Hi again :) I have another chapter for you! It is longer than previous ones, I just could not stop. I had a gread fun writing it. Hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review!
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IV
As a prince, Loki had never been interested nor involved into organising a party. The only thing that concerned him was what girl he should be spending time with later so he would make both, him and his parents satisfied. It was no secret that Thor and Loki were, according to Odin and Frigga, to be married in the near future. Although neither of them agreed with the choices their parent were making for them, but they pretended. They acted the best they could just for the peace in the realm and also for fun. And they had been having a lot of fun. Until everything went wrong. Thor fell in love with a mortal. Loki forgot the number of women who tried to catch his attention. Sadly, it was a victory, if he remembered her name. That was another difference between the true and adopted son.
That is why he was relieved when Milla asked nothing from him.
Three days before the party night, dozens of strangers walked into Milla's house. They all looked like a high-class, that kind of people who he never liked, but tolerated. They had always been the same: talked in weird accent and only with each other, they wore the most luxurious clothes and jewellery, had the most ridiculous haircuts and colours of hair and make-up. These people were always around him, brought him up and he was thankful he was nothing like them. These particular ones were dressed all in white, their accessories and hair were black, no other colours. But Milla seemed to like them. She seemed to like everything about this hectic days.
She was yelling instructions a lot, but in a split second, she was smiling again. Or she could be reading some notes from the high-class and Emma could talk to her, but she wasn't listening to her. Emma never got her answer and she looked like she was pleased with herself. Everyone were running around Milla and asking even small little annoying questions but she wasn't bothered. She always smiled and answered with that sweet motherly tone, or simply nodded or shook her head. He was shocked to see how calm she is. He saw his mother organising hundreds of parties and she always looked older and little stress lines appeared under her eyes. But no, Milla looked perfectly calm.
Then, on the second day, he cracked the puzzle. He got bored of no attention, but he didn't want to do something mischievous that could ruin the preparation. He had no idea why, maybe he was just too looking forward for this. So he helped Emma with some heavy boxes she was moving to the terrace.
"What are these?" he asked. She was struggling but for a God, the boxes were not heavy at all. He took two at once.
"Chandeliers. Please, be careful, Milla will kill me if something goes wrong," there was a bit of concern in her voice. Loki raised an eyebrow.
"Kill you? She looks like she would just laugh and send someone for more."
"Yes, she does. To you maybe. Try listen to her words more carefully. Watch out!" she screamed when it looked like one of the boxes is falling. He caught it and had to smile at Emma's desperate face.
So he took her advice. He was trying to look like he was bored and was looking at improvement in reconstructing rooms and decoration sketches. She wasn't noticing him, always lost in the work. And he heard a lot of Milla's replies that made him chuckle.
"Milla, where should I put these paintings?"
"Sweetie, you looked cleverer when I hired you. Do you see these walls?"
"Milla, what do you think of purple on the tables? I am thinking about some lavender table cloths and maybe flowers could match..."
"If you put that colour on those tables, I will torture your grandchildren's grandchildren."
"Milla? The food you ordered may not..."
"Don't continue or I will have to shout at you and I don't need people to cry here. Fix it."
"It looks too much midgardian."
"I can make it look like Hellheim. Don't make me chose."
"But that music will be boring, I know a good a little funkier band."
"Great! And I know a good, a little funkier place to spend your miserable life and it's called shut your stupid mouth or I will personally rip your tongue off." she then turned on her heels and walked to another table full with designs of flowers, and Loki badly pretending his interest. He was almost laughing. "Having fun?"
"An incredible woman, that is what you are."
"Well thank you. It looks like you are the only one doing the right thing here," a bright smile spread around her face.
"And that is, may I ask?"
"You use the right words," she winked at him before looking around again a searching for everything that could go wrong right now. "I will save you from boredom, if you promise to stop making me blush and smile. I need the dangerous look for them to work."
"You enjoy being the Queen of Fear, don't you?" He faced her. She looked a lot more casual that usual, with her chocolate brown hair in a pony tail that brought all attention to her big sparkling dark eyes. A tight white blouse and loose blue skirt that reached the ground. She wasn't wearing high heels, and now she was reaching just Loki's chin. She even had a pair of glasses in her hand that she mainly used for nervous chewing, but it still gave her the strict look she was hoping for.
"Oh God, yes," she breathed. She looked beautiful.
"I promise. Now give me my treat."
"Go to a post office for some boxes for me. Don't open it. It's my dress and shoes and I will have to hunt you down if you see them before me."
"Well, we don't want to risk that," he could not look away from her. She was chewing the frame of the glasses again, not paying attention anymore.
"Milla? How many candles do we need?" some young boy came to them and that was the end of conversation. Loki sighed. He was hoping for some more verbal games.
"Hundreds. Count it. And if any of those chandeliers break, I will be forces to break your limbs, so be careful, honey."
They were both smiling wildly when they went their separate ways.
That night, when designers finally left, everyone who was going to be on the party sat or stood in half-completed living room. Milla sat on the floor with some more papers around her. They weren't pictures anymore; she was focusing on a narrow writing that looked really old. Loki doubted it was related to the event.
"We all know why we are sitting here, don't we?" she started with a little sleepy voice. Those were really hard two days for her. She hardly slept, her mind filled with every unimportant detail that makes the evening memorable. She had a lot of people helping her, and even though she was a bitch to them sometimes, she was really thankful for everything they were doing. She managed to find all the furniture, combine all the colours, place everything to the right spot, find the right amount of food that tasted like it was cooked in heaven and insure the right orchestra the guests will enjoy. But they put every piece together and it looked magical now, without candles lit and empty tables. She couldn't wait for tomorrow. She was sure the hard work everyone put into the night will pay off.
"To say something nice?" one of the guards asked.
"No," Milla laughed. "That will come later. Now, I need you to know your roles tomorrow. Questions?" she looked up from the papers.
"Why do we even have a party?" one of the cooks asked.
"Good one, Molly. I want to have fun for a change. And, of course, there is another business connected to this party but I will not discuss that with you." she answered. The girl nodded, apparently happy with this answer.
"So, your roles. Waitresses and waiters, I would like to ask you of one thing," she looked at the part of young people on the right. "Wear a uniform you will find here tomorrow and make sure everyone always has a champagne. Offer them food, ask if they don't want some other drink, just take care of them like they are not capable of their own care. Our guests will be very, very rich people, spoiled bastards and also, mostly my very good friends," she smirked and a few people laughed. Everyone knew how much she hated those people, except themselves. "And one more thing. Don't be offended by their behaviour. They will be a pain in the arse, but they will suffer the day after tomorrow, trust me." Most of the people she was talking to nodded. They were mostly professionals, of course they will handle it.
"Moving on," she leaned against new curtains behind her. Deep, lustful red. She was proud of them. "Guards."
"This is the fun part." another man said. She silenced him with one look. A few of the men exchanged amused looks.
"I need to divide you to two groups. Those, who were present at the party last time will keep the watch at the property and at the entrance checking the invitations and if everyone is unarmed. The rest," she looked directly at Loki. "should prepare some posh clothes and their spy skills."
"But only till midnight," the guard who spoke before made a few quick steps to Milla, got her to her feet with one easy pull and made a few dance moves to no music. A few people laughed, including Milla.
"Johnatan, I should remember not to invite you to parties anymore," she freed herself. "You at the entrance and hands off the beautiful women."
"That's a pity. It was pretty wild last time," he sounded a little sad, but the smirk on his face gave him away. He was not a good actor.
"Yes. My birthday. That is not relevant." she waved him off with her hand. "So, that is everything I wanted. Now go and have some beauty sleep, you will need a big pile of energy tomorrow. Any questions?"
"What happened last time?" Loki asked what half of the room was afraid to. That direct look again. It almost made him quiver.
"Well Felix, if you need to know," she licked her lips. "We woke drunk and in weird beds and other places."
"Oh really?" he smiled in surprise. She was not blushing. She enjoyed that memory. "That does sound like fun."
His magic was finally working perfectly again and he wanted to try it somewhere. It was the big day, everyone was rushing somewhere and was nervous and worried at the same time. A perfect combination for some pranks. He just hoped Milla won't have time to scream at him, he really wasn't in a mood to argue today. He was looking forward to the dance tonight.
So he stood in the corner of the completely changed living room. Everything was nearly done, the only thing missing was the actual party. All that made the room feeling like home disappeared - the lovely golden curtains were replaced by deep red ones, the white wall was now golden, the chandeliers golden as well, the paintings were gone replaces by various plants and candles that together create some beautiful light images. The floor was now just shiny dark wood. A few armchairs took place of the sofas. Almost everyone was now in dining room that is separated from living room by one low stair. They were preparing round tables for seven people each, putting clothing, flowers, plates, glasses, candles on the table.
And he was thinking, what he should do. Fill every glass with a snake? Put a dead bird on every plate? Or freak them out by something worse, bees flying from vases? Or change colour of everything and watch them panic. And when they finally lose hope and call Milla, he will change everything back. Yes, that should make him entertained for some time.
The white table clothing was black, the red roses were pink, the candles were blue, the candlesticks were purple as well as the plates, the chairs changed from golden to pure yellow and everything in just a blink of an eye. The colours didn't mach at all. Everyone froze and were looking at his creation with their mouth open, utterly confused. A smirk appeared on his face.
"What the hell?" someone said almost whispering. There was pure panic in everyone's eyes. A few started to look around, even walking around the tables, lifting things to find out what happened. They were completely hopeless. Loki started giggling when someone took a plate and started to wipe it, just to get the colour away.
"How did this happen?"
"What should we do?" the quiet whispers slowly changed into desperate half-screams.
"Do we have any more of anything, just to make it right?" someone asked with walking towards now empty boxes. They were completely frustrated by now.
"I am going for Milla. God help us," Emma announced in low voice, with her head low and eyes closed. Loki could not wait for her to storm in and see the catastrophe just for a split second before it changes to normal.
Everyone was waiting, still trying to figure out what happened. Some people were guessing what Milla will do. They bet if she will cry. And somehow, that thought disturbed his moment of entertainment. He never wanted to see her cry again, especially not for a foolish reason as organising a party is. Every one of her tears made him want to kill everyone who could cause her pain. He never explored the reasons behind this feeling, he just accepted it. Just like he accepted the urge to touch her every time she looked at him. Or the want of harming himself again just to feel her caring hands on him again.
A steps from the staircase interrupted his thoughts and he grinned again. This will be fun. Emma walked first, and Milla in her informal clothes followed with worries and a beginning of rage on her face. Her eyes found the dining room just before she stepped from the last stair and she gasped. But when her hand flew to her head, everything changed to normal. That was the split second the astonishment on everyone's face returned and all eyes turned to Milla again.
"How did you do that?" a man that bet she would cry asked. Milla made a few steps forward, disbelief in her eyes too.
"Just a magic trick," she replied quietly. "Just a little magic trick." With that sentence, her face lightened up with a realisation. She laughed wildly, leaving every one more confused than before. She didn't care and neither did Loki. The sound of her laugh made him feel better, especially when he was the one to put the smile on her face. He smiled, satisfied with the results of his little mischief.
"Don't worry, it won't happen again. Just continue, it looks amazing," she managed to say between laughs. Afterwards, she turned on her heels to meet Loki's gaze. She walked directly to him, wide smile never leaving her face. "You got some nerve, don't you Loki."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," he made sure he sounded innocent enough to convince others.
"I am sure you don't. You almost killed those people with shock, you fool!" she sounded amused, so he just smiled again when she punched him in the arm. "That was risky." Somehow he was feeling like a young boy making fun of everything with his friends again and didn't care about any risk. His emerald eyes were glowing with joy.
"I was bored," he shrugged.
"Of course you were, my little prince," she shook her head. "Then come, I have a surprise for you," she nodded to the stairs.
She led him into her room. He had never been there, never even seen a part of it. It was just as big as his one. The big, wooden bed placed in the centre of the only painted, dark green colour caught his attention. Then he noticed the same large windows as everywhere else, silver curtains, a big golden framed mirror, a few wooden closets and golden chairs with a small coffee table in the centre of them. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the place before walking to her. She was standing near one of the chairs, holding a hanger with some clothes with a cover on.
"I want you to wear this tonight. Well, just if you like it, of course."
"You got me new clothes?" he raised his eyebrows, taking the hanger from her hands. He was about to go in his guard uniform, just as everybody else. "Everyone will envy my benefits tonight," he smirked and she nodded, full of expectation if he will like the clothes.
"Look," she pointed at the present. He put it on a chair, unzipping the cover and revealing clothes he would wear at any party anytime anywhere. They were in his favourite colours - the trousers were deep black, the shirt white with dark green west and another black suit. It was midgardian fashion but again, everyone will be wearing this. She handed him a little opened case with cufflinks inside them and a black tie. "The tie is optional, but I personally like men without it more. It's up to you. I hope you like it," she said quietly, unsure.
"I love it. Thank you," he took her hand without a hesitation and kissed her knuckles.
"Great. Perfect. Now go," she requested and pushed him from her room again. She was blushing. "The lady needs to look pretty tonight."
"You will look lovely," he said with confidence before leaving the room and looking at her till she closed the door.
Everything was in place. The candles were lit, soft jazz music was playing and rooms were slowly filling with people in all kinds of designer clothes. The staff was everywhere offering champagne or seating guests down to their tables, just as Milla wanted it. The only thing missing was the host, greeting her friends.
Loki stood in the corner of the room, right next to the fireplace. He was slowly sipping his glass of champagne, observing people around and occasionally wink at some young ladies who were looking at him for some time, or say hello back to people he will never see again. Other guards were walking around in the same tuxedos, talking to each other every now and then. But it looked like they are having fun anyway; flirting with rich people and waiting for late night to make their move. Loki couldn't help himself but laugh at their low goals.
He looked to the stairs again.
"What a handsome guy we have here," Emma walked to him, smiling and scanning him from head to toe. He raised both eyebrows with shock. He almost didn't recognize her with her hair in a pony tail and smoky eyes make-up. She was wearing long black dress without sleeves, decorated with simple glitters around her waist.
"Looks like someone has a night off," without hesitation, he bowed a little. Emma blushed and made a curtsey.
"You are not the only one with privileges." She stood right beside him. "You shouldn't stand here alone. Those women are hunting for men like you," she took a champagne too and looked at him.
He smirked. "What if it is the exact thing I want?"
"I don't know, do you?" she rolled her eyes just as a young lady was passing by and winking at Loki.
"I am not even trying, I promise," he laughed. Emma was one of the few employees Loki could talk to without obvious annoyance on his side. She was genuine and innocent young girl, she never acted, took people just as they were. The kind of pure heart he missed in Asgard.
"You fit here well. Spoiled, aren't you?" she wasn't waiting for the answer and he knew it. Almost everyone was seated by then, no one coming anymore. He looked at the clock and then to the stairs again. He was fidgeting without even realising it. Emma chuckled.
"What?" he turned to her.
"You. Don't worry, she always takes her time," she reached for his hand and squeezed it for comfort. He smiled.
"I know she will be beautiful," there was no point in lying now. "We should go to the table now."
"Yes," she nodded. Loki offered her a hand and she blushed again. They said hello to other five people, all employees who had a night off.
Exactly ten minutes after, the music stopped and all heads turned around to the stairs. Soon, the only noise in the room were heels slowly tapping down the staircase. She walked slowly, enjoying every second of this attention. Loki suddenly understood why Emma said she takes her time.
She looked like a queen. Long brown curls were falling down her back, a mysterious smile on her face. She was glowing in her golden dress thanks to all different types of light. A thin belt showed her curves perfectly. Almost invisible necklace in shape of teardrop and matching earrings did not steal attention from her beautiful fierce eyes.
Loki realised how dark the room was until she walked in.
"Welcome, my friends," she said loudly when she waltzed in the centre of the room. A short applause came next. "I was never good at speeches, so I will be fast. Thank you all for coming, and I hope you will have a wonderful evening you will remember tomorrow." She took a pause to wink at some man, with everyone else laughing at some kind of personal joke. "And remember - what happens here, stays here. Enjoy," she smiled widely and another round of applause followed. A man in old suite, obviously her good friend rushed to her side to escort her to her table.
The dinner was rather annoying part of the evening. The conversation had not stopped for even a minute, but Loki could not focus for more that a few seconds. His eyes always wandered to Milla. She, on the other hand, looked like she had the time of her life. She was either laughing or at least smiling at everyone who spoke to her. She hadn't looked at him once and after a while, he felt left out. Of course, he understood how important this was for her. Saving that girl's life and spending some time with people she hadn't seen for some time has some more meaning than his jealousy. But God, he just could not help himself. He needed some entertainment.
"Tell me about these people," he leaned to Emma at the dessert.
"Now?" she asked with her mouth full of delicious chocolate cake. A guard on her other side, Johnatan laughed. Somehow, he persuaded Milla to let him go to the party. He didn't want to tell how, all he did was smiling, but Loki heard his thoughts when he started being bored of chatting about meaningless drunk topics. He begged her till she started to get tired of him and agreed.
"I'll tell you," Johnatan spoke looking around. "See that woman over there?" he nodded to blond-haired woman sitting at the table right next to them. "She used to be a whore. But some wealthy friend of Milla married her. Such a waste," he shook his head sadly. Emma punched him and hissed some swear words. Loki smiled, it was unnatural hearing her using that kind of language.
"Let me tell you more important information, not only the dirt Johnatan knows," Emma looked around as well. "That," she pointed at the man who had just got up to smoke. "is a well-known writer whose name I can't remember. Milla was one of his first fans and he always remember the loyal readers." Her eyes searched some more. "That one there, lady Arianna, the daughter of the most expensive pharmacist in the city. Guess who he has the ingredients from," she grinned.
"Oh, lovely girl, she flirted with me the last time she was here," another guard, Jon, sighed.
"She flirted with everyone, honey," Johnatan kindly patted his shoulder. They both smirked.
"Well, another funny guy," she looked at the man that was speaking to Milla earlier. "Lord Micah, he owns half of the city. Nobody knows where he got his money, one day, he just appeared."
"And who is that?" Loki nodded to the man that took Milla to her table. Emma smiled.
"Undoubtedly the most honourable man in the city. He was the first loyal friend Milla found when she came to this city. Nothing special. But this one," Emma lowered her voice when a man passed their table. "is Christopher Malion, one of the richest people in this realm. He lives far away, but never reject an invitation from Milla. All I know is that he is a merchant and they share a past, but Milla never told me what kind of it. I guess she is ashamed of it."
"No, not ashamed," Johnatan interrupted. "He is one of her big secrets. But to be honest, that man is creepy." All of them watched him leaning down to Milla and kissing her on her cheek. She looked happy to see him. Loki's eyes narrowed.
"You know, half of these women and part of men here are paid dates. People with this much power or money cannot afford public relationships." Emma got his attention again. She looked at him with an unhappy frown. "It is a sad life really."
Christopher took her by the hand and led to dance. Some slow song was playing and he held her too close to him. But she looked like she didn't mind. She was looking him in the eyes, one corner of her lips higher than the other, he obviously satisfied with his hand lower than it should be.
"I decided I don't like him," he murmured as more and more people stood up to dance.
"I can see why," Emma smiled. For a few seconds, he watched them, until his eyes started burning and blood in his veins boiling. He needed distraction.
"May I ask for a dance, lovely lady?" he looked at Emma with a small bow. Her cheeks reddened again as she nodded.
He danced, first with Emma, then with some young beautiful girl who turned out to be a powerful judge. Afterwards, he drank with guards, and danced to some faster rhythm with another few ladies. But his eyes were always looking for one specific woman.
When evening changed to night, he took his glass of wine and went to less crowded area, by the fireplace again. He watched rich people talking, fake laugher, flirt with no results or with more that they hoped so, he saw lovers dance and new friendships create. Men and women drank and asked for more and more glasses from champagne to whiskey.
The last celebration he had been to was the coronation of his brother. But that did not end well and it was his fault. He watched his brother fail and he should be feeling happy with the result, but he wasn't. He was still king to-be. He reached nothing. And from that point, everything went downhill. He kept fighting for his right, for Asgard to have a true, wise king, not a childish fool longing for battles and blood. Only if he had thought of that one detail, if he hadn't underestimate lady Sif and the warriors three, then maybe he would be sitting at the throne now, ruling the world he loves and he would never set a foot to this realm, he would not stand here and watch dull people getting drunk and...
"I was looking for you, my dear," a voice behind his back stopped his thoughts. He turned around only to feel overwhelmed by her once again. He bowed to her, looking for words to describe her beauty. "Having fun?"
"I do now," he stepped a bit closer to her. She looked tensed from this close.
"I'm glad," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I am stressing about the whole evening and Sarah. I am this close to run away," she looked to the entrance door.
"Then maybe I will make you feel better. Would you mind a dance?" he put his glass on the nearest table and waited for her answer. She smiled and nodded. The song was a little faster than their steps, but neither of them cared.
"You look gorgeous. I found myself jealous of those women who danced with you."
"That is ridiculous. You are far more beautiful that any of them," he said softly and spun her. She was smiling more when she faced him again.
"Thank you, my love," she whispered. His touch was a lot gentler and comfortable than any of those she experienced tonight. Many of those man were so proud of dancing with her, they held her like little boys hold their teddy bears during storms. Tight, tensed dances. Or their hands wandered when they should not. She was sick of those so much but all she could do was smile. "Oh I could dance with you all night."
"Then do," he said simply. She called him love. No one has ever called him love. It was so easy to forget the world with her in his arms, too easy. So easy he simply forgot how dangerous it could be. He will be thinking about this later.
"I can't. And you know that," she smiled again, but not at him, but at some older couple right next to them. "Don't tempt me."
"I couldn't care less about everyone else, my lady."
"You speak as a true prince," she chuckled.
"I am. And I won't let you go until you ask me otherwise," he was speaking quietly, his thumb brushing her back until her muscles relaxed again.
"You know I can't do that," she smiled. And there it was again, the want of kissing him so softly he would doubt it happened. She exhaled slowly.
"Good," he smiled, satisfied with the answer. "It is a magnificent party then."
"Oh stop it, my prince, or I will start to think you like it here," she laughed quietly.
"Maybe I do," he looked somewhere behind her.
"Do you?" her index finger on his cheek made him fix his eyes on her again.
"Well, I can't deny that you make me forget what I want to remember," he murmured. Neither of them spoke for the rest of the song, but they never looked away from each others eyes either. It was one of those rare comfortable silences, there was no need of filling the gaps with meaningless or polite conversations like with every man before him. She hated when the song ended and people started clapping. And she hated when she sensed a presence of someone else behind her back and Loki's eyes assured her she is right. Milla closed her eyes and took a deep breath before letting Loki go and turning around with a very believable faked smile.
"Did you find what you were looking for, Christopher?" she put a hand on his forearm and stepped closer to him. Loki clenched his fists before putting them behind his back and masked his face with false interest.
"Yes, my lady. And who is this young man," he studied Loki's face with very unpleasant eyes. Milla smiled and introduced them.
"Felix is my dear guest and occasional guard. Not your competition," she winked at him and they both laughed. Loki fought the need to punch that man in the face really hard.
"Nice to meet you, I must say I heard about you tonight," he said as politely as he was taught in Asgard.
"Really? Something bad?"
"Nothing specific. Just that you are a powerful man here."
"Whoever told you that is right," the man was proud beyond saving, a great actor as well. Loki saw Milla rolling her eyes and he almost grinned.
"You wanted something of me, Christopher?" she intruded the little talk of them.
"Oh yes," he laughed at himself. "It looks like I'm aging. I wanted to steal you from Felix here, to have some more privacy."
"Let's go then," she nodded and mouthed a word sorry as he led her to the terrace.
Loki hated that man and wanted him to suffer.
"Those gardens are as beautiful as ever, darling."
"Thank you, I love them as well," she stood at the handrail when he approached with two glasses of champagne. She gladly took one.
"To an extraordinary party and your beauty," he spoke in low voice while looking her in the eyes.
"I would gladly drink to that," she smiled before tasting her favourite drink.
The man in front of her was the last person ever she wanted to spend some time with. He was a greasy, perverse and overconfident and she hated the memories she always recalled while being in his presence. Milla hated the part of her life she spent under his roof. There were times when she was too close to killing him for doing all those horrible things, but she didn't. Because he was a powerful man and maybe, just maybe, there would be a day she would need him. And now, she needed him to be at this party having fun and getting drunk if she wanted her long lost friend to be safe. And she was a lot better actor than he knew and that was her biggest advantage. She would do anything for her plan to succeed.
Yet she prayed she won't have to use plan B.
"Remember all those days we spent in my gardens?" he continued.
"I remember spending time alone there, because you were always too busy for me," she replied calmly.
"Don't be like that, I didn't have time for anyone back then. However, today I do. But perhaps it is too selfish to ask you to come back?"
"Yes, it is," she smirked and turned around to see the light of the moon. Full moon. Great. "I have a beautiful life now."
"You didn't like your life with me?" he mocked her.
No. "Of course I did," she waved him off with her hand.
"But you left anyway."
"Yes and I would again. It just didn't suite me."
"Perhaps you started a trend. Another girl left my house a few days back."
Milla tensed, a shiver running through her spine. She was sure he won't talk about this, not with her, not here, not ever.
"Really? Why?" fortunately, her voice sounded surprised.
"Oh my dear I think you know why," there was a bit of amusement in his voice that made her turn back to him. His eyes were fierce, wide opened, half-mad smile on his lips. Her muscles tensed again and her mind started panicking a little.
"I don't know what you are talking about," still smiling, she took another sip of wine. He knew.
"Yes you know," playful tone was gone. His eyes narrowed. "That little pregnant whore, Sarah? I know she visited you when we were in the city. I know you helped her escape. And I know where she is hiding. You are a clever girl Milla, but I've got cleverer since you left."
And with that words, all hell broke loose.
I hope you are still trying to break into my mind, because if you are not, I am going to die.
The glass he was holding was still falling as he moved quickly as he could to the terrace. His heart was beating a lot faster, all his senses sharpened and ready to act.
He must not see you.
He stayed in the shadows while Milla was showing him what happened just a few seconds ago. She looked terrified, but she shook his head as soon as she saw him. He didn't want to obey, he wanted to throw that man to the wall. But he didn't. Milla must have a plan if she let him into her mind, for the first time since they met. He was trying to read her minds every minute of every day, but she built her walls as high as he did. But now, he felt her panic. And all he could do was watch.
"I know Sarah, yes, but I still don't know what you mean," she was trying to get some time. Dozens of possible endings of this situation flew through her head and he disliked most of them. Especially the ones where she ends dead or harmed.
"You are not an exclusive whore anymore, are you?" he took a step back, his eyes never leaving her face. "You have grown, and now you are helping people by doing all kinds of things, right?"
She was quiet. He knew all. Christopher walked in small semicircles like a predator around his victim.
Loki wanted to cut his throat.
"I realised you know magic before you escaped me, but it was too late, wasn't it. You saved my life and I had to let you go. But I am not making the same mistake again. I have found my own sources of magic, you know?"
"What do you want?" she asked angrily.
"I want nothing my dear. Both of you will pay for what you did." He looked at watch on his wrist and smiled happily. "Well I guess your little slut friend had already paid."
"What did you do?" her eyes widened in fear and she took a step closer to him. No, that can't be. How would he find her? How the fuck is this even happening?
"I have spies everywhere my dear. They tracked the whore down and now..." he sighed. "I am sorry for your loss."
No. Please no.
She looked at him numb for seconds that lasted eternity. Her eyes reddened. Her lips parted and the glass in her hand fell to the floor to shatter into pieces.
"You killed...?"
"Her, the unborn and the man."
Loki felt her wall building again, so fast, as she changed her eyes. He did not feel her emotions anymore nor he knew what she was thinking. But he saw. She was angry. Mad. Furious. She had nothing to loose now. But she still made him believe she is broken by the news, especially with one tear slowly streaming down her face.
"Why?" her voice broke.
"Oh my child, don't worry. You are next. Did you enjoy the champagne?" he had a mad smile on his face. Loki gasped in surprise, but Milla didn't even move.
"You poisoned me."
Loki stepped out of shadows ready to kill him on the spot. She can't die, she won't die, not when he is around. He was already holding a knife in his hand, slowly raising his hand, when another one touched his shoulder. He quickly turned around only to see Emma's disapproving face. She took his other arm and held him tight. Yes, he would easily escape her grip, but he was too confused to move.
"What are you doing? She is going to die if I don't kill him!" he hissed angrily.
"She is already poisoned. Let her at least get the information. Trust me," she didn't release him and she was right, he would fly to that man and kill him if she did.
"I can't watch her die," he spat but she wasn't looking at him anymore. He forced himself to watch Milla again, still holding the knife.
"She doesn't want to you to be involved," Emma whispered. He forced himself to watch Milla again, still holding the knife. For some odd reason, she was right.
"Yes. And no one will ever know. What a genius I am." Christopher said. With those words, a few other man and women entered the terrace with their hands covering their mouths. The breaking glass is always a good way to get attention. Her guards wanted to get him, but she stopped them with a look. Nobody knew what was happening.
"You won't get away with this," she sounded a bit scared but her eyes were different. Loki was confused by her performance. For a second, he let his walls down too. How convenient.
Enjoying the drama? Some of us would love to kill him already.
"They won't. I have my ways." He was so proud of his plan. So certain of himself, so vulnerable. He didn't even care about the audience.
There was quiet for a while. "Then I guess I am dying," she whispered.
And in that second, Loki's vision blurred again. Emma froze too.
"Yes, you are. And you should be thanking me! You won't feel anything. The others would make your last minutes horrible."
Milla's heart skipped a beat. "The others?"
"You can't possibly think I am the only one you have pissed off. But I have been blessed with this golden opportunity," he laughed at his own joke.
"Who?"
"You don't really think I would tell you."
Her lips shifted into a thin line and she stepped closer again. She finally looked at her favourite guard and it almost broke her heart when she saw how terrified he looked. He somehow forgot to cover his emotions. Emma was holding him and she was glad, otherwise he would kill the man in front of her, she knew that. And that look made her even angrier. Christopher made everyone think she will die. Made Loki think he will lose her and for some reason, it made him suffer. And that was the last drop.
Create an illusion of me, my love. And make me a fucking queen of anger.
"Clever plan. Very clever," she admitted, her face changing into a pure rage, her eyes burning with passion, a smile of revenge on her lips. "But every plan you have ever created had one little mistake."
Loki had no time to think, he just did what she asked and hoped it will be over. That she found some way out of this and that it will not involve her corpse.
"Did it?" Christopher raised his eyebrows in confusion.
Afterwards, he heard heels taping behind his back, but he was not fast enough to turn around. All blood disappeared from his face.
She put one hand on his forehead and one on his chin. Milla in front of him vanished. The true one put her mouth right next to his ear and whispered. "I didn't drink."
With that, she broke his neck with one single movement. Some ladies screamed, one fainted and men gasped. Loki could not tear his eyes of her. She was standing there, looking right to his eyes, a corpse lying at her feet. It's over. Anger faded and tears slowly filled her eyes. Everyone on the party was now silence.
"Clean this mess," she said roughly, stepped over the body and started walking back to the house; head high, without a single look at the man who threatened her a few minutes ago.
"Milla open the door," he knocked hard a few second after she shut them. He heard something smashing right before he burst the door open. She was at her desk, throwing everything on it to the ground. She didn't stop when he entered the room.
"Stop," he demanded in his godly tone hoping it will work. She turned around.
"Get out." She said with the same amount of anger as a moment before.
"No. Calm down," he stepped further into the room. She threw a vase to the wall.
"I have just KILLED a man. I will not calm down," she was almost yelling.
"You are dying!" he shouted to get her attention. Thankfully it worked and she stopped moving for a while.
"No. I didn't drink," she was trying to be calm, but failed miserably.
"You showed me your memories, you drank the champagne he gave you."
"No," she repeated. "Think what you saw. Just fucking think!" she screamed and breaking everything around her again.
He stood there, watching her, thinking. He saw her drinking and then letting the glass fall down. She took the glass from his hands. He said a toast and they drank, she was thinking about the good taste. It was confusing.
And then, the moment he gave up, he saw it. The man was saying the toast. His eyes busy looking in hers. She let his glass disappear and created a new one out of thin air.
A very, very heavy rock fell of his heart. She will live. She is not dying. He won't be alone again. He wanted to smile, to spin her in the air, but she would have injured him as well, but God, she was clever.
"I killed him!" she said again with a little less volume.
"I know and I am sorry. You should let me do it," he watched her breaking a mirror before walking to window and looking down at the people still standing around. The body was gone.
"I shouldn't let anyone do it. But he killed them. He fucking killed all of them!" she screamed the last sentence with more and more tears in her eyes.
"I know," he said again. "It is not your fault."
"No? She went to me for help. And I did a marvellous job with that," she laughed with pain.
"You did the best you could do," he stepped closer again.
"Yes, I guess his death was a lot faster than theirs," she muttered before collapsing to the floor. He rushed to her, sat right beside her. Milla curled to his chest, breathing heavily just to calm down. He held her tight, stroking her hair. She was so fragile, still a girl covered in pain trying to be strong in every moment, save everybody and yet she still needs somebody to hold her when her demons came back.
"How many people saw it?" she asked after a few minutes. She was still shaking.
"Many," he admitted.
She sighed. "That means a lot of work. I will have to leave the city for a week or so."
"Don't go." He couldn't let her go somewhere alone. Not after he experienced this horrible fear, helpless feeling, after he believed she will leave him forever. Yes, she was the strongest woman he had ever met but still a woman with a broken spirit.
"Need to. You won't even notice I'm not here." She pulled back from him and slowly stood up. Not these words again. He reached for her hand again.
"I'm glad you are alive." He stood up too and looked into her chocolate eyes. She was still trembling. "Don't do it again."
She closed her eyes for a moment. She was scared she would cry again. And she can't afford to have longer mental breakdown, not when there is a fake story to create and memories to change. She shook her head and slowly backed up to the door.
They were on their own and neither of them knew what to do next.