FrostSharpe - An Asgardian Lovestory

by strawberry-twinkle

AN: This is a fanfiction written by two authors alternating every chapter. It started back in 2018 on the roleplaying app Geeking which was shut down, so the roleplay continued on Discord - this is where the fanfictions story will begin. Sadly, due to closing of the app, a lot of the story is lost. The characters are an Asgardian OC and Loki Laufeyson.

4. FrostSharpe4

The dark Lady tried to regather her awareness of the current situation. The god of mischief took one deep breath and sorted her thoughts on Taylor and the happenings around. It was an interesting situation for both of them. Even though the couple knew each other for such a short time, they had a lot in common – not just the memories of the journeys the couple had together. But for now Lady Loki had to switch back to the reality: they were in a rural restaurant in the realm of Midgard; in the Nordic country of Iceland. The dark couple was enjoying the finest meal of raw fish on a great plate, while holding hands and having some profoundly deep conversations. (definitely not doubled up)

She crossed her legs under the table as Taylor engaged to switch their hands' position. Lady Loki's icy-blue eyes focused on her fiancée's face. Even though the god tried to keep control in every situation you could think of, the female version of Taylor's lover seemed to be very confused about her thoughts being this chaotic when around her fiancée. Lady Loki ended up accepting this situation as it was for the moment. At least nobody knew them there and there was nothing that could be a possible source of thread to the Asgardians.

The dark Lady looked down on the hand she used to grab the pieces of raw fish with. The black fingernails Loki created with the magical illusion were really long with pointy tips. Combined with those boney and slim fingers, Lady Loki's hands appeared to be very intimidating by themselves. With eyes formed into small slits, she blinked a few times to regather the control over this situation while sorting words to answer Taylor's questions. Her eyelashes seemed to wave impressively.

"Oh darling, I really enjoy red wine." The dark lady simply said, before grabbing her glass. Her eyes peered into it, observing the blood-like liquid before finally taking a sip. The touch of Taylor's rough skin on hers sent chills down her spine, followed by a feeling of deep confidence and trust. "And I know that you want to be aware of anything that circles around me and my personal interests."

With those words, the dark Lady placed the glass back on the table, grabbing a piece of dark and fleshy tuna.