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Chap. 4

Loki did not feel out of place at the celebration. He noticed how a few partygoers were cold towards Brynja and out right ignored him, but it wasn't as if either of them were really trying to converse with them. Brynja's mother Beate told him an embarrassing story of when Brynja was a child. At the party Loki went by the name Claus, but Brynja called him Loki when they spoke while apart from the others. He knew Beate must have heard him because she swooped in like a hawk, pulling the pair to a corner.

"You brought LOKI, to Svartalfheim?" She gave Brynja a dark look. "You know how many people here would see him dead!" Her voice was a hushed scream and it came out very breathy and raspy.

"Mother calm down, I had to bring him here. Odin's men were going to kill him."

"Of course they were, you know what he did to deserve his punishment."

"They were going to kill him because I set him free! Which meant that my head would be on the platter next to his! Not to mention that they already wanted me dead!" Brynja took no notice to the stares that were being thrown at them.

Her mother gave her a warning look, causing Brynja to sink back into Loki, and then one of disappointment. "What have you done this time?"

Brynja could feel Loki's chest on her back, making her face flush. "I haven't done anything. And I, dear mother, think it is time we took our leave." She reached back and found what she hoped was Loki's hand before dragging him out of the house where they were staying.

When they were outside and began walking back to her home, she spoke to him. "I'm sorry to drag you out so suddenly. My mother does this thing where she starts to rant anytime I tell her of the things people want me for. I did not want you to have to suffer as I would otherwise have."

Loki pressed a hand to her back reassuringly. "I don't mind." He smiled down at her. She reminded him of two women, the one who loved him, and the one who tricked him. Looking at her gave him a fuzzy feeling in his stomach, one he didn't not like, but he wasn't too pleased to have it. Both of them were wanted and neither of them would ever be able to settle down and be happy unless they went to extreme lengths. Not that he would mind doing those things for her.

And the things he wanted to do to her.

Oh god. Was this really what he was turning into? He would rather die than fall in love. But when he looked at her, he felt compelled to touch her. To give her everything she could ever want. To make her feel loved.

They watched each other as they walked, emerald eyes matching her sea foam orbs. Her lips were locked in smirk and his in a goofy grin.

When they arrived back home the grins fell off of their faces. Someone had been there; Loki could sense this before they got there. He grabbed her hand and pulled her along to the door of her house. It was closed, but not locked as she had left it.

She pushed the door open hurriedly and took in the disarray that had become of her little house. Brynja's face fell but the air around her remained calm and composed. She let out a deep breath as she looked at her things. So many of them were broken, ripped to shreds and broken. She looked around, scanning for anything of any importance. Nothing seemed to catch her eye until they made their way to the ornate little box Loki had been curious about earlier. It sat unopened on the floor under a tattered dress.

Brynja picked up the tiny thing and brushed off the top. She opened it up and pulled out a delicate looking necklace with a large, strange looking, blue stone set in a silver pendant. She moved to put it on but Loki stopped her.

"Here, let me." He stepped behind her, his cold hands brushing the bare skin at the nape of her neck, sending a shiver up her neck. "Why would someone do this?"

"Asgard isn't the only place I have stolen from." Her voice was small, shaky. She was obviously upset. He instinctively placed a kiss on her shoulder, running his hands down her arms comfortingly.

"Where are you not wanted?" He asked, his cool breath raising goosebumps along the pale expanse of her shoulder and neck.

She turned to face him, her hand going to his chest. "Midgard, and the land of the dishonored dead, but we cannot go to either of them."

Loki touched her waist, his thumbs rubbing circles across the fabric. "We can go to Earth. You are not known there, I can use my magic, disguise myself. We could live like normal people."

She smiled up at him before kissing his lips tenderly. "Okay."

His hands moved to her bottom, pulling her in closer, before kissing her again. When he pulled away she stared up at him, disappointed at the loss. "I'll go first; get you some clothes so you can blend in. I will be right back." He kissed her forehead and vanished.

Brynja shuffled around her home, picking things up, observing the damage. There was nothing that she really cared about here. She had read all the books, worn all the clothes. She was rarely ever here, and other than the food, everything here was old and worn. Here was her past, her childhood, and that is not a happy place for her.

When Loki came back, holding three bags, she had settled on her bench, overlooking the chaos of her home.

"I had to guess." He held the bags out to her. She took them and looked inside. "The pink bag is the underwear."

Brynja pulled out the dark blue and black lace bra and matching panties. There were a few other different pairs but this is what she chose to wear for her first day of life on Midgard. She looked through the bags and took out a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a dark green knit sweater. She went to her room and when she came back, her hair now pulled up in a bun, she saw a man that was almost unrecognizable. His long black hair was now short and blonde. He wasn't as pale and his emerald eyes were blue. He was still just as gorgeous though, and she could sense him behind his Midgardian guise. He was now wearing a white button up shirt and black slacks.

He turned to her and smiled, revealing those perfect white teeth. "You look lovely." He stepped towards her.

"So do you." She stated. And she wasn't lying.

Loki moved his hand to her face, pinching the top of her ear, "You should make these rounder though. It's kind of elfish."

She laughed and moved her hands to her ears, focusing on the tips. When she was done she looked up at Loki for approval. He nodded his head before leaning down and scooping up the bags he had brought with him. He told her to grab on before using his magic to teleport them to the middle of a beautiful, modernly decorated room.

"This is where we'll be staying." He told her. The house was much bigger than the one she had in Svartalfheim, and far more beautiful. "Here, I'll show you around." He grabbed her hand and began to give her a tour around the beautiful Kensington townhouse.

"There are five bedrooms. Why so many?" She looked up at him curiously.

"It was the first house the lady showed me, I didn't want to waste time."

"How did you get the money for this place?"

He looked down at her and pulled his arm around her, tucking her there as they walked out onto the terrace. "Details, my pet, are not of great importance. But if you must know, I had some things that I no longer needed and I sold them. I could have used magic, but apparently Midgardian money is not that easy to replicate." They finished the tour before he walked her into the second reception room and pulled her onto the couch next to him.

He turned on the television and put on the British World News. As usual, it was mostly about war and world hunger, but there was also a lot of coverage on the new royal baby boy that had just recently been born.

She cuddled against him deeper, wrapping her arms around him and pulling her knees up to her body, kicking off her flats in the process. "There's more war here than there is back home. Why are they so self-destructive?" Her voice was pitched with inquisitiveness.

"I think that the people of all of the realms are weak with self-destruction, but the people of Midgard are more keen to react on it."

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THAT'S IT FOR NOW
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