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Even the misunderstood villain has an angel at his side. And the drifter has mischief beside her. The people that never belonged in the universe found each other. ~ "This day, the next, a hundred years. It's nothing." The image of a certain golden eyed woman appeared in his face, staring at him with that small smile wrapped in secrets. "You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prized will be snatched from you." The God of Mischief briefly lifted his hands from the tiller, hands crawling up to his neck where the necklace lies. He could still feel the heat from her as she slipped it on him. "A guide to bring you back to me," she told him when he demanded to put it back on her neck. "Afraid of losing me, Angel?" She smiled, fixing an invisible flaw in the armor and met his eyes again, green to gold. A jolt of electricity running through both of them, and an urge to touch his lips to hers tugged at him. "I can't have you, Mischief, running about without a way to find your way back." He didn't say it then, and now he wished he did as soon as the words he told his brother resonated in his head, her laugh echoing through his entire being. In that moment, as they waited for Thor, Loki silently promised he would return to her at any cost and get her out of this cell. "And will that satisfy you?" Thor inquired, his rough voice breaking Loki out of his reverie. Loki grinned, "Satisfaction was never in my nature." ~ Do give this story a chance XD
This is my bargain, you mewling quim
