Everything seemed to stop around me.
"M.. Marriage?" My face was red and I felt like I was out of breath.
"Miss Tarah, please listen." Loki scooted closer and looked away. "I researched our treaty and it seems as though marriage is the only way out of battle. If our worlds combined as one, then Asgard would be forced to cooperate with your kingdom and the other one that you are making your treaty with. I know it is not an ideal situation but.."
I shook my head and finally regained my composure. "Surely there are other ways,"
He glanced at me, "There are, yes, but none of them will be as effective as this."
Loki stood and walked to the path that lead to the gate, making it seem as though he was leaving. He looked so rigid and almost angry. Did I hurt him? He turned back and looked at me, his face was stone.
"Miss Tarah, I have offered my assistance. I do not believe I can come up with more than that." His voice was low. He sounded so angry but managed to keep his composure. It wasn't until after he left that I realized that he was asking for my hand in marriage.
"My lord wait!" I got up to chase after him, he was far ahead of me in the hall, his hands clasped behind his back and his head held high. From behind I could tell that he walked swiftly out of anger.
"Loki! Please!" My voice echoed off of the halls and finally reached him, he stopped and turned slowly.
"My lord," I walked closer, we were maybe ten feet away from each other. "I agree that there is most likely no other way, but please listen to me."
Loki's face was still stone. His chin was pointed downwards and his eyes looked at me from beneath his strong brow. His stance was intimidating and his hands stayed behind his back. Just looking at him made my throat catch my voice.
"I.. I would like… to know more about you, My Lord. If I am to marry you then… then I would like to know about my husband." My voice shook and so did my hands, my eye contact with Loki only stayed because I was too afraid to look away. A grin spread across his face and he stepped closer to me, slowly like an animal on its prey. He finally stopped, inches away from my body.
He towered over my small stature, a full foot above me. My heart was thumping against my ribcage, I swear he could hear it. My breath was short and my insides were tingling, I have never felt this intimidated and… and… aroused before. He smirked, knowing exactly what he is doing to me.
"If you are going to be my bride you must call me by my name. Say it." He whispered ruggedly, inches from my face.
"Wh… What?"
"Say my name." He demanded.
"L… Loki." Oh god, what is happening to me?
"Again."
"Loki…"
"Again!" He said through gritted teeth.
"Loki!"
He chuckled at my shaky composure. I couldn't breathe.
"Ehehehe… Good."