You can't escape me my love: Chapter one-Introduction to obsession
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From the first moment that he saw her, he had claimed her.
He wanted her, he needed her, he desired her, he burned for her.
No one, man or woman would ever touch her and live...
Loki, as always, would watch her from afar. Her name was Sychie, she was average height with a woman's generous soft curves, and with long dark brown hair that teased and
tormented him in spirals and whorls. Sychie had soft hazelnut colored eyes, a soft-looking oval angel face, she was pale as the moon. And what a mouth, that mouth he had spent hours looking
at that sinfully innocent mouth of hers. Her breasts were plump, they were made for suckling. She had child-baring hips a slightly rounded stomach; he had pictured many nights when he would
lay his head either on her breasts or her stomach after their love-making sessions; their bodies twined together, sweaty and sated. He had planned out their first time together; there will be candles
and rose petals, and a big soft bed. He knew that she was a virgin, untouched and that bode well for him and anyone else, he would the first and only man to touch her, Sychie being eighteen.
Loki had watched her for three years now, protecting her from afar, with him being nearly a thousand years old. He had been banished from Asgard and now he was living in plain sight of the
Avengers, and his 'brother' Thor. She was so young and beautiful, to any other guy, she would seen plain and not really all that interesting; however to Loki she was the most perfect creature under
the sun. Those mortals did not deserve to be in her very presence, she would rule at his side as his queen, he would find out how to turn her immortal, so that they could be together forever.
Loki had laid there, watching her through the glass that he had bewitched, so that he could keep an eye on her. He wanted her safe, even though she wasn't with him, yet. He had continued to
study her; she was leaving a building, a type of hookah bar. Sychie belly dances there, he had to admit that she was an amazing belly dancer, and she had a voice of angel- She could sing anything, in any
language. And men would either laugh at her because of the fact that they would be attracted to a 'Barbie Doll' with a gold digger personality; Loki's green eyes were unblinking while watching her walk
to her car. With that indecent belly dancer material on, it was red with deep pink trim, she had multiple bracelets on, and a belly ring, she was walking with a man that was about Thor's size in both height
and body width. The man had dark hair and skin, and his hair was in braids down his back, they were laughing, Loki had felt raw hatred boil very close to the surface. Now standing, he had disappeared and
reappeared a few seconds where his Sychie was getting in her car. The man was helping her in the vehicle as his eyes were restlessly looking around; making sure that no one drunk or other wise would try
to do anything to the girls that work there. Loki had continued to observe her from afar, her smile was daylight itself, his daylight, there were nights that he would lay awake and imagine that Sychie would
be in bed with him- making love to him- giving the last of her innocence to him.
He had watched as she started the car, and drove off to her home, as the man was waving her, Loki had sprang into action and grabbed the man hard by his throat and threw him; into a bunch of trash
cans. Within a flash, he was there grabbing the man hard by the hair and pinning him against the wall "If you ever touch her again, I will kill you, first last and only warning...'' He had growled in the man's ear and
kneed him hard in the stomach. Loki had followed Sychie, she lived about ten minuets away from the bar, things would change. As Loki had got her location, with another spell, he had slipped to her house and watched
her he loved her soft creamy skin; it looked so soft and tempting. He had spend his days thinking of the days that he would be touching her silky skin, they would be either in bed or he would have her up against the wall
either way didn't matter to him. As long as he had Sychie with him, then everything would be fine, no one would threaten his life with her. He had watched her slide into the clawed iron tub filled with bubbles, from what
he saw it was big enough for two people. However he would prefer her to be in something more suitable to bathe in and to sleep in as well, he would make sure that she would have the best items around for her use only;
Loki was one that knew what he wanted and knew how to go about getting it. And Sychie was it for him, and may fate or whoever the mortals say ruled them, try to take her from him.
A few days later: Loki had his plan, he had studied the love spell better than what he thought, and after he had tweaked it to his liking, no one would stop him. Not those insects called the Avengers and most certainty
NOT the man that raised him. and more importantly not Thor! He knew her routine to the T, and now he would strike, she was the one that would give him a child of normal blood. He had never wanted her for that, it was a bonus,
he wanted her Sychie but for her to be with him and never leave him. He saw her in her home cleaning and straightening up; since today was Thursday she was off on those days, she would spend most of the day cleaning and running
errands, never thinking of herself, and that would change she would be his queen. Loki had never been this obsessive about anything or anyone in so long; she was so classical and gifted she could play the violin and the harp she had
the most beautiful voice she could sing a song about a mermaid being in love with a human prince, and being a part of his world. And Sychie would sing many more songs all through the night; but the men were so drunk and all they
cared about was her sexy dancing. Sychie would look so sad, and lost, with a wave of his hand, his typical leather black gold and green attire was gone and he was now wearing a tailor-made black suite. He looked immaculate; with a
green silk blouse, and his loafers were making contact with the concrete. It was early dawn; and no one was either around or really paying any type of attention.
Looking around, Loki had realized that it was either now or never, he had casted a spell and he had appeared in the house. Loki could be unseen if he so desired, however he didn't want to be seen at that moment, because he
didn't want to physically restrain her; or have her scared of him. There she was; in a pair of men's pants called jeans, and something called a halter top, her perfect feet were bare, there was red on her toe nails. He had looked over her shoulder,
and he had noticed that her slender and feminine fingers had matching red nail paint decorating them. She was so beautiful, her back was to him, it was so perfect, he saw her perfectly shaped rump. He had resisted the urge to grab her and make her
his, forever. As she turned around; he had then appeared visible to her and casted a spell on her to quiet her screaming, if he would've given her a chance to do so. He had then aimed the love spell at her, deliberately filling her mind full of images
of him and her as friends, and then dating when she had turned 18. Loki had then decided to make his move, after making sure that the spell had taken hold of her mind and seeping into her heart and soul, Sychie had stumbled his arms had wrapped
themselves around her frame. He had began to sway her side to side; her head was pillowed on his chest, his lips had made contact with the soft crown of her hair and her very silky forehead. Her eyes were blinking slowly, their original hazelnut
color became a slight shade darker. Loki had then tipped her chin up and kissed her softly, tasting her silken mouth, she tasted like honeysuckle and vanilla, he had felt her slowly respond to his lips and touch. Sychie's hands were soft as they touched
his hands, with a snap of his fingers, Loki had changed her rather indecent attire to a long white and gold dress made of silk.
Loki had looked at her with the dress that he had conjured for her; the white and gold dress was long and with thin straps on it left her perfectly shaped shoulders bare and the soft material had rounded its way down her upper arms it had ended
at her wrists. Her feet were covered with white sandals that rounded up her ankles in pearls, a dress befitting his queen, after fashioning a white gold tiara and placing it gently on her head, within a flash. Loki's typical clothen had appeared "My queen, it is
time for us to go and start our new life together, everything is ready.'' He had whispered against her forehead, gathering her closer and vanishing...
That was three months ago, to the day...
(End of chapter 1 of You can't escape me my love, read and review, and where do you all think that they would live at?)