Loki felt hot. His normal ice-cold blood started to boil like a cooking pot over a fire. His resistance against the guards were no match; power dampened cuff. but still, he desperately tried to reach her.
"Get your hands off her." He grunts through his teeth.
The guard had been brutally rough with the raven-haired girl. Slinging her, pushing her, and throwing her around like she was less than what she was. Loki felt enraged as he watched her head slam against yet another lantern.
"Here we are." The guard spoke, stopping in front of a cell. The golden laser beam dimmed until it had completely dissolved. The two men restraining Loki shoved him inside, and the light goes back up. Astraea felt her heart tremble as they shoved her in the cell right next to Loki.
The silence was suffocating as the guards' footsteps faded, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed in the vast, cold chamber. Astraea turned to Loki, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and fury.
"Tell me what is going on now!" Her voice trembled, not just from the cold, but from a burgeoning dread.
Loki approached the golden beam that separated them, his steps deliberate, his hands clasped behind his back. He paused, his gaze piercing through the light, searching for words that could bridge the chasm he was about to widen.
"I was the one who orchestrated the attack on Asgard the night your mother was murdered," he began, his voice steady yet laced with an undercurrent of regret. "It was part of a larger scheme to prevent Thor from ascending to the throne. And you, unbeknownst to you, accelerated my plans, making me king."
Astraea's world tilted. "You... you used me?" Her voice was a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of her own heart.
"Yes," Loki replied, his face an unreadable mask. "Thanks to you, I now wield more power than ever before. You were remarkably easy to manipulate."
The betrayal hit Astraea like a physical blow. Tears welled up, blurring her vision, each drop feeling like acid on her skin. "What happens now?" she managed, her voice breaking.
"My father will keep us here until he decides our fate," Loki said, his tone almost clinical.
Astraea stared at him, her eyes searching for any remnant of the man she thought she knew. "That's it?"
Loki's smile was cold, devoid of warmth. "For now, yes."
"I—I trusted you!" Astraea's voice shattered the silence, her scream a raw expression of her shattered trust. "You were behind the attack, and... and we..." She couldn't finish, collapsing to the ground as tears streamed down her face.
He's the God of Mischief, Lady Astraea. He could turn your world upside down, destroy and tear apart your family if he so much as feels like it, and you wouldn't notice until you're crashed on the ground.
Odins words from another time echoed mockingly in her mind.
Now, here she was, crashed and on the ground. Every moment, every touch, every whisper of affection—everything was a lie. The realization was a knife, twisting in her heart, leaving her in a pool of her own shattered illusions.
Astraea sat with her knees to her chest in the furthest corner away from Loki, who would glance her way every so often. Even upset with him, she still looked as beautiful as the day he saw her—He looked a little too long that day and every day after.
"Astraea, you need to eat. Starving won't benefit you in this case." Loki watched as she only slightly raised her head from her knees. "I can feel how hungry you are." He caught sight of her dull blue eyes.
"What did you do last night, the kiss, was it some kind of spell?" Her voice, once demanding to be heard—a quality Loki adored about her—was a hushed, defeated tone. Loki's face stilled, he wished she would yell at him. No one had ever challenged him in a way that she had; could hit certain triggers like she did. Astraea was the first person who truthfully went searching for answers about him that no one had before. When he overheard the conversation between Astraea and his mother that one early morning on his way to finish out a plan he had mastered up; he heard Astraea's voice speaking like an angel, but her words were nothing of the sort.
Frost Giant. Loki remembers thinking, I'm a Frost Giant. Where he was angry at his parents for lying to him his whole life—His whole childhood entirely—He looks back at that moment and now realizes that was the moment Loki felt the tingle. He didn't see it then, his hatred and anger filled his mind, but the thought soon dawned on him after the night they were intimate. She knew of what he was, a monster, but she didn't run in fear, or repulse at the sight of him. When she looked him in the eyes, she saw him, who he truly was, and stayed.
When Odin informed him of how soul bonds work, it didn't take Loki long to figure out how to manipulate the transaction. The two deities have to both agree, a small detail Poor Astraea forgot in her emotional breakdown. Standing behind her as she looked at herself in the mirror, watching as the golden glow started to fade from her skin, Loki made the choice. She was his. Soul bond illusion or not, Loki had fallen in love with her. Instead of gifting her own soul back, Loki gave his.
"I —" Loki chokes, clearing his throat. "I gave you my soul. My father told me that both parties have to agree as one, a single detail you seemed to have forgotten when you first threw us into this mess. You've been feeling weak, it's cause you're dying by the next full moon you would've died. You should thank me, I did you a Justice."
When Astraea just shakes her head and then softly lays it back down, ignoring Loki all together, he felt defeated. He wished she'd just yell at him. A strange request, but he missed her voice. Maybe I did make a mistake.
"What did you think?"
Loki's eyes shot up at the sound of her voice. "Excuse me?"
"Did you think that the soul bond would be powerful enough to make me native and forgive you? I don't forgive you, Loki." For the first time in over twenty-four hours, her blue eyes met his green ones. "I will go along with the trial, I will be your queen if Odin doesn't have our heads for this. But," She paused, and Loki felt his guts wrench, waiting for her to speak. "I will never love you. We will never be Husband and Wife."
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Pure as White
Fanfiction"She was the Virgin Goddess of Innocence and purity. He was the God of Mischief. Though the two were very different in every single way that didn't stop them from falling in love. She hated most when she loved him the most and she loved him the mos...
