The force of the blow as her back hits the hard, cold stone wall knocks all the air out of her lungs, as her eyes close for a second. As she opens her cornflower blue eyes again, she manages to take a sharp intake of air, as her heart skips a beat inside her chest, as her gaze is met by cool, inquisitive, sea green orbs. He smirks down at her as he stands in front of her, a foot of space between the two of them. Nerves swarm inside her chest like angry bees as the younger, mischievous Prince gazes at her intently.
“Such a curious creature.”
His voice is cool, calm and quiet as he speaks, tilting his head to the side a little; his short black hair stays slicked back neatly. He inches forward a little.
“I’ve been watching you from afar.”
He tilts his head the other way.
“And I know you’ve been watching me.”
He smirks at the faint, pale pink blush that begins to powder her cheeks, as she diverts her gaze away from his for a moment. He lets out a dry chuckle. He brings his gaze to her hair; cut short so that it frames her face perfectly, a fringe that falls neatly to the side of her face. But what was most unusual, was her hair colour; a ruby red that shines in the moonlight.
“Such an unusual colour.”
He raises a hand, and lets his fingertips barely touch the colourful strands, before dropping his hand back down. His gaze drops to her eyes again; beautiful blue orbs that stare intently back up at him, full of curiosity, innocence and fear. But Loki senses something else in those eyes of hers; masked and hidden well, but he sees it.
“Do you have a name?” he asks, inching even closer to her.
She pushes herself further against the wall.
Her voice though quiet, is strong as she speaks. He half smiles, nodding his head, as he repeats her name inside of his head.
“And I take it, you know who I am?”
Carmen nods her head, knowing perfectly well who he was, her heart fluttering inside of her chest.
“Well? Who am I then?” he inquires, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Your Loki . . . son of Odin and Frigga, brother of Thor.”
Carmen’s voice wavers a little with apprehension as she speaks. Loki smiles to her a moment, before the smile drops from his face. She flinches as he pushes his body up against hers; his fist and forearm slam into the wall just by her head.
“Don’t think I have not noticed your lingering gazes.”
Loki speaks in a low, hushed, dark tone.
“That look in your eyes that you keep so well hidden . . . but I see it.”
Loki tilts his head again to the side, watching her carefully. Her eyes are wide a second as she looks up at him, embarrassed at the thought of being caught staring, before her gaze drops to the ground once more. She tenses for a second, as she feels his other hand sneakily land on the top of her thigh.
“Many maidens have set their lingering gazes upon me. But none have ever caught my eye . . . except for you.”
Carmen is sure her heart stops a second; she raises her gaze again, and looks at him questioningly. He stares back at her a moment, before speaking again.
“I want you . . . and I always get what I want.”
Carmen’s heart races inside of her chest as he moves even closer, his grip tightening on her thigh, as he moves his face closer to hers; she holds her breath at having his face so close to hers. His forearm slides down the wall, as he presses his hand flat against the wall by her head. He moves his face to the side of hers; his lips close to her ear.
"I will be the first man to kiss you; to bed you.”
His voice is dark, quiet and husky as he speaks into her ear, his hand moving from the top of her thigh, to the inside of her leg. Carmen’s head falls back against the wall, as her mind starts to run wild. Without thinking, her hands raise and grip at lightly at his clothing.
“Whether you come willingly, or not.”
He hand raises up slightly higher on the inside of her thigh, before stopping. He ghosts his mouth near her neck and jawline, his lips barely touching her skin. Her eyes slip closed a moment; his assertive and dark voice both scares and arouses her. The feel of his lips skimming against her skin, sends a chill down her spine and goose bumps raise upon her skin.
“You will be mine and mine alone, do you understand?"
Carmen opens her eyes a second as Loki ends with a question. He turns his face towards her. Carmen slowly nods her head, unable to form words. Loki smirks, satisfied with her response, as well as her actions.
“Good,” he responds.
She opens her eyes, as he moves his face and he gazes at her once again, still smirking. His lips linger ever so temptingly close to hers; so teasingly close. Loki feels an urge inside of him, to just close the distance, and capture her soft, inviting lips with his. Carmen’s eyes begin to slip closed again, as Loki lets his lips briefly touch hers for a second, before pulling away and moving back a little, his hands dropping back to his sides.
Carmen’s eyes fly open, as she lets out a breath she had been holding, and she focuses her gaze back to Loki. He smiles to her, tilting his head up a little.
“You better run along dear,” Loki speaks voice calm and collected, as he stares at her, though his heart hums a little stronger in his chest.
“I expect my mother is wondering where her maiden has gotten to.”
Carmen feels herself deflate a little as she nods her head in understanding before glancing down. She pushes herself away from the wall, and runs her hands down her robes, before looking back up to Loki, who stares back at her, with a slight smile upon his face. Carmen glances down again.
“Of course,” she speaks quietly.
She looks up again.
“Good evening sir.”
She gives a slight curtsey and goes to turn and walk in the direction she had originally been walking in. She only took three steps, before a strong hand gripped her upper arm and pulled her back, turning her at the same time. Before she had time to react, Loki’s lips firmly captured her lips in a soft kiss. Her eyes remain open in shock for a second, heart skipping a beat, before falling closed.
Loki raises a hand and runs the back of his cool, slender fingers against the soft skin of her cheek. After a moment, Loki breaks the kiss. Carmen open’s her eyes and stares up at him. Loki smirks, a glint of mischief and charm sparkles in his eyes a moment, before he lets go of her arm, takes a few steps back, before turning and walking away in the opposite direction.
Carmen stares at his retreating back for a moment, before smiling and raising a hand and touching her lips with her fingers. She looks off to the side for a moment, before looking back to see he had vanished round a corner. She turns around, and slowly starts to walk once again, as her mind begins to wander elsewhere.