A/N:Oh wow, thanks for the favs and follows! I appreciate it. Just winging it since I've only seen Loki in two movies so i'm thrilled this isn't a complete bust. Anyways, on with the show and review please.
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I Write Sins, Not Tragedies
2.
"Are you going to stand there staring as if I have given you s-s-s-some ailment or are you going to talk to me?"
Loki continued to ignore her.
Her voice.
The way her naked body lounged across his bedding.
He was trying very…
Very…
Very hard to ignore her.
Really. He was.
"I have no desires to converse with you, witch."
Thyliase gave a faux pout, "Why must you be so mean, Loki of Asgard? What have I done to upset you so? Or are you always this sensitive?"
"Let us start with you imposing in my personal space, your constant babbling, the touching of my things…"
"Your things? This comfy little… bed of yours as well as everything else in this little box is ours now, dearest Loki of Asgard. I advise you to get used to it. I can sense that you have a major s-s-s-uperiority complex." Thyliase said, shifting her position to get comfortable. "Tell me about yourself, what does a prince do for fun when he is not trying to take over another world and failing? What do you like to eat?" Her full lips curved, "What kind of women do you prefer?"
When nothing but silence followed suit, Thyliase rolled onto her side to stare at the god. Loki had taken up a corner opposite the cell, his long legs stretched out about him and crossed, with a book in his hands. He appeared to be reading, but the shifter knew better.
He was desperate to drown her out.
"I am from Xaneom, as you already know. Daughter of Amphise and Ivo, second to Throssia. I am of no royalty, nor are my parents. In fact I have never been to the Xaneomian palace; I am just a dancer from my small town. I, along with my sister and other girls our age, get together on the eves of our festivals and we put on shows out of respect to our gods and good well for our men."
It wasn't completely a lie. She was a dancer, one of the best in fact. There was something about Xaneomian women and the way they got their bodies to move that left men from all over weak in the knees. Loki himself had heard tales from the warriors of Asgard that had ventured to the peaceful place, tales of their women. Though he'd never admit it aloud, the tales he'd heard did little to no justice.
The chatterbox was gorgeous.
"Would you care to s-s-s-see one?"
Loki glanced up from the book he was supposed to be reading, feigning annoyance though he couldn't quite hide the curiosity that spoke volumes in his opaque blue eyes. They were beautiful, so much so that Thyliase lost herself in them. Clear as the sky yet clouded.
"If I say no I can only assume it would not stop you." Said Loki.
Thyliase allowed herself a small smile, "You are learning quite fast, dearest Loki of Asgard. Whomever said you were not bright was quite wrong." She teased. Thyliase sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the cot slowly as she got to her feet. She made the motion to stretch, an attempt to make sure that she had the moody god's undivided attention.
Thyliase gave a small but effective thrust of her ribcage, with an accent upwards. "Our dance is very different than the dances you might have seen here. There are no outside influences on our culture, just our ancestors and their past. We learn from our mothers, and them their mothers, and so on. The dances are organic, but they teach us so much about our bodies and what they can do. How to move parts of our forms in is-s-s-solation."
Thyliase shifted her weight from leg to leg, straightening the supporting knee and releasing the other. She got into the rhythm of this, sliding her hips out to the side as the weight transferred into her feet then back in connecting to her center.
"Do you know what I have realized about you, Loki of Asgard?"
"I cannot imagine, so please do tell." It took more effort than he thought it would to keep the excitement from his voice. His body, on the outside at least, was holding up splendidly. But on the inside he was raging.
"Well for one I see you detest snakes, which hurts my feelings. Right… here…" Her fingers trailed slowly down the valley between her breasts. "You are also very observant, and cunning… far more intelligent than what others peg you for."
"You are learning fast, Thyliase of Xaneom. You might not be a halfwit after all." Said the god.
Thyliase simply chuckled, her hips slowing down to a complete stop. The book he had once been preoccupied with now lay face down on the floor at his side. His eyes scrutinized every inch of her from where he sat.
"What are you trying to do, witch?" Questioned the god.
"What ever do you mean?" Inquired the shifter.
Loki smirked as he got to his feet, slowly approaching the girl. "Do not play coy with me, witch. I know my mother is plotting something and you are nothing but a pawn in her sick game."
Thyliase stared up into his face as the vast amount of distance between them faded. "I assure you, dearest Loki of Asgard, I am up to nothing." She took a step forward, her bare chest pressing against the material of his tunic.
"Do you have any idea what it is you are doing, witch?" Loki's voice dropped an octave, his eyes lowering to the exposed flesh of her breasts. The copper colored skin, all that was not laced with scales, was covered slightly in gooseflesh. She was close to him, far closer than he'd allowed anyone to get to him in years. His mother included. He could feel the warmth that radiated off of her, and it was electrifying. Her scent, a mixture of earth and spices he could only guess, flooded his senses.
"What am I doing?" Dark eyes challenged him beneath the thick brush of her long lashes.
She looked delicious.
"You are playing a very dangerous game, with a very dangerous god."
"I s-s-s-ense no danger here."
Loki took hold of the shifter, tossing her onto the makeshift bed before climbing atop of her. "I will make you think twice about your actions, witch." He said. His voice was like velvet, causing an involuntary shiver to course down her spine. "You will remember my name and not to test me."