Good tidings we bring To you and your Loki

Day 4

Lokiand Mysma woke up to a loud knocking at the door. Mysma was wide awake, the moment she sat up Loki knew something was wrong. The knocking was frantic, but in an almost playful way.

"Mysma, it's me Sif. Are you in there?"

"Oh dear god!" Mysma exclaimed in a whisper, she hopped off the bed and tried to run to her wardrobe, but Loki's weight was dragged to the edge of the bed from his resting place, his arm extended out towards her, his bare chest pressed against the rattled sheets of the bed. His eyes were wide open and he could see her attire, it had to have been the sexiest thing he had ever seen a woman wear. She was wearing a wrap as he had felt, but seeing it was so much more different. They stared directly at one another for the longest time, he grabbed her hand.

"Get dressed quick." Before she could do just that with her magic, the door was opened and Sif walked in. She nearly fainted at the sight before her, Loki was holding out his arm to Mysma and they were in quite revealing attire.

"What is going on here?!" Sif blurted out, barely able to say those words she was so shocked.

"It's not what you think." Mysma snapped her fingers and she was dressed entirely in her clothes from the day before, Loki did the same.

"Not what I think?! You two hate each other!" Loki stood up, his hand still holding hers. Mysma opened her mouth to explain the situation they were in.

"We are engaged." Loki interrupted her, a small smile on his face as he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Sif's eyes widened more and her mouth opened an closed before she could say anything.

"But I don't understand..." Her words trailed off to a whisper that neither Mysma or Loki could find coherent. Mysma was in shock as well, she wasn't expecting Loki to immediately blurt out such a lie, especially after she told him they would be faking engagement.

"We have been keeping it hidden for a while, but it's true we are lovers in the room as much as we are enemies outside of it." Mysma glare at him, slapping him across the face, Loki blinked back his surprise.

"Get out Sif." Sif left in an awkward rush, Loki knew he was in trouble. Mysma was giving him the death stare the entire time, his hand reached up to hold his aching jaw.

"I hate you."

"You say that more often now."

"It's because I mean it. Now she will tell everyone."

"Do you think I care?"

"You should because the last thing you want is to be in a relationship with me. I don't think you understand what happened to the last man that courted me."

"What happened?"

"He ended up frozen to death." Loki grinned playfully, but frowned when she didn't return it, what else did he expect?

"Luckily I can't freeze." He gulped out, she rolled her eyes and walked over to her wardrobe. He had no choice but to follow, she opened the doors and looked brought her clothes, before finding a nice dress and snapping her fingers to wear it.

The aqua colored dress had one thick silk strap that drew as it wrapped around her torso to create the upper half of her dress falling down into the flat skirt that ended above her knees. Her boots as usual adorned her feet and her hair was curled to perfection. They both left without a word.


She didn't say anything to him as if he wasn't there at all, they had found themselves in the library sitting beside one another at one of the fur couches. She was reading her book and he was reading his, but he couldn't help but feel a little neglected. He couldn't read the edge of her book to see what she was reading, but he didn't think it was at all boring as she her eyes hadn't left the pages for quite some time. He was just curious, there was no harm in that.

"What are you reading?" She didn't answer him, he knew she was ignoring him for what had happened earlier. "I'm sorry." He stated, hoping the two words would help, but she huffed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm reading a book on how to kill a frost giant with ice." Loki gulped and assumed she was just joking with him, he went back to reading his book on the deadly magic spells of Vanaheim that had been outlawed. There was a deadly silence again and Loki noticed that she had place her book down and she was looking at him darkly. He glanced over at her before quickly averting his eyes.

"What's your Jotun name?"

"I don't have one." He plainly replied, he wasn't afraid of her, just how unpredictable she was.

"What do your markings mean then?"

"That I'm a king." He heard her snort and his eyes rose up to glare at her, his face cringe with disgust.

"And what exactly is your Jotun name?"

"It's an intimate thing I would rather not exchange."

"Hmm, then you have no business knowing anything about me if its intimate." He hissed the last word to make sure his point got across, she didn't need to be interested in him and he didn't know where it had suddenly come from.

"Well, I was only asking because it says here that names contain rank." She pointed back down at the book expecting him to look, he moved closer and looking down at the words. "In Jotunheim each native Jotun is given a name at birth that is only known by the few they trust. This name displays their rank, certain ranks can be much more difficult to defeat than others, which is why spells are then required to weaken their magical entity." She read from the book, but in a snarky manner that made Loki think she was joking. Then she raised her hand up and pressed it against his cheek. It was cold... Extremely cold and he watched as she changed into her natural form, he did the same as she tried to freeze him from the inside out with her ability.

"Stop it." He growled out between clenched teeth, she removed her hand and went back to normal. He however felt an ongoing pain at the pit of his gut that rippled through his body. He sat back groaning, when he finally wen back to his Asgardian form he glared at her. She was back to reading her book as though nothing happened.

"What was that for?!" He bellowed, his strict voice resounding through the library.

"I needed to know which rank you were."

"Which rank then?"

"Five." The rest of the day was horrible, they didn't talk once to one another. There was another ball for Yule, but she didn't want to go after Loki's outburst with Sif earlier. They hadn't even gone to the dining room to eat, she was so embarrassed. When they went back to the room, her room to his dismay, they bathed, not once looking at each other and then went to bed. But somehow she managed to sleep on her back, not her side and this made him sad, he was only able to keep his arm around her, not hold close like he oh so wanted. She really hated him...