When Darkness Falls - LOKI - Book One (Editing)

35. Sanity

     "You know I knew Loki had a sharp tongue, but I never realized he had the ability to persuade my future wife into bed with him." He chuckled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You can spin this however you like Athelia, but I know you can't stand there and tell me that it wasn't real. You're a good fighter, but a very bad liar."

    She knew he was right. Every word that came from his plush lips were of truth, but she couldn't let him know that. Not when she was close.

     "I promised your mother I would do whatever it took and if a small moment of one sided passion opened a door to his mind, then I would do it again. I keep my promises, Thor. Just as I promised you I wouldn't do anything to risk my throne."

     "Yet you let him ravage you like a wild animal."

     "There was no ravaging Thor," she seethed, knowing very well that was exactly how you would describe it. "I've been building a relationship with your brother for weeks. I need him to trust me. The stronger the trust, the stronger the bind. It makes it easier to access whatever is hidden from me and it was working until you showed up."

     "If I wouldn't have showed up, you'd be lying naked in bed with right now."

     She laughed and her words escaped her quicker than brain processed them. "Maybe I would have, not that it is any of your business."

     "I'm fairly certain getting on with my brother is my business," he said.

     "Why? Because we're getting married? We've already been down this road. I don't love you. You don't love me. Our marriage is based on nothing more than your father's obsession with power. He could have said no to my father and left me to die on my planet, but he didn't, because he wants what my people have and he knows if he tried to take it from me their would be bloodshed. So the next time you want to talk to me about ethical approaches, talk to your father who is practically whoring you out for power."

     "Athelia-"

     "No," she snapped at him. "Despite what your little Lady Siff believes she heard, I can assure you that she was wrong. I know she is desperate to gain your favor, but slandering my name is outright ridiculous."

     "So you dont?"

     "Don't what?"

     "Love him."

     "You watched him push his dagger into my throat and knock me across the room," she laughed, nearly hysterical. "Did that look like love to you? How many times do I have to tell you that I would not do anything to -"

    "Threaten your throne. Yes, I'm aware."

    "And your brother is the heir to Jotunheim, not Asgard. Is he not?"

    "His birthright means nothing when it comes to the throne. If something were to happen to me, he would ascend."

    "And what?" She scoffed. "You think I am conspiring with your brother? You think I would try to harm you and take Loki as my king?" She walked towards him slowly as he contemplated her words, not really know if she were truly capable of such a thing. "What do I have to do to prove to you that your brother is nothing more then a task?"

     Thor stood inches away from her as she glared up at him, her heart racing through her chest. She prayed he wouldn't notice that she was holding on to her sanity by a thread as she spewed lie after lie, making him feel guilty for being right. She was capable of many things, but she never thought it would be something like this.

     She cared for Thor in a way unlike others. It wasn't romantic or seductive like Loki or familial like Freya, but it was a connection none the less. They were two souls desperate to go different ways, but brought together by one force. A force neither of them could fight.

     "Take this," he said as he pulled the stone necklace from around his had an unfastened it. It took her a moment to realize what he was doing, but her heart sank as he slipped the ring from it and placed it back around his neck.

     He held the ring out to her and she sucked in her bottom lip. Everything about this felt wrong, but she took the ring from him slowly and slid it up her finger. It felt awkward against her skin and she turned her hand every which she possibly could trying to find an angle worth admiration, but even though it was dainty, it still looked odd on her short finger.

     "It suits you," he said as he held her hand as he did back in the cavern. She half expected him to kiss the ring once again, but instead he pulled her close to him and his free hand twirled a piece of her hair. "I meant what I said when I gave you this the first time and mean it even more now. I don't believe their is good left in my brother, but for you to risk everything to help him, means more than you'll ever know."

     Her stomach twisted as he stepped forward, closing the space between them. She did her best not to cringe or pull away but his hands on her skin felt felt cold and uncomfortable. She swallowed hard knowing what he was about to do, but she knew if she tried to stop it, it would only look as if Siff's truth was right and maybe it was.

     Maybe she did love Loki and she would do anything to keep him safe until she found away to free him, even if it meant her lies left her naked next to the wrong man for a just a little while.