Cat and mouse (part 1) Revised version!

Chaper 43

When I woke up the next morning, I checked on my leg and found that it was in the same condition as yesterday but the orange glow was gone.
I touched it gently and hissed when I found that it was still very sore.
Apparently magic can only do so much but if the magic around it had dissipated I must be through the worst of it.
Loki was passed out in a large leather chair across the room and I slowly slid my feet over the bed needing to move around. Being stuck in bed since we'd returned was awful and Loki had the worst bedside manner.
I just needed a few minutes to myself..
I held back a hiss of pain when I put weight onto my leg but managed as best I could over to the door and when I went to touch the knobs I noticed that a faint green orb was connecting the handles. I rolled my eyes, he trapped me in his room.
I gently touched the orb and it shocked me making me whisper a cuss word and suck on my finger
"Always underestimating me, when are you going to learn?"
I glanced behind me to see Loki getting up from the chair.
"Why is there a magic lock on your door?" I asked.
"To keep you in, I need to make sure you don't do anything stupid while you heal."
"I'm fine." I snapped
"How are you walking?" He asked glancing down at my leg.
"I'm ignoring the pain like a big girl, now let me out."
"The magic used only shrunk the outer wounds and took away the goblins magic, the inside still needs time to heal."
Loki scooped me up and started walking back to the bed.
"Who are you?" I asked looking up at him confused by the contrast of his harsh words but gentle touch.
He rolled his eyes at me and set me down.
"I need to take a shower."
He tensed a little.
"I'll help you."
"No, you won't." I said holding my pj shirt closed.
"I'll only help you into the shower, you have to step down into it and it's slippery." He muttered insistently.
He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower start. When he came back out he tried to lift me up but I slapped his hand away.
I stood up and when I flinched he grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go till I let him help me walk to the bathroom. I felt pathetic, poor human doesn't heal fast and can't do magic to fix herself. I knew he was thinking it, I just couldn't understand why he wasn't saying it. I looked at his shower and realized he was telling the truth, there were two steps leading down into a huge shower area.
"Turn around and keep your eyes closed."
He smirked a little and it irked me.
"I mean it." I snapped.
I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and let it slide off me to the ground, next came my shorts.
I watched him to make sure he wasn't peaking.
I felt way to exposed.
"Okay I'm ready, but keep your eyes closed."
He turned around and held out his hand for me to take. We didn't talk as he helped me down into the shower.
When I let go of his hands he turned around dutifully.
I turned the shower off when I was done and limped to the edge of the shower.
"Okay, help me back up."
His hand stretched out to me again and I took it as I stepped on the first marble step. I look down at the towel he held in his other hand and my eyes couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants.
I ripped my hand away
"You peeked." I accused grabbing the towel and holding it to my chest.
In my frustration I started to slip on the second step but he opened his eyes and caught me around the waist, pulling me up and out of the shower, flush against his chest.
"I didn't peak."
"Yes you did!" I hissed at him sending a pointed look down to his black pants, he followed my gaze and cleared his throat then looked away from me.
"You're naked, in my shower, I can't help it if my mind wanders." He growled
"I don't believe you."
"If I looked you'd know." He said looking at me again, his eyes dark.
Goosebumps rose on my arms and I was very aware of his arms around me, his muscles tense.
He helped me back to the main area of his room and went to retrieve me more clothes.
"Do you need help getting dressed?" He asked.
Was that hope I sensed behind his words?
"You wish." I said grabbing the black tunic and pants from him.
"You guys don't have bra's here?" I asked sliding them on quickly while his back was turned.
"I prefer you without one." He said, his voice low.
My core was waking up with every tense word between us and I knew I had to get out of here.
"Look, why don't I just go to my room. I promise I'll rest."
He glanced over his shoulder taking in the sight of me clothed in his garment's and swallowed as if something had gotten stuck in his throat.
The implications not lost of either of us, only fueling my desire to get away from him so I could try and sort through the puzzle that my thoughts were.
He sighed before flicking his hand towards the door and drawing the magic back into himself.
I didn't say anything as I left, but I suddenly felt like I could breath again once I was in the hallway.
I decided to take a very slow walk around the palace, my leg ached and burned but I didn't want to go lay in bed. I knew the time would pass way to slow without a tv to occupy my time.
Loki might verbally slay me when he found out, but that would be something future Anna would have to deal with.
I walked the great halls admiring the art and made a right turn entering into a large wing that had multiple hallways leading different places. There were pictures of the royal family carved and painted into the walls and ceilings. I gazed up at them and found Loki among the paintings.
Only this Loki had marked blue skin and red eyes.
What the hell?
Was this supposed to be what his people thought of him? It had to me some type of metaphor.
I was analyzing the picture when a huge boom shook the wing I was in.
I looked around furiously for the cause of the noise, panicking when I heard the screaming. People ran past one of the halls and I held back a scream as I watched a large sword go through a woman's chest.
A tall creature with a mask looked at me from where he had just slain a maid.
I turned to run but my leg wouldn't allow the speed I needed, consequently my hair was grabbed and I was thrown to the ground.
He reached down to grab me but I kicked up and knocked him away from me, I scrambled up and jabbed my fingers into his throat and grabbed the wrist holding the sword. My injured leg swung up on instinct and broke the bone connecting his elbow and wrist. He screamed and dropped his sword. It clattered to the ground a little ways away from us.
My leg screamed in pain as we both scrambled for it. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the sword just as my fingertips brushed it. I screamed in rage and managed to grab the hilt, as the creature grabbed me and pulled me to him, I drove the sword into his chest.
He made a choking sound and fell on top of me.
I groaned in effort and shoved the heavy thing off me and ripped the mask away from his face.
His skin was the palest I'd ever seen, as if no sun ever touched it.
No eyebrows, eyelashes or any kind of hair adorned his face, his lips were thin and almost nonexistent. Ears that were tall and pointy flanked out from the sides of his head, giving a good guess at what he was.
I heard shouting in a gruteral foreign language and looked up to see four other elves stopping in the wing and pointing in my direction.
"Fuck!"
I ripped the sword from the fallen elf's chest and held it ready.
They snarled words at each other as they surrounded me.
My heart felt like it was going to burst from my chest.
"The Human." One spat
"Retrieve Malekith."
An elf nodded and took off down one of the hallways leaving me with the three.
"Drop the weapon!" The largest of the three demanded.
"Yea right." I growled.
They looked between each other and nodded at the smallest one. He charged me without warning and swung his sword at me.
I didn't have training in swordplay but I assumed my main job was to block and not get stabbed. He swung at my feet and I jumped back, when I landed my leg gave out making me fall to my knees.
The elves laughed, the one fighting me kneeled down to me and said something in his native tongue with a smirk.
I reached up and jabbed my finger in his eye as hard as I could, he howled in pain as blood started to drop from between his fingers where he held his face. I used the sword to help me to my feet and used it as leverage to kick the still kneeling elf in the chest, he barreled backwards. My leg screamed to rest but my life was on the line and so I pushed harder.
He swung up while I swung low. My sword caught him across his kneecaps slicing the skin like butter.
My sword was poised to strike him in the chest when I felt an explosion of pain on the back of my head.
My ears rung loudly and I felt like I was going to throw up.
I fell to the ground, the sword clattering to the ground next to me.
I watched helplessly as the largest of them killed the screaming elf on the ground while condemning his failure.
Fear gripped me fully when I realized they were willing to kill their own.
Barbaric monsters, attacking the castle of Asgard.
And I was alone and defenseless.
I started to get up despite the dizziness in my head but was hit again. This time black clouded my vision and I went down like a rock.