald eyes meet hers again. She sees a spark in his eyes she has only seen once before. Before they slept together in the palace.

Clara takes a step back. Too close. "Well.. if you are going to stay then your sleeping on the sofa." She says, pointing towards the small pink sofa.

She sees Loki's eyes widen. "You can't be serious!"

Clara nods. "I know your a Prince but what we had was wrong and I don't know if I trust you.. or myself to share a bed. It's the sofa or the door."

She can see Loki hesitate. His feet shuffling as he fiddles with his hands. His eyes flick between the sofa and the door before he nods. "Sofa it is then." He whispers, sitting on the small sofa.

No way in Hel will he fit there, she thinks.

Clara watches him place his large bag beside him and smile up at her. Almost challenging her to an unknown contest. All she can do is smile back. The heat rising in her cheeks the longer they take each other in.

The pot boiling over breaks them from their trance. Clara moves towards the bubbling pot. Lifting a cloth she brings the pot to the sink. The heat radiating from it like a strong fire.

"What were you making?" She calls back at Loki.

"Vegetables.." His voice a little shaky.

Clara looks into the pot. Black items float in the clear water. "Erm.. ok. Maybe you should stick to things your good at Loki." She turns to face him, a small smile on her lips. "What can you do?" She whispers.

Emerald eyes meet grey. Uncertainty visible in both sets. "Nothing really.. I mean people normally did things for us." Loki replies, his eyes now focused on the ground. "I'm sorry, I probably won't be much help."

Clara continues to stare at Loki. His head hung in shame. His eyes focused on the ground as he fiddles with his hands. She sits beside him on the small sofa. Her hand involuntarily resting on his shoulder. Her eyes meet his when he looks up. "Well if you are going to be staying here.. then you need to learn something. Help me out in some way." She whispers. Her voice gentle.

"Maybe.. you could teach me something." Loki replies, his voice cracking. He swallows hard.

When Clara nods she sees his face lift. His eyes crinkle at the sides when he smiles. It reminds her of the times she would find his weak spot and tickle him. She usually got him at the ribs causing him to laugh, his eyes crinkling then too.

Smiling she gets up, motioning for him to join her. "First things first.." Her voice more dominant now. "Vegetables!" Pointing to the discarded pot. She hears him sigh. "Let's start with them." She says, a fruity laugh escaping her when Loki's face falls again.