Later on, Holly found herself attempting to walk off her pain, leaning against the wall of each corridor. Finally, she reached an open, empty, large balcony. Furrowing her eyebrows, she gingerly stepped down the stairs and walked out into the beautiful night. Looking out over Asgard, she could see why Thor always had talked about how beautiful it was. There was nothing on Earth like it.
"Loki, your father will be furious." Frigga said desperately.
"He's not my father." Loki hissed, shooting a glare her way.
"Please, Loki." She pleaded. "When Odin returns, you're going to have to explain the girl somehow to him." Loki held his hand up in her direction, motioning for her to stop. In the distance, he could see the familiar redhead descending down the stairs and onto the balcony.
"You fancy her." Frigga said in a gasp, placing a gentle, caring hand on his arm.
"Perhaps." He said quietly, studying her. "She has captured my attention." Loki stepped away from the woman who raised him and towards the balcony. He watched as she pulled her hair from its ponytail, letting in tumble down her back. Her hands gently ran through her hair and she stretched her torso. A limp was still evident in her left leg.
Loki started towards the balcony, hoping to catch her off guard… perhaps study her a bit longer. Deciding on the latter, he stood in the entryway to the balcony, watching as she placed her hands on the railing, tipping her head back and closing her eyes with an exhale. Cocking his head to the side, he studied her, eyes dragging down every inch of her body. He wanted to strip every inch of her clothing off to reveal her beautiful body. She didn't fit the bill that was so typical of Midgardian women- wanting a stick thin appearance, appearing weak. Holly was a strong woman, her stature showed it.
Loki started towards her, footfalls silent upon the tile. She remained as before- eyes closed, face towards the sky, taking deep breaths. "You can't sneak up on me." She spoke quietly, righting her head and looking at him over her shoulder. He was a bit startled and taken aback, but he hid it well.
"I was not trying to." He answered quietly.
"Mmm," she murmured, smirking up at him. Loki inhaled sharply and turned away as she bit her bottom lip and looked back out at Asgard.
"These Midgardian clothes do you no justice." Loki said quietly, walking around the back of her. Holly looked over her shoulder at him again, pursing her lips to hide a smile.
"Are you implying that I'm an attractive woman?" she raised an eyebrow, locking eyes with him. His face remained blank as he walked back to her front. Holly raised her gaze to his with a small smile.
"Perhaps…" he trailed off. "Would you allow my servants to tend to you and dress you properly?"
"Are you giving me an option?" she retorted.
"No, I suppose I'm not." He smiled just briefly, but then summoned his servants. "Tend to her. Have her ready for dinner." Loki nodded towards her, then headed for the door.
Holly watched as he left, then turned her attention to the group of women who had gathered around her.
"Shall we draw you a bath, Miss…"
"Holly, please." She smiled, "And yes, that would be lovely."