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And here's the second chapter. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately I own nothing except an ebook about Norse mythology. What a bloody pity. :(
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"You should know better than questioning my resources, min älskade." the man's eyes were sparkling and that frightened Molly but aroused her at the same time. What the hell was going on?!
"I'm certainly not your beloved! I'll ask again, who the hell are you?" Molly asked. She was now getting at the end of her wits.
"Why would you bring Hel in this? Do you remember our short trip to Nilfheim? We had such fun..." his eyes were now looking at the ground while a smile was absentmindedly stuck on his charming face.
"Nilfeim? Is this in Sweden? What are you talking about? I've never been there. I'd remember if I'd been there-"
The stranger got up from the pink sofa and set Toby gently on the green carpet adorning the floor. He took a deep breath and with three small steps for his tall figure, reached the stunned pathologist.
She in return was in a trance. Her eyes weren't seeing the man in front of her but were jumping from picture to picture in her mind's eye. It was weird and Molly couldn't make sense of any of it. Was she drugged? Probably. She was immobilized. She couldn't move an inch. Her eyes closed on their own record and showed her places and faces that she had never seen or been to before.
Suddenly, a warm-like hand touched her right cheek and grounded her. The young woman opened her eyes and was surprised to be face to face with the stranger. Her eyes were leaking salty tears but she had to ask once more. Even if she now thought she knew the answer.
"W-who are you?" was required again, shakingly and weakly this time around.
"I'm Loki. Your husband." the velvet smooth voice said.
The pump that sounded next was Molly falling into Loki's strong arms as she lost consciousness from info overload. His touch, it seemed, was too much to bear for the young woman and the information, pictured and feelings that seeped into Molly's mind were too much for her mind to process at once.
"I've found you now. I'm never going to let you go, my darling love." Loki vowed over his wife's unconscious body. He lifted her in his arms and went into her bedroom. The familiar smell overwhelmed him. She always preferred Levander or vanilla as perfume and whenever Loki smelled either of those, he associated them with her. He laid her down on the bed covering her with a blanket. She always felt colder than him. Being a frost giant had it's downsides after all. Loki lay close to her, taking her in his arms. Reading over her vitals, he summarized that she needed sleep. They would sort everything out once she was awake. Till then the Norse god would finally find peace being close to his love after they were brutally separated thousands of years before.
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What do you think? Maybe this will reach 4 or 5 chapters. I'm not sure. Ι'm sorry my chapters are small but that's what I can do for now. Sorry. Reviews are welcome as always. Thanks!
-Andriana, Greece
