Chapter 4
Through the next couple of days, I watch as Y/n and Thor begin to get closer, and it makes every inch of my body run cold. How dare my brother become acquainted with what is mine? I walk into the room they sit in to interrupt their conversation, noticing her smile becoming more real the more time she spends with my idiot brother.
“How are the newlyweds, hm?” I say with a false smile, trying my hardest not to grimace at the sight of how close they are sitting together.
“Hello, my dear brother. Is there something you need?”
I fake offense, putting my hand to my chest to add to the drama, “I do not come to you only when I need something.”
I watch as she looks between Thor and I equally, frustrating me further. However, I do not let that hinder me from getting her alone. I watch as my brother raises a brow and I chuckle softly.
“Mother said she wanted to see you. I’m merely relaying the message.” I am hoping he will just take the bait and leave, but of course, he pushes.
“Y/n and I are having a conversation, can it wait?”
I pretend to ponder his question, “Hm, it seemed pretty important.”
With a sigh, Thor stands and nods, making his way to attempt to find mother. Not even I know where she is, it should keep him busy for a while. I glance his way as he leaves the room, Y/n looking up at me with furrowed brows and a look on her face as though she is about to reprimand me.
“She isn’t looking for him, is she?”
I shrug and smile mischievously, “No, she is not.”
“Loki-”
I interrupt her, “You said I can get to know you, so here I am, doing just that.”
I watch as she fights a smile, but she suddenly laughs, “You know, you are very persistent.”
I can’t help the smile that comes to my face as she graces me with her laughter, “I’ve been told.”
I sit down next to Y/n and turn to face her, “So, you and my brother are closer now? It looks as though you two are beginning to get along.”
She shrugs and I watch her think of what to say, “I don’t know what it is about you two, but you both love to speak. He just talks and I listen. I wouldn’t call that getting close.”
I nod, “I see.”
I understand what she means, knowing that Thor can become lost in his own stories and completely disregard anything anyone else has to say or input into the conversation. As odd as this may be, her saying this to me has lightened my mood after my previous assumptions about their relationship.
“I’m curious, actually.” She says as she looks down, still fiddling with the fabric of her dress, “Why are you so set on doing this?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Loki, you know what I mean.”
“Ah, I am doing this because I find you interesting. Yes, it would be fun to frustrate my brother, but that’s not all I am interested in.”
I watch as she looks up at me from the silk that shrouds her, “Then what else are you interested in?”
I look her up and down, but my eyes waste no time settling on her face. Her skin glows under the lighting of the palace as she looks up at me, the shade of her eyes accentuated by the colors she wears. She truly is the most breathtaking woman I have ever set my eyes on.
“Loki?”
I watch as she blushes under my gaze and I swallow rather harshly, finding her pink tinted cheeks cute. The urge to kiss her is strong, but I regain my senses to speak and answer her question.
“I thought I made that clear, but I am interested in getting to know you and having you for myself.”
When I say it this time she doesn’t argue or become defensive, instead she merely stares at me. Perhaps she attempts to decipher lies from the truth, but I know that isn’t going to happen. There has been no lie.
Y/n opens her mouth to speak, but as if the universe is playing a cruel joke, my brother walks into the room, “She wasn’t looking for me.”
I back up from Y/n, not realizing how close the two of us had become during this conversation, “My mistake, perhaps I dreamt it.” I say with a shrug as I stand.
“Wonderful conversation, Y/n. If you need me, I will be in the library.”
As I walk away, I listen as Thor begins to question her and she makes an excuse. I smirk and do as I said I would, making my way to the library in hopes that she will meet me there. However, I am aware this is wishful thinking. I do know, however, that she is trying her hardest to deny me, but I have no intentions of giving in to her rejections.