Well, I am posting the second chapter too, just to get the story started. Again, let me know if there are some spelling or grammar mistakes. I hope you like this one too and don't forget to leave a review!

I own nothing but my OC and a plot.

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After two weeks, he knew this:

The house consists of two floors with endless number of bedrooms. There were enormous windows in every room that provided always different, but beautiful view at the street or gardens. A lot of people were walking through the halls every day; he wasn't able to remember all the faces and names. He recognized only a few guards in the same black trousers and a claret shirt as he was wearing, and maids and cooks in white dresses. The other people were strangers looking for advice. Milla has a private office and the kitchen was well hidden at the back of the house. Then, downstairs, there is a living room where they first met and an entrance to terrace with a beautiful view. The garden has about a half of a square mile and three gardeners come once a week to take care of countless number of plants.

The city has exactly a hundred and four side streets, seven main streets and three markets. Milla's house was built in the third of five neighbourhoods. There was a Dark Forest in the East, a part of mountains in the West, fields of grass in the North and an ocean in the South.

And despite of this information, he still has no idea how he got here.

He should be dead right now. Or looking for someone who could get him back. Or planning his return. Not drinking wine with his employer at midnight, half naked while she was changing his bandages.

"You mentioned you know stories," he said while her fingers were tracing his ribcage. Maybe it was the wine, but he fought the urge to close his eyes and enjoy her touch. He let everything else leave his mind for now, listening just to her voice and his heartbeat.

"Oh yes, hundreds and hundreds," she smiled but didn't look up to him. So he sipped wine.

"Do tell," he asked.

"You want me to tell you a bedtime story?" she chuckled while she was looking for new bandages in a drawer.

"Not this kind. Tell me a story I will like," he leaned over, ignoring the burning pain in his chest.

"I don't know what you like, my prince," she returned and pushed him against the chair. He had to take a deep breath not to do something irrational. He bit the inside of his cheek, just in case.

"I think you know exactly what I like, my lady," he reached her hand to stop her movement. Emerald eyes found hazel ones.

"You like when you are in the centre of attention. You like when others take care of you," she said without hesitation with a little purr at the end.

"I was raised in a castle after all," he smirked and put a lock of her chocolate hair behind her ear.

"Yes you were, you spoiled little bastard," she was now just inches from his face and he could feel her breath on his cheek. He swallowed hard, fighting his rushing blood.

"But you still decided to keep me," he whispered. She laughed quietly.

"I did," she nodded and in a second, she was quickly changing bandages again. "As my new pet."

Loki sighed. "Well, I should be taking care of you, my lady Milla. I am a guard as well."

"Consider yourself a special one," she winked at him while she was making sure if the bandages will stay at they place.

"Are there some benefits?" he was curious. She nodded and handed him his black shirt.

"You are allowed to stay awake after bedtime," this mocking made his days a little more bearable. They had a kind of routine by then. When he woke up, she was already gone and she came just for the dinner, or she spent time with strangers in her office for hours. Her brain was full of problem she was solving and they spoke just a little, only when he was escorting her. But she had a rule – no work after ten at night. He was sure to use that to his benefit. But anyhow, she convinced him into trusting her, with only her body language. He wasn't aware of how she had done it.

"There is no use of that if no one is paying attention to me," he poured wine in her half-empty glass.

"Loki Laufeyson, are you trying to get me drunk?" she looked astonished, but she didn't protest, so he just smiled mysteriously. He wasn't even upset about using his full name he hated. At least she has this information from him. When he told her that he is a half Frost Giant, she just looked at him blankly for a minute and then commented "well, at least there is no winter here so you can't change anyone into ice without melting in two minutes". It surprised him; he was honestly expecting screams and kicking him out. He admired her a little more after that.

"Is that a bad thing?" he used his most charming voice and led her to the sofa.

"Yes," she nodded but drank anyway.

"Well, we still should make sure we use this little extra time wisely."

She took off her shoes and sat on her ankles. "What do you suggest?"

"You still haven't told me that story."

"Fine, you win Loki," she gave up and started thinking. "Do you like manipulation?"

"Do you need to ask?" he smirked and drank. Not even once he took eyes of her.

"I'm just buying some time," she shrugged and continued. "I haven't told this story to anyone. This is not a glorious story about evil creatures, or about old Gods and their adventures. I won't mention underestimated girl who outsmarted everyone and it isn't about a boy whose twenty seconds of bravery changed into lifelong happiness. Do you agree?"

"Then who is the story about?" he curiously tilted his head.

"About a girl who ran and lied and fought and after so many tears, she became a respectable woman."

"Forgive me, but that sounds like a story about a girl who outsmarted everyone else," he looked amused.

"Then all right, in a way it is. But not completely," she leaned against the seat back and stayed quiet.

"Did you know this girl?" he asked quietly.

"Yes. She lives a good life and is perfectly happy."

"So tell me about her."

"She was just a girl when she fell in love. So deeply, she forgot about everything else. And when he asked, she ran away with him," she smiled sadly because she knew what will follow. "Her family loved her so much, but she was so young and foolish to realise it. In her eyes, she was the only one making right decisions. And the day she had breakfast with her parents and brother was the last day she saw them full of life," she looked away from him.

"Where did they go?" he wanted her to keep talking, her quiet voice calming him down.

"Far away. Where would you go if you wanted to start a new life?"

"Somewhere where I know nobody."

She nodded. "They went to live in a small city full of wealthy people. She found a job as a housemaid in one of the smaller houses. But when its owner died, she was found in a park asking people if they don't need a housemaid. Luckily, one older woman took her to the house of the most important man in the city and made her a waitress. She had to learn all the rules and etiquette, but she didn't mind, because she was happy. She worked from early morning till late at night, but her husband was always there and always kissed her tired eyes and she was happy," she finished up her wine and bit her lower lip. Loki poured them another glass and was waiting for her to go on. But she didn't.

"Until?" he suspected something is going to go wrong.

"Until she met her employer," she sighed and stood up. She walked barefooted to the closed terrace door and stared to the night. "He was handsome, blonde hair and blue eyes, the combination that makes every girl's knees weak. His confidence made you blind and you believed every word he had ever said."

"Let me guess, she fell for him and the young boy went mad?" he asked and she turned to him.

"No, my dear, the exact opposite. The girl was too in love with the boy and the man was too charmed by her," she stood there and was looking into her full glass. "He demanded her attention. Had many requests and after some time, she was too tired to go home at night. Her husband knew, but he could do nothing, the man was too powerful and dangerous. He was just worried about her, yet every time they met, she assured him she was okay."

"But?" he asked.

"There is no but. She worked hard and was quiet. Until last late night when he came into her room," she swallowed and her gaze was suddenly empty. "He told her that he wanted her. And when she said no, he threatened her with death of her family and husband. She begged. She cried. But there was only one way she could save them that night," she looked up at him. "He took her and then left. She felt so dirty and was crying for the rest of the night." For a moment, he was scared of her. She looked like him, full of rage and determination, her voice full of real emotions.

"He let her go home the next day. But her husband wasn't there. He was nowhere. He was dead, lying on the floor with eyes wide opened," she took a few steps back to Loki. He waited. "There was a note on a table. It said "for those tears", and she knew. And she also knew, that her family is dead too. She visited them some time later and yes, they were killed by him."

"So she started lying," she said a bit louder than before and sat down again. "She moved to another city. She said she was who she wasn't. She was selling her body for money for a while, until she had enough to pretend she was someone else again. She bought a new house, met some people and after some more lies and acting, she got maids and looked like a queen every time she went outside her room. But inside, she was crying and all she was thinking about was her pain and revenge. And then, after a few years, she got her chance," she smiled, but her eyes became so dark, he knew what happened next.

"He invited her for a dinner to his house without knowing her real name and their common past. She accepted, but came just when the party was almost over. In dress dark as the night sky, he saw her and all colour from his face disappeared. Before he caught his breath, she was gone. But not entirely. She knew the house, she knew his routine and she waited. Waited a day, without food and drink for him to be sure again that everything is all right. And just then," she exhaled and finished another glass of wine. Clearly, she was in another world and was forgetting another person in the room. "She broke into his chamber. Woke him up with a kiss. Saw a horror in his eyes when he realised. And then, with a smile on her face, she let him beg and cry," she looked down. "When she left the house, he had his throat cut and a heart ripped out."

After a few seconds, she realised she is not alone and looked at him. His eyes were wide open and there was an interest in his face. He wanted to know more and she smiled a bit, but it was a tired smile without usual sparks in her eyes.

"Is that it?" he asked in low voice.

"Yes, my dear Loki. This is a story of how that girl became a woman. She became me," she murmured.

In a split second, he was in surprise and on his feet. "You were that girl?"

"Yes," she nodded. "I ran, I loved, I believed, I lost, I cried, I lied, I killed."

"It can't be you. You are the most gentle and genuine person I've ever met."

"Because I did what I had to do. And left that life behind me and now I'm making sure no one will have to get through the hell I had to." And he suddenly understood why she needed to help, why she was so sure she could defend herself and why she was the dominant the day he came here.

"My brave lady. How did it feel? To kill?" he took her by the hand and they stood up.

"Strangely good," she breathed.

"Do you still miss your husband?" he took a step closer and took her other hand too. He expected her to cry, but she just looked as proud as ever. He fought the smile back.

"Every day," she nodded.

"But at the beginning, you said she is perfectly happy now," they talked in whisper now.

"And she is. But she still is alone," he was so close she could feel heat from his body. He slowly put his arms around her waist. She automatically rested her palms on his chest. The world around them faded away.

"She doesn't have to be," she could feel his breath on her face. She shivered.

"What if she wants to be?"

"I don't think that is true, my Milla."

She slid her palm to the side of his neck and started stroking his collarbone with the other thumb. He pulled her even closer and she felt his heart beating a little faster. She loved when men responded to her like that. He hadn't lusted for a woman for a very long time. Why is she so different? Or maybe he drank too much wine. It didn't matter now.

"Why not?" her eyes moved around his face and stopped at his lips. She parted hers. He licked his.

"You and I are not so different," he felt hear heartbeat.

"Loki?" her eyes flickered between his lips and eyes. It was agonizing. Yes, he could just take what he wanted, he always did that. But she was different somehow. He didn't want to upset her. He didn't want to remind her the man she had to kill. He wanted her to want him.

"Hm?"

"Are you going to kiss me?"

"I intend to."

"Then don't," she shook her head almost invisibly.

"Why?" she was a bit surprised, but hasn't given up yet.

"Because I don't allow you to," it was hard to believe that. She was still looking at his lips, her palm still moving on his shoulder and neck.

"You allowed me this. Why not the kiss?" he closed his eyes the moment she stroked his hair.

"We are drunk. Regret in the morning," she was saying those words, she meant them, but her body was doing the exact opposite. And she just couldn't stop.

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"No," and they both knew that's it. For now.

"Fine. I won't kiss you. Not today," but he was still holding her tight.

"Thank you, my prince," she put her arms back to his chest, so the warmth from her face was gone. And they both felt a little cold.

"Anytime, my lady," he took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her palm.

He accompanied her to her room. She was smiling when she was falling asleep. And he was starting to think he may like her.

A knocking woke him up next morning. "Felix? Get up, I need you immediately." Her voice was urgent. It took him just fifteen seconds to get dressed and open the door. She was there, waiting three steps from him. She smiled. "Meet me at the entrance door in two minutes." And she left.

Mila's head hurt and her mind was a mess, but she still chose to work today. She hasn't thought about her past in years and now, that man in exile came and made her so vulnerable. Made her emotions rule her head and that was dangerous, for both of them. They knew how to defend themselves. But what would she do, it he was in danger? She became sick just from thinking about it.

"Milla, are you all right?" he asked her behind her back. She nodded.

"Yes, my dear, just a headache," he nodded too and opened the door for her.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink so much," he smirked.

"Maybe you shouldn't let me," she looked at him, both still smiling. She had no idea he was thinking about the things she would let her do. She shook her head and tried to think straight again. With an amusement on her face.

"Where are we going?" he asked when they walked out of the neighbourhood and headed to the centre of the city.

"We are meeting an old friend. She needs help," she took an unexpected turn and pulled him by his arm. "If you will be a good boy, I will let you watch me doing my magic."

She has never taken him to the new client. She said it is because she had to charm them the moment she walk to the room and he would ruin that. "You are a handsome man," she said once. "If my client is a woman, she wouldn't take her eyes off you and I need her to listen to me, not have sex with you in her mind. And if the client is a man, he wouldn't trust me, because you are with me and your presence wouldn't allow him to have sex with me in his mind." after that he asked, if anyone ever wanted some benefits from her. "Yes, loads of times. But that's why I have my guards for."

"Has something changed with my appearance, or why am I allowed to go now?"

"Oh no, Felix, you still look lovely. But she is a friend. Well," she looked puzzled. "If I have to be more specific, she is an old enemy of mine. But that was a long time ago. She will trust me for the same reasons I didn't allow you to come with me before."

He was a bit lost in her words, but just until he saw Milla's client. She looked like one of those women who used to please him back in Asgard. With red lips, long straight hair and fierce eyes. And he understood why he was brought here. To get her attention by being charmed.

"Sarah," Milla smiled at her and they hugged. They both used to hate each other, but Milla was a professional and Sarah a good liar.

"Millanie, it's nice to see you again," Sarah's smile was faked as usual. Loki raised his eyebrows, but she just shook her head.

"My full name," she whispered.

"Well, who is this attractive man that can't take his eyes off me?" she turn all her attention to him. He didn't hesitate and kissed her hand as a true charmed gentleman.

"My name is Felix, my lady," he said with confidence.

"He is my guard," Milla lost her internal battle and rolled her eyes. Sarah was still the same, but she was not sure, if Loki was acting, or she really charmed him. Was it possible that she was jealous?

"I see," it was just then, when he let her hand go.

"So, Sarah, what brought you here?" they finally sat down. Loki went to order them drinks, so they were alone for a moment.

"You know, Millanie, you are a bit of a legend back home," the jealousy screamed in her voice.

"Me? Really?"

"Yes. Rich and capable of unbelievable things. Children want to be like you."

"Well, it is not that great all the time. You must know, if you came to me," she forced herself to smile. She was, after all, more successful that Sarah.

"Yes. I have a problem. You see..." she stopped talking when Loki came back with a coffee for Milla and wine for Sarah. "Thank you, Felix," Sarah was flirting in a split second again. This would be harder that she expected. Loki sat next to Milla and looked around, like a proper guard, before looking at Sarah again.

"Millanie, where do you get them? You have always had the most handsome men around you."

"This is not why I came here, Sarah. My time is precious, so please, let's get back to your problem."

"Can I talk in front of him?" she nodded to Loki. For a second, Milla thought his asgardian pride will show and he will say something worth God of Mischief, but he didn't. Not when she squeezed his hand. She was glad.

"Of course. He is paid to keep secrets," she looked at him with warning on her face and he just smiled and squeezed her hand back. He couldn't care less about Sarah.

"Okay. Maybe you know, maybe not, but I live in this mansion a day walk from here. I'm a concubine. My lord is a good man, although he has his flaws. He drinks a lot. And when he drinks because of sadness, non of us wants to spend a night with him," a shadow sat on her face.

"Did he hurt you?" she asked.

"No. There were some bruises, but nothing serious."

"So you think he will hurt you?"

"Maybe. We are not allowed to have a personal life. Everything we do includes him or the mansion. But...you see, I came to ask you for a help because you ran away with Arthur," suddenly, she was looking for hope in her, her mask of heartless queen was gone. And Milla heard her own heart ripping into peaces.

"You fell in love, didn't you," she said quietly.

"Yes."

There was quiet for a while. Sarah said enough. Milla sipped her hot coffee and was thinking. She needed a plan, she needed allies and she needed Sarah and her lover to stay strong. She knew Sarah has always chosen the easy way, but this will be the hard one.

"Do you have somewhere you want to go?" she asked quietly. Sarah shook her head.

"No, but please, let it be far away."

"I have a place. But you need to be sure you want this. You won't be able to step to this land anymore."

"Where will you send us?"

"I will try to get you to Earth. Midgard. No magic there, he won't be able to find you."

"Please, I beg you Milla, help us," her charming personality was completely gone now and Sarah looked like a helpless girl. Loki felt uncomfortable and he wanted to go, but he couldn't. Not after Milla asked him if they are being followed.

"Yes. Don't look. One man right in front of me and another one on the other side of the coffee house," he was not paying much of an attention to them, they were often followed by spies.

"Good boy," she smiled. "Sarah, I need you to leave this place like we had an argument, then take the first turn to the left and we will be there. Act a little," suddenly, her warm smile was gone and she looked furious. "You whore!" she screamed.

In a second, Sarah was standing. Loki was a bit amazed by them, but he played a role in this. It was fun. He stood up too like he was defending Milla.

"How dare you?!" Sarah shouted. "You are not better than me. We both know what you do with those guards of yours," she looked at Loki too, with disgust.

"Fuck off, never show your face to me again," Milla was standing too. They were looking at each other with anger, until Sarah proudly walked out the building.

"Loki, I need you to try to create an illusion of us arguing," she turned to him in a hurry.

"Done. Come," he said immediately and he took her hand. They ran to the back door, turned right twice and they met Sarah. The moment she was within reach, they both pulled her to a narrow alley. Sarah looked worried, but she followed Milla into every turn.

"One of them was right behind me," she breathed.

"I know," Milla nodded. "Sarah, are you pregnant?"

Loki swore. Sarah nodded. Milla frowned. "Right. They lost us, but we must be fast. Focus. Who knows you are here?"

"My master. He is in a city for the weekend. I said I'm going to meet an old friend."

"Good. That's good," Milla stopped in front of liquid store. "You buy him a strong champagne for his kindness. You say it was awful and I am a bitch or whatever you would say when we were young. And you beg him if you could go home earlier. I will meet you the moment you get to your mansion. Understood?" she spoke very fast and was always looking behind her shoulder.

"Yes, but..." Sarah looked confused.

"No time for buts. I will be there and there is nothing more you need to know now. Go," she pushed her to the shop and before Sarah spoke again, she took Loki's hand and they were running home through too many streets.

They didn't spoke until they were safe inside her house. Milla instantly shouted orders on guards and asked for some food for both of them. She disappeared in her office only to come out in ten minutes with some papers. She headed to the terrace where the table was full of food and Loki was waiting. She didn't even look at him.

"Erik?" she shouted. In a few seconds, the other guard came.

"Yes, my lady?"

"Sweetie, do you have some important plans for the next two or three days?"

"No, my lady, but my mother's birthday is in a week."

"Oh, wish her just the best from me. I have one little work for you, nothing dangerous, your mother can be calm. Take this," she wrote something on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "and take it to that address. I'm sure they will offer you a bed, but if they won't, take some money for a decent hotel. Ask Marie for some food. I will meet you tomorrow, or the day after that. Is it okay with you?" she was pleasant, but there was a little pressure in her eyes.

"Of course my lady. I should be off then," he bowed a little and wanted to leave, but she stopped him and placed a kiss on his cheek. He blushed so much, Loki thought he could explode. When Erik was gone, he laughed.

"What are you doing to that poor boy?"

"Well, a little motivation won't harm," she smiled on the papers she was still studying. "At least they will cut that talk about me preferring you"

"Are there some?"

"Of course. You are having breakfast with me. No guard has ever done that," she winked at him. He had to clear his throat to continue conversation.

"What are those?"

"Maps. Spells. Secret paths. Legends. Names. Everything I need," she said frowning at one of them.

"Stop it and eat. And, I have some questions," he put a hand on the passage she was just reading and was waiting till she looked at him. She was surely annoyed and he felt satisfied with it.

"And I have a work to do," she said with her order voice. But that didn't work on Loki. He was too curious.

"You will do it after you finish your breakfast. Your arguments are invalid, my lady," he looked into her eyes without blinking until she gave up and pushed those papers aside.

"What do you want to know, my prince?" she was as serious as she always is when working.

"Why didn't you use your magic back there?" he got his chair a little closer to hers.

"I couldn't," she sighed. "If I want, I can see the future, I can get into other peoples' minds, I can summon object out of thin air, but I can't create an illusion. I was surprised your magic is well again, but glad as well. And I forgot you are a genius there, you did everything before I even started to think about it and you saved us a lot of time. Thank you," there was a half smile on her face.

"I haven't used magic since I came here. There was no reason to. But this was fun," he had sparks of amusement in his eyes. He even started to think about some pranks to help him pass the time, when he realised his magic is working again.

"I'm glad you were having fun, but that's girl life is in danger," she was serious again.

"She will be fine, your plan is good. Can I go with you tomorrow?"

"No, my dear," she cut him off.

"No guards then?" he raised his brows. "Are you still expecting me to let you go?"

"Don't worry, I will be invisible. even for you, little God. I use magic only when it is necessary. But when I do, it's worth it. You won't even notice I'm gone," she winked on him.

"I'm sure I will."

"No, you are staying here and that is an order," and it sure was an order. She won again.

"Fine, but promise me you will get home safe."

"Do you worry about me Loki?" she laughed. "But I promise."

"Another question. Why are you enemies?" he changed the topic before he became all sentimental.

"We are not anymore, but we are far from friends either. But she was my best friend until we both fell in love with the same man. It's a common story really," she poured some tea to both of their mugs.

"You used some expressive language back there," he smirked.

"Did you like it?" she murmured. He answered by biting his lower lip. She laughed. "Well, she insulted me and you too, so there will be some more rumours again. I need to tell it to the stuff. Everyone will be asked if I really sleep with every one of my guards, and if I already got the new one, which means you," she wrote it into her mind's to-do list.

He remembered her hot body against his last night and he mentally slapped himself. That woman is a devil.

"Well, are you sleeping with the others?" he asked.

"Of course not!" she acted like an offended posh lady. "How dare you?!" she blinked and in a second, she was this sneaky cat he liked. "But there were some exceptions."

"Oh really?" he smiled in surprise. "But you couldn't kiss me?"

"I said you were a special one," she replied, grinning. They ate in silent, Milla looking at the paper once in a while and he let her. Loki was thinking about the adrenaline that got into his veins when there was a danger nearby. That was the distraction he needed.

"You can get to Midgard?" he asked when they finished their meal and she started to whisper words that didn't make sense to him.

"Yes. It's complicated, but I can."

"Have you ever been there?" he thought of his brother. Thor came back from Earth completely changed. Loki almost didn't believe it was really him. After they nearly died destroying Jotuns, he suddenly wanted to save that race of monsters. And once again, he was found worth saving and Loki was just in his shadow. So he let go. He lost everything and couldn't find it again. Yet.

"Yes. It's not so different, just a bit calmer with better books," she said softly. She apparently liked it there. Loki felt colder than moments ago. She looked up.

"What's wrong, my dear?" she was worried.

"Nothing," he lied and stood up. He had an illusion to chase and memories to erase.