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Iselinne, after arriving back on Earth, heading straight for Loki's room, typing in the password. Loki was facing his bookcase, his back to her.
"Remind me to change the password." he drawled. Iselinne ignored him, walking towards a cabinet, taking out a bottle of wine. She poured them both glasses, discreetly pouring the sleeping potion in Loki's glass. Loki turned to her, his expression curious. "What are you doing here?"
"Can't I come here for a drink?" Iselinne asked, her voice and expression innocent. Loki narrowed his eyes, suspicious now. He strode towards Iselinne. "You could have gotten a drink from Stark." he pointed out. "Oh, Tony kicked me out of his office. He's still a little mad at me for that kiss incident." Iselinne lied, her tone nonchalant. Loki searched her face for any hint that she was lying.
When he found no definite signs, he picked up his glass, Iselinne mimicking him. Loki downed the entire glass, while Iselinne sipped hers. He began to feel a little woozy. Strange. One glass of wine shouldn't make me tipsy, he thought. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he began to stumble. Iselinne was watching him intently.
Loki's head began to pound, and he started to panic. "W-what did you do to my drink?" Iselinne stood up, wrapping an arm around him, supporting him. "Don't worry, it's just a sleeping potion, not a poison. You'll sleep for a good eight to ten hours." she assured him. She helped him walk to his bed. "Now get in before you pass out." Barely conscious, Loki obeyed, getting in. Iselinne pulled the covers over him. Loki's eyelids began to droop, and with a sigh, he drifted off.
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Iselinne, with a soft smile on her face, brushed a lock of raven hair from his face. She grimaced slightly. I've become a soft handmaiden. She silently vowed to punch Tony to regain some of her warrior tendencies. Alright, I have to get some tomes, and I can leave. She scanned the books, until she found the ones she wanted. Okay, The History of Vanaheim, The Book of Vanir, and Magical Remedies. I have all the books I need. Now I can go.
She walked out, running into Hellebore. "Oh hello Hellebore. How are you?" Iselinne said airily. Hellebore looked taken aback at the pleasant tone in Iselinne's voice.
"Er...fine. Just here to see Loki." Hellebore answered, a smugly triumphant tone coloring her voice towards the end. To her inner chagrin, Iselinne do not react negatively, she just slightly tilted her head. "Oh, Loki's asleep. He's a very heavy sleeper, so you won't be able to see him. I just went in his room to borrow some tomes."
Hellebore stiffened, her bright hazel eyes glaring at the gray eyed Aesir in front of her. "And how would you know that?" she asked sharply. Iselinne's eyes widened imperceptibly. "Oh, I didn't mean to offend," she said quickly, innocence coloring her words, "I just remember that because I was his former lover. Nothing to be alarmed about." Hellebore gave her a skeptical look. "Right...I think I will see him anyway, I am sure that he will not mind."
"Oh, I wouldn't do that. He does not like being woken up, I learned that the hard way. When I did that, he grabbed me by my forearms and flipped me on the bed. I still have those bruises. He was so close, and he smelled so nice-" Iselinne noticed that Hellebore was seething. "Oh, I apologize. I was just caught up in the moment."
"You were lovers for a day?" Hellebore broke in. Iselinne nodded. "May I remind you that Loki and I have been lovers for longer that a day?" Hellebore said, her tone polite, but her eyes full of venom and malice. "So your encounter, could only be a brothel night for Loki."
Iselinne shook her head, smiling. "Oh no, we did not mate. We only, er, what do the Midgardians call it? Oh yes, made out. I still have the mark, if you want to see." She moved to pull down her shirt collar, but Hellebore raised her hand. "That is quite fine, Lady Berensdottir. I think I will stroll through the Tower, and save visiting Loki for another time." She turned quickly, walking off.
Iselinne laughed quietly, heading to her room. Today's been a good day, and tomorrow will be even better.
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By the way, a brothel night is what I think they would call a one night stand, except it's more insulting.
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