It was late afternoon and the sun was low over the horizon. Its rays proudly marched over my much too long exposed skin, like a fire and burned it. I snorted when I again picked up the wooden bar and raised my arm to strike. Drops of sweat beaded on my bare upper body and flowed in sheets over my toned abdomen down to the waistband of my tight black pants. One soldier after another fell to the ground and I had to send for replacements to prove themselves in fight training against me.
It was just a distraction; I know not to ask what lay before me: the unknown.
Yes, I was scared. I was afraid to stand with Loki and talk to him about this one night. I knew I had screwed up, that I had gone too far and that I, contrary to all promises never to leave him alone, did. Lonely.
"GRAAHRG!" I screamed, my throat dry, when I fought the last man to the ground and I looked
around, out of breath and panting in the middle of the sandy square, to the unconscious bodies of my soldiers. I was exhausted, powerless, but my heart raged still full of remorse. This would not end until I started a conversation that I knew very well. I had begun such a task long before and I wish I would have ridden all day on the battlefields to avoid having an excuse to talk to him, but unfortunately there was no battle in all nine worlds in which I could hide myself like a shy dog.
I had done a great job, as a commander and as the future king of Asgard. The kingdoms were
united, wars won, and yet I felt more dazed and powerless than ever. From a distance I heard the applause of some handmaidens that line the arena and secretly clapped all ten fingers for me. Since my father's announcement that I would soon ascend the throne and would need a suitable bride at my side for this purpose, the women stood in line. They all wanted to get a chance to be queen and have the power to rule over all the kingdoms. However, for me there was only one single being who had been created for this task, for this privilege. Much To my remorse and that of my parents it was somebody who did not fit the portrait of a perfect bride ...
"Are you finished with your senseless fight?" came the sarcastic words of the silver tongue to myears and I turned my head to see the loveliest creature that my eyes had ever seen. Green
emeralds, sparkling like the morning dew on the meadow leaves outside the palace walls, glared at me calculatingly, as the delicate shape of my brother, virtually floated over the ground towards me, as he walked.
His lips curled into a grin, he looked me up and down and stole my breath away. But this gesture was like a blow in the stomach, freezing me in place and my heart began to beat faster.
Loki raised a hand and traced with his slender index finger, a fresh bead of sweat which moved with the cool fingertip over my heated, tanned skin. I shuddered and my hidden weakness was brought to the fore: I was his with all my being. And he seemed to know, because his eyes lit up with amusement at me, as his fingers reached my stomach. "Struck dumb, brother? No biting comment?” he asked “For that, you are responsible, Loki." I replied with presence of mind, although I found it more than difficult to remain in his presence. Now even more so than usual, after this one night, when our bodies were united and he was begging for more stretched out beneath me.
I gulped and quickly pushed the stray thoughts aside, because Loki had already recognized that I was partially distracted by him. Once again, he grinned and walked a step away from me.
"Good parries, brother. The sun seems to have not cooked all your brain cells." It sounded snappy out of his mouth and I wish I could deal with my inner urge to close these sugary, duplicitous, cunning, deceitful lips with my own on the spot, stop him talking further and make him realize what impact his mere presence had on me.
As if he could read my stray thoughts, Loki took a step back towards me, placing his cool palm on my hot cheek and lifted his black head dangerously close to my ear. "I can read your eyes like a book, brother. I know what you thought about just now and father will not be too thrilled if he knows about it?" My body shivered all by itself when I heard the soft breeze of his voice and winced noticeably.
"You would tell him how I took my own flesh and blood like an animal." I retorted, suffocated and scared, not only because this idea scared me but because Loki backed away from me and turned instantly away.
"There would probably be nothing more interesting, as to see the All-Father tip out of his oversized throne at this news, don't you think?"
Although I had already created a picture of his sardonically grinning face in my imagination, I can't ignore the bitter undertone I also heard. "You regret this night, don't you." I asked without thinking and would have bitten my own tongue if I could take this back. Me and my big mouth. Thinking has never been my specialty. I saw the slight figure of my brother straightened his shoulders and he turned with an icy look.
"Do you?" asked the silver tongue and made me once more remember clearly what power he possessed by only using simple words. My mouth was dry and my heart skipped a beat. It felt like hours that we stood face to face staring at each other, waiting for the next remark from each other.
"... No." I finally said back. My pulse raced and my blood rushed uncomfortably in my ears so loud that I believed I would soon to be deaf. The world swam around us and I had the feeling that everything had vanished into thin air, the training ground, the soldiers, the chattering woman and the room with the ornate pillars. There existed only the two of us and the ripple of charged air.
“Loki, I think I'm in lov-"
The Trickster wrinkled his nose and snorted. "You're even more stupid than I thought." The callousness of his words cut me to the ground and I wished that it would open up beneath my feet, swallow me and convey me directly to the gates of Helheim. "Do you seriously think that feelings have ever played a role between us? I just wanted to know, what you would be willing to do for me and I got my answer. You are forfeit to me, Odin's son. I'll absorb every little piece affection in you and make you vulnerable. You are mine, but live with the knowledge that I will never belong to you!"
Loki turned on his heel and disappeared at a fast pace into the shadow of the pillars that lined the entrance to the palace and made him look even more regal. As I watched him, dazed, deaf to the groans of the awakening soldiers, blind to the injuries I had inflicted on them. For me, any heat was gone together with him and yet I felt no hatred, no offense, because I knew the god of chaos better than he knew himself. A smirk flitted across my lips and it formed all by itself the only word that equally embodied Loki's name.
" Liar"
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I know, just a little One Shot, but I hope you like it ^_~
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