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Complicated Possession

Chapter 13 – God of Mischief

Tears rolled from her eyes and down her cheeks but Loki wiped them away. He understood that hurting her probably hadn't been the most effective way to get what he wanted, but he needed to buy himself just a little time. He reached out and touched the sigil, took away the pain. With the pain suddenly gone she relaxed for a moment.

For a moment he held her in his arms, and he became more confused than ever. Confused about his sudden sentiment. He wasn't enjoying hurting her like he thought he would. He didn't like seeing her hurt, he wanted to protect her. His conflicting emotions for her weakened him, made him question everything. His confusion was short-lived as she soon regained her wits. But she was weak, weaker than him both physically and emotionally, the pain had made it so she could barely lift her head, so he kept holding her, supporting her. She looked up at him with upset and angry eyes. Upset that he had hurt her, and angry that she couldn't move away from him. Upset that he seemed to know something more than her about her sigil, angry at the worried look in his eyes.

"What happened to you Loki?" she whispered gently, her gentleness stabbed him harder than any knife could. There was no way to tell if it was intentional or due to her weakness. He wanted her to be stronger, he wanted her to be angry and to be confident. Not this broken creature before him. He wanted her.

"What happened to the God of Mischief that I was once entranced by? The God I always studied in the stars, who I always tried to find a way to stand up for because I felt I could understand his pain?" her strength was returning to her now and her voice was growing louder, her face more stony and her eyes more hateful. He carefully lay her down and stood, backing away, he was afraid of a woman's rage. Especially hers, she had a serum roaring through her that was powered by his… his what? She believed it was love. He didn't believe such an emotion existed.

She slowly got up, grew more emotional.

"Why did you let so many people think you were dead?" she yelled as she stood before him. He prayed that no one could hear, the last thing he needed was to have to have Odin punish or banish her. He needed to gain her trust, he needed to play on her compassion; that was the only way to win.

"Minerva I…" he began but a sudden burst of anger fired from her palms into his chest in the form of her energy beams. He flew back, winded but not really injured. She hadn't really meant to hurt him, anger was flowing through her but she knew that to get her answers she had to refrain from hurting him. She wouldn't put a stop to anyone else's actions when they found out though, namely Thor.

He lay for a moment, startled and trying to regain his breath but as he went to get up a foot connected with his face and he went tumbling down again. He couldn't decipher whether the large cracking sound had come from his head hitting the floor or from Minnie's toe. As he sat up he deciphered it must have come from her toe as she was hopping around, biting her lip and clutching at her foot. She hadn't really hurt him again, but she had evidently hurt herself. She hopped over to the steps and sat down heavily. Tears springing from her eyes as she observed her newly broken toe. Loki remained where he was for a few moments, watching her cry from anger and pain before he moved over to her cautiously. He didn't particularly want a chest-full of energy again. It hadn't hurt, but it hadn't been pleasant. She didn't look up, she didn't acknowledge him; she just focused on her pain and tried to conquer it. He knelt down in front of her and touched her toe with his forefinger, healing it instantly through the sigil but this time having the sense to hide the magical tracks. Minnie would know that he'd healed her but she wouldn't know it was through the sigil that was protecting her.

She looked up at him as the sharp pain turned into a dull ache, soon to disappear altogether. She looked at him, suspicious of his motives.

"Why did you do that?"

He made the decision that he needed her to trust him, to do so he wouldn't entirely tell her the truth. But he wouldn't completely lie either.

"I'm different, I've changed. I'm not here to cause mischief or mayhem. I need you to trust me, I need you on my side." He pleaded, his mind whirring and concocting answers to any question she might throw at him.

She looked at him with narrowed eyes, if experience had taught her anything it was not to trust the God of Mischief.

"Why are you here then? If not to cause any trouble."

"I want to help fix things, I thought that this was the easiest way to do so."

"Where's Odin?"

"Dead." There was a pause and he realised he shouldn't have been so blunt, but this conversation wasn't going to be easy anyway. He settled himself up on a step so he was sat beside her. She didn't make a move or even look at him, but he kept giving swift glances in her direction, trying to work out what was going through her head. She mulled over this information for a moment.

"Did you kill him?"

"No," he lied, "But I was the first to find him."

"Did you start this war that I'm here for?"

"No. It was Odin's last act before he died. When I found him dead I thought it must have been an act on our enemy's behalf and thought it would be more befitting to his memory to win the war in his name. Once it was over I was going to stage his real death and disappear again. He was my father once." He iced his story with a feigned look of pain that Minnie happened to catch. She looked at him and he looked at her, for the first time he saw something he wanted in her eyes. A hint of trust, her compassion was blinding her.