Poodle warriors: I enjoy protective Loki. The last line was also my favourite.
Next guest: I agree. Shiaji and Loki do make a good team! Haha here is more.

Chapter 17: Confession

Loki could feel her eyes on the back of his head. It had seemed a good idea at first, having her stay with him. It had been to make sure she was going to be alright after her ordeal on the beach but then it became more of an excuse to have her near him.
Having her near him was not his best plan. The temptation to take what he wanted from her was higher then ever knowing she lay beneath the blankets with him. He could picture himself rolling over and pulling her to him, his hands exploring every curve her body had to offer.
The moment she climbed into bed he had turned from her simply because of his instant arousal. "Must you keep staring?" He finally said. She must have thought he was asleep because she gasped in surprise.
"I'm sorry. This just feels so...strange." She said softly, almost embarrassed. "And in my defence you're the one who insisted I stay the night." She said her voice mildly teasing. But he glared into the darkness her words irritated him a little.
"Had you been able to be trusted, to be left to your own devices, unwatched I would not have insisted." He said back his tone a little harsher then he meant it to be.
She sat up quickly. He had offended her. Her body language screamed so. "I didn't ask to get drugged!" She snapped and was on her feet. "I didn't ask for your protection and I never asked for your attention!" He only had time to turn before she disappeared leaving him speechless and his mouth gapping.

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Cephera screamed as she reappeared and was sliding down a roof. She went right off the side and luckily hit the streaming water below. Had the fall be higher she would have surly been dead.
Using the spell to teleport out of there in her anger could have cost her her life. But it hadn't. She pulled herself onto the grassy area that was the palace gardens. She trudged bare foot and soaked across the grass and back toward the palace. Her nose was bleeding and her head was pounding.
She had no intent on going back to him. She would go to her room, where she belonged. She left wet puddles behind her as the guards gave her a strange but amused look. They knew she was permitted inside and didn't stop her but they did stare as she disappeared down the long hall.
It took her what seemed like forever to get to her room. As soon as she opened her door she had to hold back a growl. Loki was waiting for her inside looking more curious then angry.
She shouldn't have been surprised he was there. He wasn't one to give up easily. "I didn't mean to offended." He said looking her over. "But now I believe I am owed an explanation." He titled his head downward in a very serious look.
She shook her head. "I didn't like what your words implicated..."
"Not an explanation for that. I understand what it was I said and the effects. I wish to know how you used a spell you have not yet been taught and will not be taught until you hit your last years here." Her mouth formed an O but no sound came out.
She really hadn't thought things through. She swallowed. "I ahh..." Her hands played with each other absently in front of her. "I don't learn spells from books." She started. She currently felt like a student being scolded. "I don't have the ability to learn magic the way you do. I sort of cheat." He didn't respond but his look was intense. "My magic comes from being able to copy it from touching others." There she said it. She bit her lip and waited.
Most people who had magic had at least one spell they were born to cast. "Is this part of this crutch you refuse to explain to me."
"Maybe...not really. I don't seem to have a limit on how many spells I can copy. I only have a limit on how well I cast them, how strong they are. Controlling them is also difficult." She knew why she couldn't use magic properly but part of her still feared telling him. She no longer feared he'd kill her but more that he would no longer like her.
"I had hoped you would one day tell me yourself why you cannot use magic without illness. But tonight I find myself wanting to demand that you explain."
Taking a deep breath she made a decision. It was better to tell him now before their little tryst went any further then to wait and tell him later. "I'm human." She blurted after only a moments thought.
The silence in the room was deafening until finally he spoke. "You believe yourself to be human but I can assure you you're nothing of the sort. Humans are incapable of using magic. To do so would kill them." He said the last part a little slower then the rest.
"I get sick because I am human. My body can only handle so much. I'm an anomaly. I was born next to a half twin sister. Sharing a womb with her is how I obtained the ability to copy others magic and I also gained longevity." Her body was shaking. His sudden smirk made her look around for something that might have been amusing.
"You have heard if my misdeeds on Midgard and this is why you feared to tell me." His realization came quickly and she only felt all the more nervous.