Chapter 18

"You will tell nobody what you've seen!"

Blue monster before me raged. His red eyes wanted to eat my soul out. Still, I remained calm. Why would I fear one Frost Giant, when Death passed through me and I still stand? I wasn't surprised and I admit that partly I was glad he is here, well and alive, though hiding. I technically couldn't tell anyone what I've just seen, but nor did I want to. What did Asgard do for me to deserve my loyalty? I would still be in the dungeon if Loki didn't take the throne.

Loki continued to yell at me, saying all kinds of horrible things and threaten to kill me in the most horrible ways. Like how he would throw me naked to starved snakes, stick a hot poker up my ass or push me from Bifrost. Loki was furious and aggressive, pushing me against the wall with his hand enclosed around my neck. Was it possible that little insignificant mortal knowing his secret scared him? This couldn't be the case, it wasn't rational conclusion, but then again, nothing was ever rational with Loki.

Loki. I reached for his face.

"Out of my head, you miserable wretch!"

Let me go.

He didn't do it right away, my feet kicked through air before I felt the ground under them. I gasped for air and in a dizzy haze, I leaned into him to keep myself steady. He flinched, but didn't push me away. We stayed that way until I saw only one Loki instead of several, then I looked up to him. His red eyes observed me carefully as I observed his features. Asgard thought of Frost Giants to be ugly creatures, I didn't think Loki was ugly, I can finally say that I learned there is more than meets the eye.

"This is not a place to talk."

I nodded.

"Go to your chamber."

I obeyed him. He stayed back to clean the mess I've done with the guards and said that he'll find me later. I ran back to my chamber, trying to avoid unwanted looks. I would lock the doors and refuse to let anyone in for a week so I could think, but Loki would see that as a sign of hostility. I waited for hours and I was very anxious. I paced up and down the chamber until my feet bleed, then I sat on bed and waited. I drifted to sleep and was later wakened by Loki's shouting.

"What did you do to me?!"

Night fell in Asgard, but thankfully for my weak mortal eyes, the darkness was reduced by lighting candles. Loki was standing in the shadows, hiding from illumination. It was up to me aproach to him, which I did as soon as I rolled out of bed. Only a glimpse of his form was enough to understand why I took him so long to come here. I didn't see him under the facade of Odin or how he normally appeared, he was still blue. Blue and very angry.

I don't understand. I took his arm.

"Your hand does not burn when you touch me." I didn't know it was supposed to. "It is." Ops, I forgot he was in my head just as much as I was in his.

I didn't do anything to you. I don't know how.

"I've seen what you can do, manipulate others minds and body. You've done this to me so Asgard would see me burn. You wanted to see the monster you hate!"

I don't hate you.

The thought came on its own, but it was the truth. I didn't hate him. If I did then I wouldn't be here, I wouldn't spend hours waiting on him so we could talk. I would run to Heimdall or Sif, reveal to whole Asgard that false king fooled them. But I didn't do anything about that. What more proof does he need? Me kneeling before him as a mindless peasant? I wouldn't kneel before him even if I was to suck on his dick. Maybe I should control my thoughts.

I never tried to control you. I am not a fool, I'm trying to survive here, not get myself killed.

"Fix it."

I don't know how.

"You did this to me and you're going to fix it!" I had no chance to ask how, he garbed my hands and pressed it to his face. "Think!"

How can I think with him stopping blood circulation of my hands? His whole being was distracting enough and now his breath was hitting my nose. What could I do? How did I do anything in the first place? I guess I was curious how Frost Giants look like, how Loki looks like when he is not under a facade. But his appearance is not the facade, then again, it is adjustment. I wanted to know more of Loki, what he really is and what he does. Because of that I got burned. His skin burned my hands.

"I'm sorry." Loki said after we spent an hour dipping my hands in icewater.

Loki apologizing to me? It must be a holiday.

"Don't push it."

This could become holiday whole universe could celebrate.

"Isabella."

Loki.

"How are your hands?"

Nice and roasted.

"Very funny." He sighed. "What were you thinking about?"

You were in my head, just like you are now, you know.

"I don't see everything. You learned to hold back, though you remain impulse and few thoughts here and there escape your control." He must be referring to dick sucking. "I am."

Not a word. I warned.

"Undoubtedly, we would find another way you would prefer."

I would prefer your dick as sausage in my hot dog. My face got red while he laughed. It was too beautiful not to join.

"Such a wild woman." He stroked my cheek. "I should go." Yes, he probably should, but I wanted him to stay.

Stay.

"I'm tired, Isabella."

Good, so am I.

"You are inviting me to your bed?" He looked surprised. "Already changed your mind about hot dog?"

No, I'm inviting you to your bed. I'm not an idiot, I know this was your chamber before.

"Nothing can slip by you."

Especially not sausage with ketchup.

He stayed.

I want a hot dog. Anyone else?