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My feet carry me towards Sif as the Fire Demon releases a giant wave of flames towards her form. Before Sif can turn to look I tackle her to the ground. I feel the flames lick my armor heating it up enough to burn my ribcage, arms, and legs. Unable to stop myself I let out a scream of agony, but I quickly bite my lip in an attempt to gain some rationality.

Almost as if in a slower time I see the flames still burning me and starting to make their way towards Sif. I quickly grib my bow and murmur the incantation for the protection enchantment. I quickly adjust the enchantment to work on the object and whomever it touches. I thrust the bow towards Sif while it is still in my hand and manage to get it to touch her exposed skin on her hand.

I feel the warmth of the protection magic swarm over me and look to see the illumination of my magic over Sif. As my vision begins to blur I see a flash of green above me and the flames stop. I breathe a sligh of relief and release my magic. Ignoring my pain I manage to rise to my knees and crawl over to Sif's motionless body.

"Sif wake up," I mouth the words but no sound comes out.

I try to shake her but my body doesn't respond. Instead I see a blackness start to overcome my vision. I barely notice when I am taken into someone's arms. Just as I am about to black out, I look up to see Loki holding me in his arms. I see him try to talk to me but I cannot hear anything he says. I notice the worry clearly etched in his features.

"I'm sorry,"

I try to say but I am unsure if he heard me because right after I try to say these words the world goes dark.

Loki POV

I look down at Sanna's unconscious form as she lays in my arms. On instinct I start to heal her immediately, I let my magic expertly flow from my hands and resonate around her body. I feel some of her fatigue fade, but I do not stop healing her until I feel the Fire Demon burns stop injuring her. I let my hands fall to my sides and I look down at the woman in my arms and sigh.

Why is she sorry?...By the Norns, how can one mere woman be such a nuisance?

Even though I think that, the worry that I hold for her does not ease in the slightest. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes to avoid the guilt that will form if I look at Sanna any longer.

I did what I said I would never do... I think to myself darkly, I allowed feelings to impair my judgement. If I hadn't been trying to forget about Sanna this would not have happened… "Damn," I say aloud before tearing my gaze away from Sanna's form.

She was not supposed to get this close, not even in the slightest. She at the most was supposed to serve as a bit of amusement, and at first that is what she was, amusement. Something to mess with when I was bored, not this…

I guess it truly changed a bit when I decided to train her, for that was when I truly started to notice the way this strange woman worked. Even though she acted as if she was fearful and quiet, I learned that she actually was quite spiteful. That she could be angered to the point of forgetting her normally calm demeanor.

This of course amused me at the time, it was a way to get under her skin, to irritate her and in turn amuse me. I could not have her angered with me constantly though, that would take away some of the amusement. That was when I decided to let her have other conversations with me besides the ones that amused me. This was when I believe I made my mistake, I had let her get too close to me for my liking...

The first time I had let her get close to me, I tried to play off what conspired between her and I as nothing but a slight lapse in judgement. But not only did I almost let her get too close once but twice, and the second time of my lapse in judgement went too far. I cannot pray tell why I kissed Sanna, just that I did it...

What I can say is what I did learn then and after the event. I expected her to react the way she normally did... confused, flustered, etcetera. I however did not anticipate myself feeling anything from it and certainly not pleasure. But I did, and that was unlike me. But it did not stop there? No of course not, I had to go as far as to feel confusion myself. Loki Odinson does not feel confusion, especially over something as minor as a kiss with a mere woman.

That happens to Thor, not me. It did not help my confusion in the slightest when she avoided me, no it truly only added to my own confusion as to what I felt for this woman. I initially thought that maybe it was best for her and I to be apart for a time. But after those days went by I noticed I was slightly missing the banter we normally shared. I must emphasize that this was not normal, I do not crave companionship from many people, but craving it even slightly from a servant of all people was not acceptable...

Not in the least, so I reacted the way that I thought was best, I ignored what I felt and in turn pretended that what conspired between her and I was nothing but a fiction. When I told Sanna to forget what had transpired between us, I was content with her response. I also could ignore how she seeked consulment from Fandral by the Bifrost.

It's not that I cared about her problems, nothing of the sort. It was more along the lines of how she seeked her consulment. Fandral's ways have always bothered me and I tried to not let how they behaved affect me. But when Sif brought it up for no apparent reason other than to annoy me was a little much, but once again I could ignore this.

What I could not ignore however is how I felt when I heard Sanna's scream, causing me to turn and see Sanna being injured by the Fire Demons. I of course expected to feel something when she was injured. I always do, for someone like Fandral or Sif, I feel slight discomfort that my comrades were injured.

There are very few people that I even consider feeling worry towards, an example of someone such as that would be my mother, father and perhaps Thor. Depending on the circumstances and if his own stupidity caused whatever happened. But I did not feel worry for them normally, if I did it would come in a slight flash and then I would bury it. It's not that I find worry to be bad, no just...distracting. Now when have distractions ever bode well for people? So I see it best to avoid the problem entirely.

This situation with Sanna was different however. Although it did come in a flash like worry for my family would, that was where the similarity ended. The worry for Sanna, although it was dull still persisted after my attempts to cast the feeling away. I also could not help but notice the guilt that seems to be forming as well...

I sigh, open my eyes and decide to look at the uneventful Muspelheim terrain than Sanna's form. I was done thinking about the strange effects this woman had on me. That is when I hear what sounds like a shuffle of feet. I slide Sanna off of me and onto the ground turning sharply as I do so.

I quickly take a defensive stance ready to attack whomever or whatever being comes into my view. I take out one of my throwing knives ready to strike only for me to sense my vardoger's energy. I put my throwing knife away, and wait for my brother's form to come into view along with my duplicate. My brother and I make eye contact for a long moment before he weaves around me and heads towards Sif's motionless body. I silently watch as Thor kneels down and picks Sif up carefully making sure her head is resting on his shoulder. Once she is in his arms he turns towards me with a look of anger evident in his features.

"Brother, how in the Nine Realms did this happen?"

I decided to act like I did not hear him and went to pick Sanna up as well.

"Brother do not ignore me." I do not look at him for a moment as I try to hide the worry that would have surely shown in my eyes.

I turn towards him with a blank face, "all that happened was that we severely underestimated our enemy. They should have known better than to fight alone and not together."

I had a false arrogancy in my tone that I was used to using, and Thor normally believed. But when I look into Thor's eyes, I see something I hadn't seen before when he looked at me, doubt. "Brother, you fought on your own and left them to fight alone." Thor said it in such a tone I knew that it was not a question. I sigh and look down at Sanna's unconscious form in my arms.

"Well maybe next time you will let us have advantage in numbers and not leave us outnumbered by half."

After I said this remark to him I was expecting my voice to sound confident, but it did not in the slightest. My voice sounded quiet, and very angry. Which would have been normal if not for the other emotion I heard in my voice, guilt. I keep my eyes on Sanna's form in hopes that Thor did not hear my difference in my tone.

"Brother, we needed four people to retrieve the Wizard's Eye. You were supposed to hold up your end of the plan and keep the Fire Demons at bay, which would have been more attainable if you would have worked with Sif and Sanna."

I scoff at my brother's words, "yes because you are so decent at working with others yourself brother."

"This is not about me!"

You do not think I know that! Do you not think that I have already come to that conclusion in my own Thor!

I grit my teeth to avoid saying something I'll regret. He was right this was not about him, these words were just me trying to justify my actions. I refused to let him know he was right. So I started to think of something to evade with, something to make him angry. Although that was my original intention that is not what was said.

"I simply underestimated them, and overestimated myself brother, I knew I could fight alone. I did not take in consideration that perhaps the others could not."

I said the words very fast almost hoping he would not read between what I had said. Even though I did explain what happened, it was vague. I also could not help but notice if he looked deep enough I was saying that perhaps it would have been best for us to work as a team. But I could not let him know he was right and knowing him, he will not bother looking into what I had said to see the truth of my words.

I felt the guilt that was resonating in me grow stronger once I finished speaking as I looked at Sanna. I could not help but notice that her breathing was becoming more labored. I decide to not wait for Thor's response and turn to head towards the meeting point.

"We can fight about this later brother, we do not have time right now. Sanna and...we have to get the Wizard's Eye back to father." I silently curse myself at my slip of tongue.

What is wrong with me? I do not have a slip of tongue, I am called the Silver Tongue for a reason! Am I really this distracted by Sanna being injured that I would make a mistake like that? No that cannot be it I am not influenced by anyone or anything, I am Loki Odinson, not some mewling quim that is affected by women like my brother or Fandral.

"Brother are you alright? You have been quiet for a while."

Thor's question knocks me out of my thoughtful state. " I'm fine brother, lets just get moving." I start to walk but stop when I hear Sanna groan in pain. I feel myself take a sharp intake of breath.

Am I really this worried?

I grit my teeth at the thought, before sighing and turning back to Thor. I try my best to ignore the strange look he shows looking back and forth between Sanna and I.

"I'm going to teleport us brother, it will not be good for Sanna and Sif to wait for us to walk back to the others. We have to get them there quicker." Thor looks slightly surprised at my statement, but then looks down at Sif.

"Brother are you able to teleport this many people at once?"

I shake my head at his question, "I have never tried, but I'm almost positive it will not be that hard. I'm not a novice brother." I found myself speaking honestly.

Thor purses his lips before replying. "I can fly Sif back and you teleport Sanna. That way we do not have to take the chance of you growing weak afterwards."

I scoff at my brother's words, "I would not grow weak. Unlike you I can handle myself."

Thor rolls his eyes, "of course not brother it was foolish of me to say so. But we are in agreement then?"

I pause considering his idea briefly before nodding. Thor nods my way as well, "very well then I shall see you with the others brother!"

I watch quietly as Thor swings Mjolnir in a circular rotation before thrusting it into the air and taking flight with Sif in tow. I look down at Sanna once he is out of sight. I cannot help but notice the gray tint her skin has taken. And also how the growing guilt in my stomach seems to grow stronger as I look at her.

I then lower to my knees and set her down on the Muspelheim ground once more. Unconsciously I use my hand to remove her dark hair that normally hides her face from view. For not the first time I cannot help but wonder why she keeps her face hidden with her thick bangs. I do wonder why, honestly I never saw a reason for her to do so. Considering how beauti-

I shake my head before I can finish the thought, she is a servant. I cannot think this way.

I tell myself once more. That is the excuse that I used when I rejected her anyway. I sigh and try to clear my head as I cast the teleportation spell. I feel warmth course through my body and out of me to reveal the green aura I have come to recognize as my magic. I then will the magic to encircle around Sanna and I. I quickly let the magic release and teleport us to the destination in my mind. Once the warmth ceases I open my eyes to see Volstagg, Hogun, and Fandral. They gasp once they see Sanna in front of me on the ground.

"What happened?"

Volstagg asks as they all run over to where Sanna and I are.

"A Fire Demon tried to kill Sif, and Sanna decided to play hero. She ended up getting burned instead of Sif, but Sif was still injured throughout the event."

Fandral looks at me accusingly, "what were you doing while this was happening!? You should have helped them."

I feel a wave of anger that I had not expected rise up, "sorry Fandral but I was otherwise occupied with three of my own assailants to worry about!"

Fandral glares at me and looks as if he wants to say something and I want nothing more than to put him in his place. Fandral raises his fist and I feel my magic start to erupt from my clenched fists.

"Loki…" I hear a small hoarse voice call out.

My anger evaporates immediately, Sanna?

I turn around and kneel down to see if she has awoken. But Sanna's eyes still remain closed, I let my hand cup her face and my thumb caress her skin underneath her eye in an attempt to wake her up without touching the burns on her arms. Sadly her eyes remain closed, wait she was speaking of me in her sleep? Why? I question quietly, I shake my head once more to clear it.

I need to get ahold of myself.

I rise from my knees to see Volstagg and Hogun looking at me in shock. Fandral seems to have lost his anger as well and was now staring at me also.

"Why do you stare?" I ask with a hint of annoyance thrown into my voice.

"Uh…no reason, I am sorry I snapped at you. I know you did not mean for them to get injured." I hear Fandral apologize, confusion laced into his voice. I nod, deciding it was better to leave it be.

"Where is Thor he should be here by now?"

I ask impatiently, and finally as if on cue I see Thor come into view and quickly land. "We should be going." I say as soon as he lands, I quickly walk over to retrieve Sanna but see her in Fandral's arms. A wave of discomfort and anger flow through me, almost like jealousy. No, that cannot be it Loki Odinson does not get jealous. Yet here I was glaring at Fandral like he had just committed treason..

"What in the Nine Realms are you doing?"

I snap, not caring how I sounded. Fandral looks at me oddly, "you looked weak from using your magic so I thought I would carry her."

Do you really expect me to believe those are your true intentions? Me of all people?

"A kind gesture Fandral, but that is quite alright."

I take Sanna from his arms, with an odd glance him and a shocked look from everyone else. Thor quickly calls for Heimdall and we are off to Asgard.

As soon as we land in the Bifrost I immediately start stalking out the door. "I will meet you all at the healing chambers. I believe it is best if I sneak Sanna into the palace. It cannot be suspected that she is the archer aiding us on journeys." I decide not to look back at my comrades who were surely looking very confused at this point. "Very well brother! We shall meet there!" Thor yells to me but I am already gone with Sanna in tow.

It was easy enough to walk past the guards and into the palace with a quick illusion aiding me. I walk to the healing chambers and open the door without knocking. I hear a gasp as soon as I walk in.

"Prince Loki what happened to this girl?"

I look to see the owner of the voice to be the head healer Abelone, thankfully someone who would not know Sanna's place in the palace.

"She is a lady of Vanaheim, she was aiding us on our journeys recently but was burned by Fire Demons in Muspelheim while saving Lady Sif from said demon." My lie came out fluently and believable as usual.

The woman nods in understanding, "very well I can treat her right away. Set her on the bed over there my prince."

I quickly oblige to the woman's words and set Sanna on the bed. I step back and wait but the woman stops, "my prince you will have to leave now. I have to remove her clothes to heal her properly."

I nod trying to keep the interest from my face at the thought.

"Very well Abelone, you should be aware that Sif shall be coming for treatment soon as well."

I walk out of the room and start to wait for Thor, deciding I will leave when he brings Sif. I stand impatiently by the door for a while before I decide pacing would be a better option. Finally Thor and the others appear, Thor walks past me quickly and the Warrior's Three all nod my way before taking Sif into the healing chambers as well.

Barely a minute passes before the Warriors (excluding Thor) walk out of the room, the others continue walking down the hallway yelling to Thor and I to give them information on Sanna and Sif later. Not too long after Thor walks out as well and by the blush on his features I assume he was told to vacate for the same reasons as I.

"It seems we are in the same predicament brother."

I say casually from the wall across from the door that I was now leaning on. "You were told to leave as well?" I shrug deciding not to speak and voice the truth of his words. Thor stands still for a few moments before beginning to pace in front of the doors and myself. After what seems to be nothing but him pacing for five minutes he slowly starts to irritate me with the constant sound of his boots on the hallway floor and the silence.

"You seem to be worried brother," I say absentmindedly.

He stops pacing and turns to look at me knowingly. "As do you brother, considering you haven't left either."

By the look on his face I can tell he thinks he has figured out why I had remained by the doors while the others had already left. I myself knew as well why I had stayed around as long as I did, but chose to ignore the obvious reason.

"And what reason would that be?" I ask flatly.

"You are worried for Sanna."

I could not help but notice how he left Sif out of the sentence.

"She is a comrade of course I worry, what kind of warrior would I be if I was not?"

Thor sighs and moves to lean on the wall as well.

"You never stay when someone is injured Loki, you normally say something along the lines of 'It was their own stupidity that got them injured in the first place' and leave. What is so different from this time?"

I sigh and purse my lips before speaking, "what do you imply brother?" I ask even though I already know the answer.

"You worry for her because you care for her."

I roll my eyes defensively, "Sif confronted me in a very similar way to this, it's actually quite amusing how many similarities you two share. You two really are the perfect match, you have my blessing."

I say sarcastically and try to leave, but Thor grabs my shoulder to stop me from doing so. Thor does not react though, he just looks at me tiredly.

"I am not trying to accuse or assume anything, I just want you to be careful brother."

I turn away from my brother's concerned gaze, "I do not need your advice Thor I am able to make my own decisions."

I start to walk down the hallway away from him when I hear another set of footsteps. I turn my head slightly to look towards the person who owned the steps to see Sanna's friend, Asta. I turn my body completely around in time to see her confronting Thor.

"Where is she?" I hear the girls voice ring out angrily.

"Who?" Was the not so well thought out rebuttal that came from my brother.

"You damn well know who, Sanna. Where is she?"

At least now I know where Sanna learned her habit of yelling at royals when angry. Thor looks taken aback by her behavior and unsure of how to respond so I end up stepping in.

"I take it by your reaction that you know." I state simply.

She turns to me and her face seems to glow with anger.

"Yes I do, and I want to know where in the Norns she is?!"

I nod my head towards the healing chamber door, "she was severely burned during our trip to Muspelheim."

Her anger disappears in a flash, "will she be alright? Can I see her?"

I try to keep my voice calm to avoid any sudden anger flashes from her. "She will be alright, but she has not woken yet. So no, you cannot see her."

Then she looks back at me anger still evident in her eyes. "How did this happen?"

I continue to keep my eye level gaze with her but as I do the guilt that was starting to lessen begins to become stronger. "We were outnumbered 6 to 3, it was a risk to fight that way to begin with."

She looks unconvinced and seems to get angrier, "so you just watched as she was being burned alive."

"Of course not, I acted as quickly as possible."

This woman was really starting to irritate me.

"If what you say is true then that means you weren't close to Sanna on the battlefield. Meaning you left her to fend for herself!"

"That's not true! Do you honestly think I enjoyed watching her get hurt!"

I loudly snap, Asta's anger seems to waver making me realize that maybe I had said too much. She blinks confusedly before finally sighing, "I'm sorry I yelled my prince. It's just that Sanna is really all I have, I do not want to lose her. I just assumed that you really did not care, based on your reaction I guess my assumption was false."

I look at her confoundedly, deciding it'd be best if I stayed silent. The girl pauses and looks down at her feet before looking back up at me with a tearful gaze.

"Just promise me this will not happen again, please?"

I sigh and look away from her, does she honestly think I can promise her that? At first yes Thor may have forced Sanna to join but not anymore, now she is in it for the thrill, just like the rest of us.

I have to admit it though, I do not honestly blame her for asking, seeing Sanna like that...is not what I would call a bit of fun...quite the contrary actually it's almost terrifying. No that's not right...it cannot be... anyway I refuse to think about her in this fashion...

"I promise I will do my best to prevent this from occurring again."

As I said these words I honestly was having trouble deciding if I promised her or myself. The strange woman looks at me again with pleading eyes, "keep her safe." With that she curtseys to Thor and I before running back down the hallway.

I look back at Thor to see him in a slight state of shock, "she is...insane."

Was all my brother could say, and I find myself nodding my head.

"Agreed."

Was all I could find myself able to say without any guilt showing in my voice.

"I'm going for a walk Thor, send someone for me if they wake up." Thor does not stop me as I walk away, he only gives me a look of concern on his features. Though I have trouble figuring out if it is for our injured comrades or for me.

I sigh as I continue walking and trying to put my thoughts elsewhere but cannot. What has this servant done to me? Have I really been affected by her this much? I may not know the answer but I do know one thing. Watching her get injured caused me pain, not physically of course but...

I sigh once more and shake my head. It's decided then, I may not know why she makes me feel this way, But I do know I am not daft. I know when I develop feelings for someone. My only question I ask myself is why her of all people? Why must I begin to have feelings for a woman I can never be with? I mean if I wanted to I could have a relationship with her but the problem is it would not last. If father found out I began a romantic relationship with a servant of all people he would break it off immediately. It is against customs, worse than a commoner. I honestly wonder if even my subconscious wants to rebel as well. I may never know why but what I do know is I cannot watch her get injured like that again.

In fact I refuse to.

That's it for this chapter I decided to have Loki's POV be a surprise. Man he was hard to write as, but still fun and I love a good challenge.

Back into Sanna's POV for the next chapter but don't worry I will most likely switch to Loki's POV again!

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