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Chapter 3
Loki could feel the whirl of magic around the pair as their surroundings twisted from the meadow to a dark room of some kind.
"Wow. I did it!" Brynja pushed away from Loki and spun around the room, her waist length black hair twisting about her body. She stopped and turned to the God of Mischief. "I'm going to change out of these clothes. I may have something for you to wear, if you need it? You have your magic, so I suppose you won't."
She seemed softer now, probably just pleased that she had been successful in her transportation spell. Loki watched as she walked to a dark wood door set in the stone wall and caught her eye as she disappeared into the room. He heard the click of the lock behind her and he turned to examine her home.
The stone walls of her small house were far from bare. Relics from all across the realms rested on carved shelves. Books old and new littered tables and rested arbitrarily on shelves and the floor. The sitting room was covered but it didn't seem messy at all. It just seemed lived in. It was cozy and much different from the palace in Asgard. Everything there had a place.
He ran his fingers over a small ornate box with a tiny bronze latch. It didn't have a lock or key, and he wondered what was inside. Loki's index finger danced over the little fastener, contemplating whether to open it or not. The tip of his digit had slipped under it when the door opened again and Brynja walked out, closing the door again behind her.
For the first time Loki really looked at her. She was pale and, like quite a number of dark elves, she looked fragile. But she had a different quality to her, one that was probably an Asgardian birthright, because despite her small stature, she had a strong glimmer in her pale eyes. Her ebony hair was braided and hung over her shoulder to her waist. Her tiny body was adorned in a dark blue silk gown that was form fitted until just below her hipbones when it loosened up and flared out. The end of the dress dragged against the stone floor just so slightly that it caused the entire skirt to rustle. Loki's emerald eyes swept up her body to her face. She had a small, pointed nose, and pale pink, full lips that hid her perfect teeth.
She smiled at him when she caught his eye, "Are you hungry?" She said in a firm, slightly accented voice.
"Starving. Literally." His tongue played between his teeth when he smiled, "I haven't eaten in over a year."
"Oh, well," she turned her body to a bowl of fruit sitting on a stack of books, she turned back holding two large, round fruits, "have an apple." She extended an arm towards Loki, holding the apple in her small hands.
He took the fruit and gladly bit in. "Why thank you." He felt her eyes on him as he ate. He looked up to meet her gaze and watched as she took her first bite, a bit of the juice catching on the corner of her mouth.
With a flick of her small, pink tongue she captured the liquid. Loki wondered if she knew how sensual the small action was. He took another bite, watching her while he chewed. Besides the sound of the apple crunching, there was no noise being made.
The silence was broken by a quick rap on the door. Brynja quickly finished chewing and turned towards Loki. She put the apple back in the bowl. "You need to hide. Go, in there." She pushed him towards the third door in her little house. She opened the door and pushed him inside. "I don't know who they are. They may recognize you." Her hand remained on his chest the entire time she explained and he couldn't help but notice how his heart sped up when she did this. He didn't really think it strange, since any man would react in such a way when a beautiful woman touched him. But he didn't really like it, since he wasn't a normal man.
He did, however, take into account that her hand lingered there a millisecond longer than necessary before she pulled away and closed the door, locking it behind her, probably to keep any curious visitors from finding him. He looked around him, it was a small room filled to the brim with things, mostly just normal stuff she didn't have room for throughout her house, like cleaning supplies, a few pairs of shoes, and a simple black chest.
Loki tested the strength of the chest, pressing both hands and pushing down to see if it would falter under his weight. When it did not he turned and sat, waiting for Brynja to return and let him back out. He placed his ear to the wall, next to the door, listening for the noises of Brynja or her visitor.
"HELLO, BRYNJA, MY DEAR SISTER!" Spoke a man – Brynja's brother? – with a loudness that reminded Loki of his own "brother", Thor.
"We're only half-siblings, Alvar. Why must you call me Sister? Can you not just call me by my name? And why are you here?"
"Ah, well, to me you are my sister. And I have come to inform you that we are throwing a celebration for the birth of Frode and Katya's child. I came yesterday, but you were not here." For a dark elf, this man sure was happy.
"And by 'we' who is attending?" Brynja was closer to him now, probably sitting on the bench near the door to the closet.
"Just our family. No one you dislike."
"I dislike our family, Alvar." Loki scoffed at this, a small quirk coming to his lips.
"You seem to like me."
"Because if I did not, you would continue to persist. Resistance is tiring." She was farther away, and then closer again. Then Loki heard her bite into her apple. He looked down at his own. He could just barely see its outline in the sliver of light leaking from under the door.
Her statement even more reminded the god of mischief of Thor. How insistent he was on the matter of Loki loving him back. Resisting was indeed tiring.
He heard Alvar laugh and the shuffling of feet. "Whatever your reasoning may be, I trust you will be there tonight?"
Brynja let out an exaggerated breath. "I suppose, if I must. Now, leave?"
"Okay, okay. You, dear Brynja, get ready for tonight. We will feast!"
Loki heard the door open and then close again and the click of her heels against the stone. He stood up when he knew she was at the door. The lock clicked and the door swung open.
"Well, it looks like we'll be feasting tonight. To hell with apples!" Brynja laughed, moving to one side so Loki could walk through.
"Will someone not recognize me?" He asked her.
"Most of my family is as ignorant of what the princes of Asgard looks like as I am, and those who might recognize you wouldn't care. Those who have been in the service of Asgard and know what you look like would see allowing you to feast with us as a sign of… alliance? They would see it as your word to not betray them. Elf logic is a bit odd, I suppose."
Loki shook his head, "No, I understand. I would see it that way, too. You give someone your home, your food, and knowingly accept what they've done, and in return they should be loyal to you. Though I cannot promise I won't turn on you or your family."
She stepped closer to him, her chest puffed in challenge, "Why would you turn on me?"
"Because I am a monster."
"As am I. Monsters ought to stick together. Who else do we have in this world."
Loki stared down at her, watching her lips and her eyes as she spoke. "You are not a monster, Brynja."
"Neither are you." Her eyes were soft, like her voice.
"Ah, but I fear you do not know me, Brynja." His tongue shot out to moisten his dry lips.
"And you know me so much better?"
"I know your type."
"Do you now? And what, exactly, is my type?"
"Dark past, a ledger dripping with red. I've met people like you before."
"No, my past isn't dark. Loki, I am like you. Raised thinking that what I am is the monster that you should hate. Growing up I was teased because I was part Asgardian. It got to the point that I hated so much that I wanted to give in. I wanted to die. What I was, I would never really be accepted by my family as one of them. My brother – he loves me, but only because he doesn't know how to not love people. He doesn't not love anyone. The only real family I have in this entire realm is my mother, and even she does not love my Asgardian heritage."
Loki listened to her as she spoke, all the while watching her, his emerald eyes flickering from her mouth to her gaze. When he did finally lean in the rest of the way and touched his lips softly to hers, she was surprised. He moved back, just barely a millimeter away, and looked at her. She'd closed her eyes, and now she looked at him with heavy lids. She smiled sheepishly and bit her lip before leaning back in, pressing her mouth to his hard, pushing him back a bit with the force. Her hands were clutching at the soft fabric of his shirt. He was the one surprised this time, but he quickly adjusted, moving his hands to her waist, pulling her small body flush against her.
His tongue played against her bottom lip, begging for entrance. When granted, they fought for dominance. Brynja's short nails dug in his dark hair and scraped at his neck. It was then that he realized that he was a masochist, but the thought played at the back of her mind, storing itself for later.
It was Loki that pulled away again, pressing his forehead to hers, his hands coming to rest on the sides of her face, his thumb rubbing her jawbone gently. Their noses touch as they stand there, staring at each other. Her eyes moved to his throat to where the red marks bled lightly from her nails.
Her finger traced the cut, sending a shiver up Loki's spine. "Shouldn't it be healed yet?"
"My magic isn't fully recovered yet, I shouldn't waste it on petty things like love scratches."
"Love scratches? I have never heard them referred to as such."
He laughed, placing a kiss to her hair line. "Wound didn't seem appropriate."
"You seemed to enjoy it… are you into that kind of thing?"
"I like to inflict pain."
"You liked me hurting you."
"Maybe you're special."
"Not maybe – I am special." Brynja smiled up at him. "So what does this mean?"
"It means you're different. It means I'm curious about you."
"I like the way that sounds. I'm appealing to you. That is not something I often hear."
Loki smiled at her, "I am not the kind of man you usually meet.
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