O tidings of comfort and Loki, Comfort and Loki.
Day 6
Loki woke up this time before Mysma, her undeniable features so calm and lacking frustration. He loved her, he didn't mind loving her, she however minded very much. He thought back to yesterday, how they read in the library side by side. He had read the same book she was reading the day before that about Frost Giants. He was merely curious, what he had found in that book was a bit too much for him to comprehend.
He read about the five levels in Jotun society. Level one was for lowly poor individuals that had no significance in society other than population. Level two was for worker that spent their time for the population. Level three was for the middle class Jotuns, that had somewhat importance when it came to decision making for the population. Level four was for the warrior, born in ice and blood. Level five was for the royals, the highest ranking of the five and the most important. It made him wonder exactly how important she was to her society of ice spirits.
If he was a level five and level five was the son of Laughy, then what did that make her... He didn't want to break to any conclusions or talk to her about it. He only wondered what made her what she was... A level five. Were all Ice spirits a level five? Or was it just she? He took this opportunity while she was in her sleeping state to bury his nose into her hair and sniff her sweet scent.
Why was he so attracted to her? Plenty of woman had came his way and he was always more dominant with them, more forceful, but then there was her. She was a special type of girl, whether she was very similar in races with him or not. She had been so cruel to him and part of him just loved a woman who had some evil in her blood. She could be cold and calculating, but also graceful and kindred. She had such beauty inside and out that he really couldn't help, but... Love her.
Why didn't she love him back? He felt himself in dread at the idea that he was nothing to her. But then what was that display that she put on earlier yesterday, he would have definitely gone through with losing his finger all to keep her happy. She wouldn't let him do it and he at least had the right to know why. Mysma began to rustle around her in her sleep, she was waking up, Loki moved away from her so she would be uncomfortable with his closeness when she noticed he was close.
She turned and stretched her arms cutely, his arm following hers at their connected hands.
"Good morning."
"Good morning." She replied lazily, a yawn following in suit.
"We have to go see my mother today."
"Yes... I would rather stay here for a while."
"Stay and then what?"
"Not show up." She turned into her side again and feigned sleep, he couldn't help but chuckle. He had yet to see this side of her, the tired and mischievous side.
"I won't let you stay here unless you give me something."
"Give you what?"
"A kiss." She walked right into that one, she flipped onto her back and glared at him.
"I really hate you. Do you realize that?" She calmly applied, he sighed and looked away again.
"I understand, but I don't understand why you don't want me to just end this." She kept her back facing him, but there was no denying that the rings kept him from removing his arm from around her neck.
"I would never cut off my finger for someone like me, just because they were in pain."
"Emotionally?"
"Excuse me?"
"Are you in emotional pain?" She turned onto her back and stared up at the ceiling with him.
"Yes and possibly physical."
"Then let me do it." He sat up on his elbows and stared at her. "You can't tell someone that they love you." She looked over at him, he thought she was going to say it, but she didn't... She wouldn't. His love was far to stubborn to admit such a simple thing and he loved that.
"You don't have to. We aren't getting married. I won't allow it."
"It's king's orders Mysma." He leaned over closer to her till his lips were just barely meeting hers. "Will you tell me your name then?" He whispered like a snake into her ear.
"No." She huffed out and closed her eyes.
"Can I kiss you at least? Just to try."
"No." She snapped back in an even fiercer tone, she turned onto her side and he heard her make a growl of some sort. It caused his eyes to darken with lust and all he wanted was to be near her, not as near as this... Closer.
A knock came at the door, knocks always seemed to pull them from their sleep. They had fallen into a nap, this time Loki was allowed to be just as close as he had wanted before. Her head was snuggled against his chest and if anyone didn't know them, they would have thought Loki and Mysma to be the perfect couple.
"Leave us alone!" Loki shouted to the door and hazy voice and he smuggled back into Mysma, who must have been awake, but she hadn't moved away. Moments later, one door opened, Frigga entered the room and slowly walked over to the bed taking a seat beside it. Loki opened his eyes glaring up at her, he didn't want this moment with Mysma to end, thinking that his mother would ruin made him slightly resentful of her.
"Can you leave please?" Mysma asked, her eyes still closed and she was still snuggled into Loki.
"We have a wedding to plan so no, I can't go." Mysma groaned and brought her free hand up to reside on Loki's chest. He was surprised, she would never had acted this way before. Their relationship really was changing and he felt more confident with her in his arms.
"Please just go."
"You have now only one day to plan this wedding."
"I am not getting married."
"It's Odin's orders." She rubbed her face against his chest and sniffled, he couldn't help but snort at this causing her to raise her head and look at him.
"Sorry." He mumbled, she placed her head back down on his chest and closing her eyes, snuggling further into him to get comfortable.
"Wouldn't you rather be doing this to Loki as his wife?" Frigga pointed out, Loki knew the moment ended. Mysma sat up and away from him. She snapped her fingers into more acceptable clothing; in this case just a silk blue robe.
"No. I don't love him."
"But I love you darling, can't you just try with me."
"No"
"Then I can't take it anymore." He flipped his legs get the edge on his side of the bed and grabbed the dagger that had been casually misplaced between the cotton pillow mattresses. He picked it up and dragged her along again as he stood and placed his hand against the wall, about ready to cut his finger off.
"Stop!" She shouted, grabbing him by the face and pulling him into a kiss, sucking his breath away, her tongue expertly move between his lips in which she had nibbled on lightly with her teeth. She pulled away immediately, turning right red with embarrassment. They had forgotten that Frigga had been watching the entire time, she stood up and politely walked towards the door.
"I will be back tomorrow. Early morning." Loki couldn't pull his gaze from her, the was his most prized kiss and he would treasure her lips for as long as she allowed him, but when he dove back into kiss her she turned her head away and he ended up kissing her cheek.
"I'm sorry..." She muttered, gulping audibly, he reached his free hand up and caressed her cheek with his knuckle.
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me your name... I mean. Your real one." She tuned her eyes back towards his and let out a breath, which he could see. She was extremely cold, the temperature of her body dropping and wondered why it wasn't ping the other direction.
"N-Numia, it means light and strong spirit." He smiled brightly and nodded his head.
"I like that n-"
"You may not call me by it." She nervously babbled out.
"I promise I will." He teased, he was merely happy that she had told him. It was meant to be an intimate thing, if only he had his own.
The day went by quick, Loki and Mysma remained in the room simply out of Mysma's embarrassments. He, however, did not mind at all, she would soon grow closer to him and he couldn't wait until then. They talked for a great many hours, they laughed at each other and told stories. Loki taught her a few of his own patented magic tricks in order to provide them with food for the night, they hadn't eaten all day. He materialized a fruit basket for them to pick off of need they be hungry. Loki wasn't one for being lazy and he knew neither was Mysma, but he was happy that he had gotten to know her much better. He never thought she would have been laughing and giggling at his own jests and teases.
At the end of the night, it seemed as though they had known each other their entire life's. She was still distant, becoming callous and cold whenever he asked something far to personal. He liked that she had created boundaries for others to not pass, the issue was he wanted to pass them. She leaned her head on his shoulder, they both sat by side leaning back into the headboard of the bed giving one another riddles, but eventually the game grew too boring and they had gotten into another topic... A more darker one and he didn't really know how that even came to be.
"So... Can I ask you why you tried to destroy Jotunheim?" He tensed, he knew he had done wrong and he regretted it, but he could never tell her why. He worried she would only hate him again.
"My real father had threatened to destroy Asgard. I love it far too much to lose, It has always been my true home." He lied, he lied because he didn't want all this progress to be for nothing, he was slowly making his way into her heart.
"Why didn't you tell someone?" She asked in a hushed tone, he knew she was feeling guilty because of his statement, he was only trying to bring her closer to him.
"I told Odin, but he said it was futile. That's the end of that story." She leaned into him further, arms wrapping around his body.
"I'm so sorry Loki... I didn't think of it that way. The Giants, they hunted my race many years ago for sport, so I have always believed that they were all horrible beings. But I am beginning to think that your time in that cell has changed you. I would like to apologize for the harsh treatment I have given you."
"No... It's alright. Do you love me now?"
"No. I like you, there is a difference." She laughed and Loki just smiled, she had the most wonderful laugh.
"So what do I have to give you? Flowers? Jewelry?"
"No thank you on the jewelry, but you can try giving me flow-" He stopped her when he snapped his fingers and a bundle of lilacs appeared in his hand.
"You really need to teach me how to do that." She accepted them from him this time and sniffed their beauty, absorbing it really.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life." He whispered, she looked up from the lilacs at him and he would have sworn her cheeks turned red, the blush traveling down her neck.
"And as for your little statement on giving me gifts to make me love you. You can't...
I don't want things, they don't make you love someone."
"Then what does?"
"The fact that you have to ask that question proves you don't deserve me." She glared, tossing the flowers over the side of the bed and turning her gaze away from him.
"I know exactly what does..." He grabbed her chin with the hand that connected them and pulled her to look at him. "Love is when you would give your entire self to someone, die for them, live for them, sell your soul to their breath..." He leaned in closer so their noses nudged. "To their heartbeat..." He growled out in a deep voice. "Melodic and resounding through a room of emptiness. Just them." He pressed his lips to her, shoving his tongue into her mouth and pushing her down to lay on the bed allowing him better access. He moved his trail of kisses down her neck, she wove her fingers through his hair, but pulled it away.
"Stop." She pleaded, he pulled away, both of them breathless, hard and ragged, soft and gentle... Resounding through the dark room... Just them. "No... I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't."
