Chapter 9
Samara met Loki and he took her in the jungle. Passing the dense forest then going inside underground cave, they found a pond. Loki knew the place from so long. There were plants and veins all around. Surface of the pond was covered by big leaves and flowers. The scene was beautiful, captivating and scaring somehow.
Loki lit a lamp which he brought then he kneeled and touched a flower. It was a white flower. "It's water lily. Aren't they beautiful?"
Samara nodded. Loki was about to pluck the flower but she stopped him. "Don't kill it"
Loki laughed. "I was going to give it to you"
"Consider it given. They are beautiful, once you pluck them their beauty will fade away soon. When you like a flower you pluck them, but when you love it you water it everyday"
"Well, they are already in water"
"Hmm. Besides, I Love Niflillies. There are the most beautiful flowers" Samara said.
"Purple flowers. How do you know about them?"
Samara thought a little and said "A... soldier once gave me that flower. I love it's colour neither pink nor purple. So fascinating lines on each and every petal"
"Who's the soldier?" Loki asked frowning.
"I am talking about flower and you are focusing upon who gave it to me?"
"Who is he?"
"What? He gave me that flower ages ago. What's wrong with you?"
Loki held her waist and bring her closer. "There should be no one but me who give you presents". Samara back off from his grip and starting taking steps away from him as he started moving forward. He continued "The only male who will touch you, who you will spend time with is me and only me"
Samara really wanted to protest but Loki's eyes with dangerous. They are intimidating in an romantic manner. She looked at his lips and then his eyes. Why is he so much dominating and authoritative? It's so damn seducing thing.
"I can imagine that colour on you. I can imagine your body covered with those flowers.... only"
He knows how to make her blush now.
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"Your highness, this flower matches your dress. Would you like to put it in your hairs?" A maiden asked.
Sigyn looked at Niflilly and said "can we change it? I am feeling a little uncomfortable". Today is the first meeting with Prince Aiden and her maiden tried her best to make her look even more beautiful.
"Your highness, you are just nervous. This fabric is as soft as this flower. Now let me put it in your hairs"
Sigyn was looking at her reflection in the mirror and saw Niflilly in her thick braid. Her maiden sighed, satisfied with her work. "You look like a Niflilly itself, princess"
Sigyn felt a contraction in her heart.
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With pinkish purple dress Sigyn entered the throne room where the King was accompanied by Prince Aiden, his father, King Reman and Sigyn's brother.
She bowed in front of her King and then greeted the guests. Soon Sigyn was introduced to Aiden by her father.
Aiden seemed nice and respectful. He was so handsome with dark brown hairs and blue eyes. Most amusing thing about him was he voice. So deep and manly. He kissed Sigyn's hand and her mind started wandering....
"Stop kissing my hand" Samara took off her hand from Lucas's grasp.
"Hey, give me that. I like your hands"
"Yeah, you like all of me doesn't mean I'll sit in your lap forever" she immediately regretted every word she said. She closed her eyes.
He smirked. He came near her, breaths touching her face, "I can make you do that". He saw her goosebumps and smiled. Then he pulled her to his lap while he sat on the sand. He started kissing her neck and she opened her eyes.
"No don't open them, close your eyes" he ordered.
"Lucas?"
"Just do it" he said and she closed her eyes.
He continued to tease her with kissing and breaths and teeths, caressing her soft flesh. He stopped suddenly, "who touched you, Samara?"
She opened her eyes. It's true she spent last night with someone but how did Lucas know? Is there any love mark left? She checked immediately. She looked at Lucas questionably.
His nostrils flared with anger. "I told you no one will touch you but me. How could you do this?"
"How could you say that?"
"I can smell him all over you" Lucas stood up and started walking away.
"Lucas... Lucas... listen to me"
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"Sigyn... Princess?" Aiden was calling her. They were in the gardens alone. Taking a walk there and admiring flowers.
"Yes?" Sigyn said.
"I said the flower in your hair it's beautiful. Who brought it for you?"
Sigyn was thinking when he said "a lover?"
She was about to say something but he laughed. "Just joking. I don't have any right to ask about your past but I hope there will be no one else between us in the future. Hmm?"
She nodded. Everything was right then why she is feeling something missing. Even if Aiden is going to marry her because she is going to be a queen then also this is not wrong. He seems wise, sounds wise and possess every quality of a gentleman. He just wanted one thing that any life partner would expect from his partner, fidelity. Everything is right.
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King Iwaldi took them to dungeons and displayed Loki as a proud achievement of Sigyn. Loki was again tied up in the same manner but in the cell.
By now Aiden and Sigyn spent many hours together and so Aiden put her arms on her back, just in a caring manner not in a lusty way. While everyone was talking about Odin and Asgard and Sigyn's kidnapping scheme, she saw Loki looking at Aiden's arm that was holding her. She immediately knew Loki is not in the good mood.
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Sigyn came to Loki in the evening and brought him food. She was about to unchain him but he shoved his hands away. "What do you think you are?" He was angry. "You think you bring me here? Huh... I am the one who haven't attacked you that day thinking you are my Samara and I am the one who helped you keep me here. You were exaggerating in front of all? What are you? Who are you?"
"Shut your mouth. I know you are jealous"
Her hand was near his hand so he held her's so tightly. "Why would I be jealous? You have nothing special to capture my interest. Leave all that behind, you don't even posseess the ability to do anything. You are just a princess. Fit for castle life, fit for marrying a lowly prince, give him as many children as he desire, working like a maid for him. You are not the one you think you are. Your fragile body can't handle battle wounds, I am afraid you won't be able to lift even a sword. Your hand might twist, my dear"
"Enough. Eat it. I'll send a guard to release you" she turned to exit.
"That prince and you would make a lovely couple. He is coward, you are coward"
She came closer to him looking at him dangerously. "Stop it Odinson"
"Or you'll do what? Your words are hollow. You can't even give a proper punishment. At least your btother knows how to hold a whip. You... you are just a coward. Ofcourse, you are a girl. Fragile and weak, little princess"
"Don't provoke me, Odinson. You won't be able to handle the pain I can give you"
"Huh... cowards only have words..."
"Guard... bring my whip" she ordered loudly but Loki smirked.
It was not his believe that she wouldn't hurt him but he needed pain because he is internally hurt that's why he is happy to be beaten.
It started. One whip, two, three.... his old wounds were recovered but still soft and now new lines over them were opening some of the wounds and giving some more.
Sigyn saw him whimpering in pain when he was unconscious. She wanted him to recover fully that's why she came to him impersonating a maiden but now whatever he said exceeds her patience and her anger was drawing a crimson painting on the canvas of his body.
Soon her anger was replaced with regret. She regretted each and every strike but she can't stop. So her eyes release tears. She knew the pain, she didn't want to do it but she is angry. More because of his insecurities. He has no right on her, so whenever someone touch's her why does he make her feel guilty? Like she is his property....
Soon she was tired and she is feeling guilty. She knew exactly that he provoked her. He was angry and if she would have calmed herself on time, this wouldn't have happened. She is crying and dropped on her knees.
Now she is angry with herself. So she take off her cape. Her dress had deep back so she strike herself. It felt amazing. When you are hurt inside it feels amazing to feel pain externally. So she strike again. And soon a rythm of whips filled the air.
Loki screamed when he realized what's happening. Though he can't see what's happening behind him but he knew that whip was striking flesh and because it was not his flesh, it's certainly Sigyn's.
When she couldn't bear more, she stopped. She is tired. After sometime, she stoop up, tied her cape and went to face the prince. Her face was red and so was her eyes. "I forgot to tell you one thing. I am getting betrothed to him tomorrow"
"Sigyn don't" regret and defeat was clear in his eyes. She smirked and left. He screamed "Sigyn stop. Sigyn I am sorry, Sigyn. Sigyn"