Loki's Angel

Chapter 22

*Isabella's point of view*

"Ok, thor, what should we get loki?" I ask him as we walk down main street. We are getting lots of stares from other people, but we are used to it.

"I think we should get him something that will stay cold forever, because of his frost giant heritage." He says.

"Good idea, so maybe like an everlasting ice pack?"

"Sure."

"Any other ideas?"

"Nope."

"I have one!" I say.

I steer him into (what a lot of people would consider to be) a nerd store.

"Why are we in here?" Thor asks, scanning the shelfs.

"Looking for a loki action figure or something."

"Ok, I can do that." He skips off.

I sigh and go to the left side of the store. On the shelfs, there were stacks upon stacks of funko pops. I grumble as I start to shift through them.

"LADY BELLA!!" I hear thor yell.

"What now, thor?" I say, keeping my eyes on the shelfs.

"I HAVE FOUND MYSELF!"

"that's great, thor, but try to help find loki."

The store clerk walks up to me, "you guys are looking for loki merch?"

"Uhm, yes we are..." I say, taking a step backward.

"Follow me." He says, motioning to a back room. 

"Uhmm...thor?" I squeak, hoping he will hear me, "come with me?"

Thor looks at the clerk, then back at me. I'm sweating buckets and my heart is pounding. This guy is giving off bad vibes. And did it suddenly get colder in here?

"Yes, lady bella, I shall come with you." Thor answers.

The clerk spins around and says, "come." And he walks toward the back room.

We follow.

The metal door is opened and we step inside. Its chilly and I shiver.

"Here." Thor says, handing me his jacket.

"Thank you." I whisper.

"Not a problem lady bel-"

"Thor?" I say, not taking my eyes off of the clerk.

"Thor!?"

"THOR!??!"

I whip around and he is gone. Poof, vanished.

I step back, anxiety threatening to spill over the edges and engulf me.

I hit something. It's cold.

I yelp and jump forward. I slowly turn around, keeping my eyes on the ground.

"Isabella." Someone says.

I look up, my legs trembling.

Standing above me is a blue person. What I can only assume to be a frost giant.

I scream and rush toward the door.

I get frozen in my tracks. Literally. My feet are stuck to the floor.

"Shit shit shit." I whisper to myself, trying to get free.

"Now, now, do you kiss my son with that mouth?" The frost giant asks.