"I love how this sounds all dramatic, but it’s just the chorus from Imagine dragons song, Demons."
"I don’t." Loki said, a somewhat wicked smirk on his face. "But a dead prisoner is no prisoner at all, so I can’t afford that right now. Either you eat on your own, or I will have to make you."
The girl was stubborn indeed and he both hated and enjoyed stubborn prisoners. Now, he would be the one to pay her a little visit. The God made his way down the stairs and to the basement where the cell level was, already knowing where she was. Crossing his arms over his chest, Loki looked down at her at the other side of the bars. “So, I’ve heard you haven’t been eating at all. You know that is very foolish of you, right?”
Rebecca smiled in gratitude as Loki secured her bags for her. Before he mounted Sleipnir, she surreptitiously trailed her fingers across his back. “Thank you,” she murmured into his ear, and then turned to hoist herself up onto her own saddle.
"Klar?" she echoed curiously, watching stallion and master with admiration. They both shared a language all of their own; a bond she was unintentionally jealous of. If only Mirage could understand her in the same way… Asgardian horses were, at least in that sense, superior. She knew she had questioned Loki on his beautiful language before - she had even had to bare her own ignorance whilst he had spoken to Sigyn in the same manner. She had not known what it was he had said to her… perhaps she did not truly want to know.
A small nod and a smile curved the edge of his thin lips when he felt her hand on his back and the soft whisper of her voice over his ear. “Anything for you.” Loki responded, winking her way as she mounted Mirage. He heard as she repeated the words he spoke to Sleipnir, seeing the curiosity written in her eyes. That was another of the seemingly endless traits that he enjoyed of Rebecca, her curios mind, always wanting to learn more. It reminded him so much of his own.
"Klar." He repeated, looking back at her. "It means ‘ready’ in english." The God smirked as Sleipnir started to galope. "Once we reach Asgard, I can begin to teach you and you can read all the books you wish, all the stories of the worlds lost to this realm." The two of them made their way through the woods and Loki kept on telling her all of the wonders that awaited her in Asgard and the cold yet beautiful sights of the world he was to become King. With her by his side. The thought was pretty much the only thing that somehow gave him all the strength and determination he needed to carry on with all of this.
Soon, they reached his palace where some of the remaining guards he had awaited them. The trickster instructed the men to take Rebecca’s things and place them over at his garden where everything was ready for their departure. Dismounting Sleipnir, he walked over to Mirage and helped the black haired beauty down of her gorgeous mare. “I have to conjure your belongings first and then we follow. I have the garden set up for the spell since the Bifrost is yet to be finished with the reconstruction.” The God of mischief explained to her while they made their way through the palace halls for the last time. He didn’t even look back though, because honestly the only thing he would miss of this place was Rebecca’s own house, where those beautiful moments between them took place.
((HELLO I am hopefully back! xD and thank you so much lovely anon!))
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