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The Way Things Were	By : LuciferDragon Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor Views: 2155 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 12
Three days of terse silence passed. Dyre continued learning what she could, keeping to herself as long as possible. She would wait until she knew he was out of the house, looking for more information, to leave the safety of her room to gather food. Over the days, her anger towards his words slowly dissipated the more she thought about them. What other explanation had she expected Loki to give his brother? A flat out confession of adoration? No, she decided as she flipped to a channel she knew played cooking shows, what he had said was exactly what his nature would allow him to say. If asked, she herself would deny any infatuation with the god. Whatever they had had was something to be kept between themselves, not anyone else.
She also knew he was a master at deceit, and though he had promised to stop lying to only her, she couldn't be sure if the promise itself was a lie, or truth. She had seen a fascinating movie only a day prior that surmised his personality perfectly. "You can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for, 'cause you can never predict if they're going to do something incredibly stupid."
As if on clockwork, she heard the front door close, allowing her a chance to slip downstairs. This time though, she began to look around the kitchen for various ingredients, seeing what she could find. She did not end up with much, but just enough to make a dish she cooked with her mother when ingredients were low. She pulled a sharp knife from the chopping block and began dicing an onion she had discovered in the pantry, one of the few fresh things she came up with.
"I had almost forgotten what you looked like."
She jumped and hissed as the knife sliced deep into her finger. Midgardian curses slipped past her tongue as she dropped the weapon. Her head grew woozy as she looked at the deep scarlet. As she looked, another pale set of hands grabbed hers, holding her steady.
"Easy, or you'll bleed all over the counter."
She watched as he used his magic to seal her cut, feeling the skin reconnect with a slight pinch. "Thank you."
"Wash it off and allow me to inspect the wound."
She looked away at the sharp dismissal and did as asked, her meager dinner long forgotten.
"What were you even doing?"
She took a deep breath before turning the water off and facing him, still not used to seeing him in Midgardian clothes, even though he chose to keep them as fine as possible. "A sort of apology. We don't have much to work with, so I had to improvise. A lot."
He gave a short laugh, but smiled all the same. "I see. Though I don't see much that you need to apologize for."
"Surely you jest. I left you alone for three days after snapping at you. You did not deserve it. You are here to look after me, despite how much you hate it here."
"As true as that is, I shouldn't have referred to you as less than what you are." His smile had long faded. "I have had plenty of time to think while you stayed in your room. Due to what I said, I believe I owe you an apology, which I will do by taking you into town. We don't really have enough to make anything appropriate here. Not that I would trust to ingest." At her narrowed eyes, he added, "I don't trust the ingredients, I never said I didn't trust your preparations."
She arched a brow. "Loki, I'm supposed to be in hiding. I can't go into town. If Malak is here, he'll recognize me instantly. I don't doubt he followed my father to make sure I existed."
"Which we will remedy easily. You have magic. I will teach you your first lesson."
"Which is?"
"Disguise." He lightly held one of her blonde locks. "It is easy enough. Focus on your source of power, whatever drives your abilities. Then, focus on whatever you want to change. For now, start with your hair. Whatever color you would like to change it to."
Dyre gave him a skeptical look, but attempted what he said. She focused on the ever-present anger, feeling the energy course through her veins. She tried shifting the energy to her scalp, a color set in her mind. She closed her eyes, intensifying her focus. At his chuckle, she opened her eyes, seeing him holding, not blonde locks, but black. She felt a rush of excitement. "I don't believe this."
"One simple spell learned. Hundreds more to go." He inspected the hair in his hand. "Tell me, what inspired you to pick black?"
"I was never happy with blonde, honestly. I thought I would try the opposite shade." She met his challenging grin. "I may have had a bit of inspiration." The smile faded. "How did you learn all your tricks? If I remember correctly, it was from the woman Amora."
The mirth in his gaze faded and he dropped the locks, moving away from her. "Get dressed. Something nice."
She watched him leave the kitchen, wondering where he was disappearing too. She also wondered what had happened with his past interactions with the witch that had left a bad taste in his life. Her intentions long forgotten, she returned to her room to sift through the pile of clothes she had put away in the closet, attempting to find the nicest thing she could.

The two wandered the dark paths of a nearby park, working off the dinner they had had. The tension that had been building over the past three days finally subsided, leaving them laughing at the other's jokes, feeling their status of just friends return. Loki taught her mild tricks and let her loose on the couples trying to be romantic in the park, grinning when she was able to set a flock of ducks on a pair kissing by the pond. He watched as the two ran past with ducks at their heels, seeing Dyre holding her sides in laughter. The look suited her, he thought. She had found a dark green dress that ended right above her knees for the night, which made her newly dyed locks look even more enticing.
"Now I see why you do this. This is much more fun than anything I've ever done, including providing you with ideas for mischief." She leaned against a nearby tree, looking for any other potential targets for practice. "What else do you have to teach me, Master?"
A strong rush of desire washed over him just at the title, though the hooded smirk she was giving wasn't helping either. "Be careful with what you say."
"Oh? I wasn't aware I said anything out of the ordinary." Her smile said otherwise.
He pressed her against the tree, a soft growl leaving his throat. "You know exactly what you said. Don't play coy with me."
"Mm, and why can't I, Master?"
A thread of control snapped and he pressed her back harder, not caring that she gasped due to the bark biting into her skin. "You're being exceedingly disobedient. Disobedience needs to be punished." He claimed her lips possessively, loving the moan of desire that left her. He knew any passing human could see them, and if they did, he'd see them burned alive.
He could feel her fingers snaking through his short locks, tugging just the way they both were learning he liked. He let out a hissing growl and moved just enough to bite her lower lip gently, eliciting a gasp from her. As he did so, he narrowed his eyes and stopped everything, taking in their surroundings.
She pouted and tried to start it back up, but he held her firm. It was then she noticed something was wrong. "Loki?"
"It wasn't this dark when we got here."
Dyre looked around, seeing the lamplights were dimmed a lot more than they were a few minutes ago. "It wasn't me…"
"Nor I." He gently removed her from the tree, his gaze darting around them. "We need to leave."
"Where is the fun in that?"
They both turned to the voice, seeing a tall figure with a heavy hood over his eyes.
"I've come to collect my winnings."
Dyre moved to stand behind Loki a bit, who summoned a staff to his side. "Malak…"
The figure chuckled and removed his hood, revealing the dark elf. Just as most of his people before him, he had pale white hair, though he had brilliant turquoise eyes. "I want no trouble. I'm only here to collect what is rightfully mine. I did win her fair and square."
"You were supposed to win a virgin woman," Loki said with a sneer. "She is not anymore."
"Yes, tainted by you, given the scent. However, since the terms were not met on Andren's end, I can do as I like to make the debt fulfilled." He motioned to Dyre. "Come along, Pet. We have business to attend to."
Loki felt her hand grip the back of his shirt. "Run to the car, return to the safehaven. Call for Heimdall."
"I'm not leaving you—"
"Do as I say," he hissed before launching at Malak, catching the elf off guard, slamming the staff into his stomach.
Dyre didn't argue again as Malak began a retaliation. She slipped on a wet patch of grass but righted herself, ducking into the brush to keep out of sight. It didn't dawn on her until she reached the entrance of the park that she had no idea how to operate the car. Frantically, she paced on the spot, looking up to the sky. "Heimdall! We need help! I know you can see us!" She didn't care that the few passing people stared at her. Her fear was mounting in her stomach, consuming all the anger she had used in her magic. Thunder sounded overhead, startling her. She looked up, seeing the electrical storm grow brighter, more violent.
Thor was coming, but he probably wouldn't make it in time.
She tried to grasp on to the anger she felt before, finding it difficult. She concentrated, fusing together every horrible thing that had happened so far, soon finding herself in a heated rage. She held on to the emotion and manifested it into a physical ball of energy. She was satisfied, but immediately felt the effects on her body. Not caring, she ran back to where she had left Loki, finding him holding his own against the elf. However, he wasn't doing so with ease. She summoned balls of energy to her palms and threw them at Malak, both missing him by inches.
The elf looked up from their fighting, a smirk emerging on his face. "She is a feisty one, isn't she?"
"I belong to no one, you arrogant man!" She tried making another energy ball, but couldn't completely. It was too taxing. She forced herself to as Loki took Malak's attention once again. She threw it, hearing the elf cry out in agony. Her vision grew hazy as a loud crash of thunder sounded very close by. She could hear Thor give out a battle cry, as well as the voices of the Warriors Three and Lady Sif, despite how faint they sounded.
The last thing she could remember was a pair of strong arms hefting her up, and an order to get her to safety.
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