Just totally amazing! I’m pretty sure this is one of the best Damons out there! :D
Damon was unsure but all of a sudden he was feeling ballsy towards the god. It was like a powerful wave came and just struck him with no warning at all. “If you hate this than how do you feel that I turned a human into one of my own? A innocent teenager. I turned just over the mere fact that he punched me for drinking his blood. Yep, if it wasn’t for my brother he could have killed his father, his entire family even. Tell me, how does that make you feel sir?”
Oh, Damon what had he gotten himself into? He really should think before he opened his big mouth but all of sudden he didn’t care what the god thought about him, his life style, or the lives he choose to take. It was really none of his concern anyway. “Wait.. why are you here exactly? Aw, did daddy stop lovin’ you? Did they kick you out? Poor thing. There is a orphanage not to far from here for ugly things like yourself.”
Damon cocked his head to the side a demonic and almost inhumane laugh soon escaped from his lips and entered into the air. Damon was not at all effected by his little magic trick. When he turned around to see the illusion, it was gone, than he turned his sights back to Loki. “Come on man. That was cheap. Work on your magic a little more.”
Loki’s emerald eyes narrowed dangerously when the guy started to push it a little too far. Just a minute or two ago, he was being all careful and now, he’s going all daring? It was clear to the God now this vampire was very impulsive and that was probably one of his own weaknesses. Maybe he could use that to his own advantage now. A little smirk got to the edge of his lips at that thought.
“Do you honestly believe acting all tough and impulsive will get you anywhere?” Loki walks up closer to him in a casual manner. “Or is this whole act a way to cover up for all of the errors you have done?” He says, standing much closer to him now, looking him right in the eye though for a moment, he was looking right into the dead man’s very soul. “Damon.” The trickster lets out, smirking.
“Or is it because someone broke your poor little vampire heart? So you decide to shut it all off because emotions are too strong for you.” Suddenly, his hand lashes out to grab Damon’s neck, sliding it up a little to grasp his chin. “Poor little Damon. Too weak to handle a little heart break, hm? Or wait… Maybe it’s the fact that your younger brother always seems to get the girl?” With one chuckle, Loki’s hand tightened even more to the point of almost breaking the vampire’s jaw before throwing him to the pavement, crushing the ground underneath from the force he used.
“I am indeed new to this place. I am willing to make a little deal. Take me to wherever you live and I won’t keep using you as a rag doll to toss around as I wish.” He shrugged, looking down at Damon. “Who knows. Maybe I can even help you with some of your problems. Having a God by your side surely could have its benefits.”
He looked at her as she searched, half surprised that the one they sent was a woman. But well, females do things better a lot of times than males, especially the kind of task that he had in mind for her.
“The pleasure is all mine.” The God said, walking forward and out of the shadows hiding him. Walking up closer to her, Loki reached out and took her hand, softly kissing the back of it in a greeting.
“And what is your name?” He asked with his smooth voice.
The woman watched the god emerge and smiled at his kiss, slipping her hand from his and back to her side as she replied to his question. “I am Elaya.”
She bowed her head slightly at him in a sign of respect. “You have hired me for a purpose. Shall we talk on it? Please do not think of me as a killer, but rather as a companion. You can be comfortable in my presence - I do not tell secrets, even if my occupation had allowed it.”
Elaya’s smile turned coy. “I am at your command.”
“Hm, Elaya.” Loki smirked, raising a hand up to the side of her face, emerald eyes narrowing slightly at the last thing she said. His finger moved down to her chin for a few seconds, tilting her head gently to the side, as if inspecting her.
“Very well.” Then he moved away from her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I have hired you because I believe there are certain someones going on my back and as I’m sure you can understand, that is not acceptable. So here you are, to make sure my suspicions are correct and also, to make something about it.”
Loki leaned back against the wall, looking at her. “Do you think you can do something about that?”
Loki chuckled lightly when the girl pushes away from him and he raised his hands up mockingly, taking a step back. “I know you don’t, silly mortal.” The God said. walking up to the window and looking out. He enjoyed these sights because it reminded him of the times he had come to this realm. He had been a little kid when he had done so, had played around in those very same mountains with Thor while Odin had contact with some of the Norwegian elders.
He looked back at her when she recognized her, a smirk on his face. “That’s right. Loki the God of mischief, at your service.” He bowed his head in a mocking way, walking back over to her. “And you, are going to stay with me. At least until I get what I want.”
For a while it looked like Loki’s mind drifted away, like he was memorizing something, but Carmen wasn’t sure about what she saw. She rolled her eyes at his mocking attitude, “You can’t even imagine how thrilled I am… God.” She said back to him and kept her gaze at him when he moved closer to her.
“So basically you are using me to get what you want?” She said voice full of despise. “Well… I can tell you that it is never gonna work. My brother and especially SHIELD wouldn’t never trade something so valuable to get me.” She said and realized that it might be true. Like when their parents died, Tony left her in foster home. She was only four years old and Tony almost twenty. When she was free to leave her foster home at age of eighteen, Tony wanted to make up what he done by taking her live with him and giving her half of the Stark Industries.
“…but if you ain’t gonna bring me back, can you even tell me where we are, where I sleep and where I can get warmer clothes? It is a bit chilly here.” She asked trying to sound friendly. “I really didn’t have time to pack for this trip…” She continued trying to warm up her hands at the same time.
The God groaned out a little in annoyance when she started asking questions and acting all friendly. This is one of the many reasons why he hated humans so much. Always friendly, compassionate and demanding things as if they have the rights to do so.
“Since I’m not in the mood to stand a stubborn human, I’ll tell you.” Loki walked over to the couch in the middle of the living room, trying to roll his shoulders but he hissed out in pain when he couldn’t. Apparently, his shoulder was dislocated. “We’re in Norway. A place where an old family of vikings used to live.” He raised his not dislocated arm up, pointing to the hallway. “Next room to the right, there’s a bedroom. I’m sure you’ll find the clothes you need. Now, do go to another room and leave me be.”
The God said, touching his shoulder with his hand, groaning a little. He was weak on magic right now so the spell needed to perform a mending cure couldn’t be done unless he wanted to pass out. Of course, that wasn’t an option at all. So he’ll just have to do this the old fashioned way.
Eyes widen and he just stares at her afte she kissed him. “…Sif… This does not happen again.”
(Source: godfangs)
