She wasn’t expecting the invitation, or even his attention for that matter. Her heart picks up the pace as he mentions his room, knowing exactly what goes on behind closed doors. “Lead the way, sir.” she nods intently.
She allows Loki to lead the way to his room, making it seem as inconspicuous to any by-passers they may encounter. As he walks, she watches his confident stride, the way his shoulders sway, hands relaxed at his side. Loki is in his element. She feels small in comparison to him, his power exuding.
Freedom and Loki weren’t often words used in the same sentence, let alone the same breath. But freedom looked good on him, and Loki knew it. He knew most people could sense his power, but he never truly gave an honest answer about just how powerful he was. Finally having freedom, the ability to do as he wished as long as he didn’t cause any trouble for earth, put the god at ease for the first time in years. “You’re an innocent little thing, aren’t you?” he asked, pausing as he reached the door to his chambers. Head tilting so that a few black strands fell into his face, he held out his hand for her to take.
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