'Chaos', Chaos thought. His damn name says it all. This girl won't quit clinging to him, he knew she likes him, and unevenly for the sake of it, he tried to like her back, which he succeeds in. Then, she got obsessed with him, in this case it was far too complicated, but with luck he did it, and he fulfills it…and now they're practically inseparable.
"Gods-damn it Iris", Chaos grunted, his knees shaking from carrying the Royal Highness' ass all around.
"Put a seal in it Chaos" Iris answered irritated by his whininess.
"We've got to find Loki and Fenris, can you at least spare my energy?" Chaos got tired of it and dropped her gently on the edge of the nearest fountain.
"What are you doing?" Iris' voice was cross, and her face seemed unimpressed.
"Doing what I should do since then" Chaos folded his arms and started to walk away, "I don't even know why Loki puts up with that, Gods" he added and continues walking away.
"CHAOS!" Iris screamed angrily, whining to the now vermillion-faced knight.
Chaos was getting annoyed badly, so he turned around with a pure angry look in his face, "WOULD YOU SHUT UP! I'm going to find Loki and Fenris! And if you don't want to get off your ass and walk, stay there and rot, I'd gladly tell Loki to pick you up if you still don't want to WALK!" Chaos yelled angrily.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk…Gods, Chaos, don't be such a drama knight! If you were really tired just tell me, don't make such a big deal out of it", Iris hopped off the edge of the fountain and dragged the dropped-jaws star-struck Rune Knight.
Silence filled their presence; no words came out from either, not even when the water and ice tea came to fill a part of their table. Fenris was getting tired of this conversation absence, and so she decided to ask the most ridiculous questions.
"What do you see in me?" Fenris tried to catch a bored Loki to her eyes.
"What?"
"Do you think I'm weak?"
"Not necessarily"
"So you do think I'm weak in front of Chaos?"
"No, you're in love…is that it?"
"Possibly"
"That is really your choice"
"Why are you doing this?"
"…?"
"This…this nonsense! Talk about what's real and what's not! You, trying to hurt me, plunge me to my weaknesses even more!"
"That's your own thoughts, Fenris" Loki picked up his water, and took a sip.
"Please…just…"
"We should be ordering our meals by now" Loki picked up the menu, and begins to browse through it.
"You – …" Fenris gently lowered the menu from the Assassin's hand, taking it off his hands, signaling him to pay attention to her.
It was no use, Fenris was too speechless, and she couldn't get through to any part of the Assassin. She wanted to know if he felt anything for her, currently. She knew he was irritated by her weakness. She knew he was sick of her obsession with her lost God.
"You know what…I don't really feel like eating" She grabbed his hands, reached ten zennies out of her pocket and toss it on the table, and with it, she dragged him out.
They finally reach to the fountains, but she dragged him towards the edge of the cliff, over-looking the mountainous terrain, and forests filled with magical creatures and inevitably, elves. Fenris still held Loki's hand tightly, thinking that she would lose him is she had let go. She faced him and looks deeply into his green eyes, she tried to get him to the moment, make him interested in this, in her.
"Loki" Fenris' face flushed and her hand shudders as she rolled the name of her tongue. "Kiss me"
Loki's face suddenly changed with a halt, his eyes now set on the Warlock's eyes, his head filled with random thoughts he wasn't familiar with.
"I need to feel, just do it"
The Warlock was demanding, not quite like her at all, but her request was soft and sweet, nothing like Loki ever felt before.
"I know you can"
Fenris' voice echoed through his mind, thousand things he needed to do, maybe run from there, away from her, just a mere mystery…a…
Fenris neared the Assassin, she wanted him to hold her, she stayed close to his body, it was cold, but something warm was somewhere inside that even she could felt. She rested her head against his chest, closing her eyes to feel the rhythm of his heart in her hear.
Loki needn't to think anything, he froze on the spot, and here is one situation he could not find the answer too. His eyes filled with sudden death and agony, things she would not like at all. He breathed heavily, and with pity, he pushed her away.
Loki could see Fenris' face suddenly grew with sadness, tears filled up but it won't seem to roll down. She gazed at him with hope, but his face remains the same, cold, dead hearted Loki, the greatest Assassin of all.
"Why do you do this?" Fenris' voice was shrill but strong, stronger that her heart. "Do you like hurting me?"
"We are even then" Loki turned his face to the side; cutting the diminishing dimension Fenris was causing him.
"What-…" Fenris couldn't believe what she was hearing. Loki truly couldn't say anything real, she couldn't understand him, nor did he understand her much.
All Fenris could remember or think about is when a strong firm, grip, held her, that day in the airship incident. Looking at Loki's strong eyes that almost kept a concern for her was comforting and sort of…nice.
Everybody hurt her. First was Balder, and then turned Chaos, now Loki. She knew she felt nothing for Loki, she just wanted to throw her hurt to someone else, and he was there and seemingly willing. She knew he knows what she's trying to do, but what made her pursue is the fact that he let her. Loki, the empty human or not. Loki, quiet and assuring, almost a fantasy, let a girl like her, abused him.
It was wrong and selfish. She loved Loki, somehow. If not, she needn't to care about him…but then again, she's human, at least more human than him. It hurts, but Fenris was used to it, of all this confusing thoughts. Fenris wanted to die…again…but then…she…Balder…Chaos…Loki…