As soon as she reached the end of this never-ending hall(or what seemed like it) the woman was pushed into a room and the door what shut and locked behind her.

It was cold.

Cold for only having a silky blue sheet to cover herself with.

Suddenly, reality struck. It struck like lighting and set aflame fear in her fragile body. Candles were lit on several surfaces, such as a dresser and a nightstand on either side of the bed. She strained her eyes, trying to make out the other features of the room. 

A door stood on the across the chambers from her, one she assumed led to a washroom. Golden armor laid askew across the floor, where a golden, horned helm sat. The armor looked as if it would make the person wearing it quite menacing, but then again, it most likely belonged to Loki, who already sent shivers down the woman's spine. Humming quietly, she made her way over to the bed. Green sheets, wooden posts at the corners of the bed. Two pillows laid at the head of the bed, lonely while the sheets had been kicked to the side. Then a minty smell filled her head, making her sway slightly. 

It was his scent.

Loki's.

The female wrapped the blue fabric around her body like a towel, tying it so it would stay put and crawled into the bed. His scent comforted her thoughts, and his blankets warmed her body as she pulled them up to her chin, sinking into the bed.

Soon, all thoughts fled from her mind and sleep washed over her.

Suddenly, in a matter of what seemed to be minutes, the woman was awoken by the sound of the door being slammed shut. Her eyes fluttered open to see the silhouetted figure of Loki. He looked slightly pissed off as he threw the helm to the side of the room. His finely sculpted features had cuts and bruises, as well as a gash on his right calf. 

Little were his concerns of the woman who slowly sat up in the bed, as he stripped himself of the heavy gold armor in which covered him. Quickly tossing the plates to the side, Loki collapsed down at the end of the bed, nearly landing on the woman's feet. His tunic came untucked from his trousers, riding up and exposing his stomach. The female felt a blush creep across her cheeks as she studied the God's perfectly toned muscles in his abdomen. Loki began to move his legs, but then gave a sudden and quiet cry of pain. He sat up, clutching his leg where the gash spread across his pale skin, seen only through the tear in his pants.

"M'Lord... I.." The woman crawled over to him and gently moved the fabric of his pants away from the wound, "If you wish... I-I would be willing to dress the wound for you..."

She glanced up at him, hoping he would accept. Loki's breathing was deep and he was hunched over, completely bent out of shape as he slowly nodded, giving her permission.

"Thank you, M'lord..." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as she jumped up, grasping the blue fabric around herself and running to the bathroom to find the items she needed.

As soon as her warm lips left the God's cheek, he touched the spot and his eyes followed her to the bathroom. Quickly, she came back, a soft smile spred across her lips as she sat down next to him on the bed. Kneeling down in front of him, she began to wrap his calf, making sure not to squeeze too hard and hurt him.

 Suddenly, Loki hissed in pain, "Don't wrap my leg so tight, Woman!" He growled, his grip on the edge of the bed tightening.

She straightened up, her head bowing slightly as she rewrapped the last few inches, before tying off the bandage.

"There you are, M'Lor-" She began, only to be cut off by a slightly enraged Loki.

"You are to call me by my name!!" He sounded more hurt than anything, but it scared the female all the same.

He grabbed her by the neck and threw her onto the bed, the fabric slipping from her body. A whimper escaped her throat and he smirked, towering above her on the bed.

"You either call me 'Loki', or 'Master', AM I CLEAR?!" He yelled and she sunk lower into the bed, as his hands came down on her wrists, pinning her to the bed.

"I-I'm sorry......L-Loki..." She stumbled across her words.

He let go of her wrists, throwing them against the bed and flopped down next to her, his chest heaving. They laid in silence, not making a sound in fear of a fight and soon, the woman fell asleep. Loki, however, stayed awake for longer, contemplating the sleeping woman next to him. She was something new and different for him. Something he was going to have to learn to cope with. Suddenly, the God of Mischief was drifting off into a slumber as well.

//So that was an interesting chapter... ehehee...

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Just bear with me for right now. I know it might not seem very eventful as of right now, but I'm hoping that it will get better.

Fingers crossed!! xD