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"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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You were silent, thinking. The tv echoed in the back of your mind. Finally you came to conclusion with yourself. Getting up, you placed the remote back to it's original place. Sighing you turned to her, your mismatching eyes staring at her. Placing your body next to her, your lips opened up.

"I thought you knew well enough..." You said slowly, "that I really want you."

"I don't just have anyone for company. As for you, I didn't know where you stood so I haven't pursued for anything ... yet." Your eyes twinkling with mischief. You didn't blame her. Sure you weren't exactly the most forward guy. Hard to decipher but once you opened up, you were quite simple. Truth be told, if she was just any other women, Loki- that is marko - would have gotten rid of her. You were a picky kind of person. Your choices were always specific for a purpose. And your reason for being with her was very plain. You needed her, you wanted her, you were growing attached to her. Like a lost puppy, you found someone who would accept you and understand you.

Deciding to prove to both her and yourself, you leaned in. The palm of your hand rested against her cheek. And right then and there, you placed your lips against hers, meeting each other with soft and sweet tenderness. You didn't want to let go, getting more aggressive by the second. Indulgence and something else. Like? Love? You didn't know but you enjoyed it.

In your mind, you kept refraining from going further You didn't want to push her, you didn't want to do something that she wasn't comfortable with at that moment. Since the time she had left her agency, she had turned weaker and more delicate. But you were sure, certain, that she would pick herself up. No matter where she was, she would always be a diamond in the rust.

Parting your lips from hers, "Do i have to say anymore?"

Honestly. You were infatuated but he left that as a mystery. In the back of your mind, you cowardly thought about things. What if she wasn't interested, what if she didn't feel sparks. You were scared to consider the consequences.
 
Amaterasu Ono​
She was a white rosé painted red. Pretending to be pure. Pretending to be good.​
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The loss of breath. The kiss that left her breathless. It all brought memories back. The nostalgia of the nights he spent in her home. Before the agency betrayed her. Before the misunderstanding arrangements. Before their seperation. Before when he was just her enemy. She remembered so clearly the first time he spent the night, when they divulged into a night of lust. He was forbidden to her and it made it so much more exciting to meet him in her bed at nights with the wish to kill him in the morning. The first night was not about love, not about emotions. It was a raw lust for satisfaction, a mutual curiosity that needed to be fulfilled. The feel of his skin against hers, the blissful moans. It was night of pure sin for them to over analyze and over think in the morning to come. She remembered the comfort she felt with his body, the feeling of being so perfectly fit. Matched in every way, intellect, aggressiveness, lust. She felt a comfort she had never felt with any other man.

That's just it. She needed him to remind her. She wanted him to remind her of their first night. She needed him to show her that she wasn't the only one feeling at loss. She needed to know she wasn't the only one feeling the uncontrollable lust for him. She needed him to show her that she was as perfect for him as he was for her. Her eyes glossed over with a happiness and shine. Her lips curved into a pretty smile. She reached up, her hand grazing his cheek softly. She met the familiar colored eyes with her own strong hazel eyes.

"No. No, you've said enough." Her hands slipped to the back of his neck and brought him closer as their lips met again. A satisfied breath released as she deepened the kiss, before pulling away. She opened her eyes and met his, her eyes glossed in a haze of emotions. Her cheeks were a blush of pink and her lips a ripe red. "Loki Knight. Marko. I want you. All of you. Whoever you are, whatever you did. I want it all. You belong to me now. You can't run away..."

She wanted him to know. That now that her affection was known, it wouldn't be hide. She needed him to know, that she was no longer playing a game. She knew what she wanted. It was him. The agency had wrong her, her closest friend betrayed her. Loki was the only one who sought out her revenge. He sought her out. He become everything she once hated and now....loved.
 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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Every single touch they shared was like igniting wood on fire. Blazing like the shining sun. You were beyond satisfied to see that she returned the mutual feelings. You remembered the first night together. Wandering across uncharted territory and enjoying the sensation of sagacious smells and touches. You craved that feeling. How you wanted to hold her in your arms and keep her there forever. Relentless. To be always yours. When your world was dark and lonely, you found yourself someone different. And this woman proved to be more than unique. She had proved herself to be your equal when no one else was.

"And I would gladly stay, I would run from you. Simply run with you." You said softly, grinning as you found her face red. Adorable and cute yea? Different from her usual cool demeanor where expressions and emotions were hidden below the surface. It was refreshing.

You grasped her around her waist, her the scent of her sweet skin, the silkiness of her hair. You lusted for more, more, MORE. Your hands were locked around her body, refusing to let her get away. You wanted to do so many things but resisted. Tried very hard to resist.

"I think you've tempted me to the extent. I can't stop myself anymore." A devilish smirk painted on your face, a tone of accusation fell between each and every word.

Before the two knew it, you were on top of her, lips moving across the nape of her neck. For a split second you were hesitant but brushed it aside. You didn't care anymore. If she didn't realize it yet, she had you wrapped around her finger. And like a sinner you were, you gave into her whims. You did everything you could to please her. Like a servant to a master, you were willing to serve her until the very end. Just to see her blissful and content.

Eventually you laid on the bed as her arms were wrapped around your torso. Her head fit perfectly into your shoulder as if it was the missing puzzle piece. Your eyes stared at hers, almost like a captivated little bird. The warmth besides her body calmed your heartbeat. You were relaxed.

"Mhmm so do I call you girlfriend or what?" You stated humorously, "though girlfriend seems too little in meaning."

 
Amaterasu Ono​
She was a white rosé painted red. Pretending to be pure. Pretending to be good.​
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His breath was warm on her skin. His lips brushed against her body, knowing each place touched, educated on her every pleasure spot. With each kiss, each touch, she felt herself rewinding to the days were they were just experimenting. Where she was teaching him her soft spots and she was exploring his. She touched every scar, explored them and knew them well. She asked questions and he answered only when they were applicable. But she understood. She knew scars. She knew the damage of them and she knew the pain of their story. She knew some were an exciting race-the-clock tale and then others were a damaged secret. She knew he saw her scars as well. He touched them, kissed them, traced them, but never said a word. He knew the danger that came with asking. He understood well enough the anger that came with knowing. He would never ask her because he knew she would never answer.

She knew he knew she turned her neck to the right when he tried to kiss it. She knew he knew there was a scar there. She knew he wouldn't question it. She only hoped he never would. She hoped he'd never see the burned initials. She hoped he'd never grow curious.



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She pressed subtle kisses to his chest, a smile curved on her lips as she met his eyes with a wicked glance. Her legs were tangled in his and her head nested on his neck. Her damp hair teased his skin and brushed along her neck lazily. She felt a calm in his warmth, a familiarity in his presence and a feeling of plain peace in his body against her own. She felt a distant tug of reality, a pressure to over analyze but she ignored the urge to match the look of adoration in his eyes.

"Mmmm..." She pursed her lips and gave a look of thought. Girlfriend. She was hardly labeled as such. She never involved herself in a serious relationship. Maybe once or twice but it never remained more then a few months. Boredom laid in and the men never remained up to her standards. Maybe they were a good lay and maybe they were intelligent , but they never fulfilled her lusts. They never knew her behind the mask she polished clean. They could never point out her bullshit or know the mistakes under her perfectionist bravado. To them she was the perfect girlfriend. A perfect lie. To her they were a simple lay. The word girlfriend played in her ears. She arched her chin up and stared at him defiantly, a smile in her eyes.

"Queen. Master. Supreme Ruler." She said in humor, a coy smile forming on her lips. She glanced down at his chest, staring at her arms wrapped around his torso. Her eyes reached up and met his eyes once again, a soft, child-like smile on her lips. As if she were too shy to say the words, as if her confidence that she held so highly were gone. In that moment, she let her barriers down. Let herself trust him completely. "Lovers..." she said in soft whisper.

She stared into his eyes, her voice growing bolder. "Girlfriend is a word. An adjective, a noun. Its a label. Its for show. But know..." she paused, her lip pressed together. She caught his eyes again. "...know that it runs much deeper than that. " She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, her eyes captured by him. As if....as if he were the most important person to her. "Lovers. That's what I'll call you when were alone. When I know that Loki Knight is just mine."
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Empty said:
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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Loki - that is Marko, remained quiet. You didn't need to reply at all. After all, you understood her, you knew what she meant. No clarification was needed beyond touch and glances. You laced your fingers in hers as you fell asleep. Your eyes shut closed and your body at rest. The thumping of your heart beat steadily slowed down. Finally at rest, nothing more to worry about than nightmares and dreams.

In the morning, you awoke. Your body was still besides Amas as her eyes were still shut close, rimmed with long curled eyelashes. You didn't wake her up as you laid there, bathing in the simplistic feeling of the morning. You glanced out the window, seeing the faint rays of the sun peak from the horizon. The colors of faint peachy orange and pale yellow felt refreshing. A new day, a new start. But you were lazy, you wanted this moment to stay forever. To be besides her in the safety of this hotel. It was all so perfect. Nothing felt flawed or fake.

You caught yourself staring up at the ceilings as questions remained unknown. Were you really going to go all the way to Ukraine to find a father that didn't give a damn about you at all? Sure you had the urge to punch a wall, no one blamed you. It was natural to hate someone who basically ruined your life. Someone who gave you scars that pained you so badly. Scars that were invisible but remained forever. You hated it. But you felt compelled to chase after it.

But the question led on. What would you do if you saw him? Would you accuse him? Would you punch him? Or would you ridicule him? Deciding to push these thoughts away, you wanted Amas opinion before doing something. For once, you could finally ask something to someone without a worry or care. Not having to question yourself or think about alternate consequences. You could just ask like a normal human being.
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Amaterasu Ono​
She was a white rosé painted red. Pretending to be pure. Pretending to be good.​
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She had a nightmare. It was a memory. The night her parents died. In her dream, it replayed the memory over and over again. The image of her parent's slit throats, their bodies laying slack against the wall and the pool of blood that surrounded them was as if on rewind. It played then replayed and replayed again. She remembered her younger sister, Hanae had been at her friends house that night. So, she was spared. In her dream, the blood clouded her vision. She heard her scream, her own voice echoing in her ear. The dream played the image one more time before the bodies changed to Hanae and then Ooichi and then some familiar agents from the agency. Their dead bodies piled high, blood pouring from ever possible angle. She felt a tremble in her body. The last image appeared. The dead body was Loki.

She snapped her eyes open. Her vision was blurred. Her hand slowly came up and wiped the tears from her eyes. Swallowing a cry that was strangely hidden in her throat. Ever since the incident at the agency, she's been more sensitive then ever. It was beginning to scare her. She seldom had dreams about the past, to have them now of all moments was unusual.

As she grew accustom to the lighting of the room, she met a familiar figure next to her. Loki. His body was mere inches away, his toned chest and chin faced the ceiling. His brows furrowed and he seemed to be contemplating something or another. He hadn't noticed she was awake yet, so she had this small moment to examine him. The strong structure of his nose. The untamed tousle of his hair. The seductive shape of his lips. He was hers. Her lips curved as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. Her wanted her as she wanted him.

She felt a rush of emotions flood her heart, A strong heat coursed through her body and gave a flush of pink to her cheeks. Ama moved closer to his body. Her arm slid over his bare torso and she leaned up, her lips finding a soft spot on his neck and pressed delicate kisses to the warm skin. She pulled away with a coy smile, " Good morning." She said roughly, a certain husk in her voice drowned from sleep.

 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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And there you were, staring in blank space. Your mind was empty like a white piece of paper. Nothing programming inside of your brain. This was a strange new feeling. You didn't embrace it but it was soothing to your usual thoughtful brain. You sighed as listened to the sound of your own heart beat race. You were unaware of the things around you for a split second. You felt like you were a blinded man that was slowly losing his eyesight. The clarity that guided you to do what you wanted and needed. Strangely developed instincts were inside of you.

But your thoughts were broken as you noticed Ama awake. She looked a bit tense, probably a nasty dream. A nightmare. You didn't know how to comfort her but you did your best. With a smile you replied "Good morning..." A normal phrase that was used carelessly but now it felt meaningful Like all the troubles of the previous night and the past were washed away. This was the start of something new. Something fresh. And you intended to make things from now on, right.

"So, do you have any plans?" You asked softly, wanting to know if she had any desires. You didn't want to act selfishly by dragging her into your own messes. Just not now.
 
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She was a white rosé painted red. Pretending to be pure. Pretending to be good.​
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Ama pursed her lips in thought. "Plans?" She had many plans. She always had a plan. A plan a, a plan b, and then the plans if all else failed. She was well organized in her process and never was without an idea or procedure to a situation. There were many thing she could plan. She could decide to find a new agency to work at, she could spend hours placing background checks and sifting through the files to secure the ideal agency. She could find the knives shop she heard so much about overseas, Americans were said to sell cheap and she wondered if the quality of these knives would live up to its standard. She could go shopping, she didn't pack as much clothes as she previously thought and she was in need of a few dresses. They could go sight seeing, they could go find a nice cafe, they could have a lovely little date or...they could stay right were they were and have sex all day. She didn't mind any of these choice. They were all very delicious suggestions to spend an afternoon. Her lips curved at the last suggestion, her body already warming to the idea. Her eyes scanned over his very toned and masculine body, the smell of sex and mint radiating off his skin. Her fingers tingled and she itched to touch him in more ways then one.

But. But, that terrible word but. Her mind also wandered to Loki's sister. She was the reason we were here in the first place. It was wrong to delay the priority with silly aroused lusts.

She sighed aloud. She turned over to face him completely, a knowing smile on her lips. "You should know, Marko, that I always have a plan." She said lightly. She curled a dark lock behind her ear as she continued. "I would like to lay here all day, ravish your bones and make love like bunnies...." Her word drifted off as she stretched her arms, a soft purr of a moan sliding from her tongue as she felt the stretch warm through her stiff muscles. Bare skin peeked from the sheets and a coy smile played on lips as hazel eyes captured his again.

"But. Sadly we can not." She leaned up and pressed a teasing kiss to his lips. "We have unfinished business. You should see your sister again..."
 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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You smirked, everything she said and acted revealed the ravaging fantasies that you had daydreamed before. But you were hesitant in going through within that direction, weren't they suppose to be in a real relationship? There must be something people did other than have sex all day ... Loki, Marko, whatever the hell your name was, honestly you had little knowledge about a true relationship. The ones you had in the past were quick one night stands and hookups. Sure some had been sluts while others were desperate and clingy, they gave you the satisfaction in lust. That was it, but with Ama, you wanted something more. Being a bit bashful, your cheeks slightly turned pink as serious thoughts approached, however they were blown away by Ama's logic. There was no time to be considering their romantic life when the problem of your sister still remained. And of course listening to Ama, you agreed to her suggestion.

Within an hour, the two were back with Marko's sister. She seemed to surprise to see the two together again but she keenly knew something was going on between the two but not a word spilled out of her mouth. For the first time around, Marko got to meet her husband. The son of that rich idiot, he was a pleasant fellow who was quite over protective of his wife and children, but it was out of love. Endearing and sweet, something you couldn't help but envy just a bit. You decided to ask her some questions again and she seemed startled when you mentioned that you wanted to find your father. ... Our father ...

She only signed and said that the last time she heard from father was five years ago while he was drunk on the phone, and asking for money so that he could gamble. She quickly scrawled an address on a piece of paper and handed it to you. You narrowed your eyes, remembering every single letter on the sheet of paper. You knew you still need research but at least this was a good enough start. Deciding to let your mind loose a little, you spent some time with your nephew and niece who were like little angels while your sister spoke to Ama quietly with a mischievous smile on her face.


 
Amaterasu Ono​
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Amaterasu sat ridge in her chair. She was uncomfortable. Not the kind of uncomfort that was forced and made her act as if she wanted to leave. It was the kind that knew she was out of her element and continued to push her limits. She sat in her "boyfriend's" sister's house, the sister who did not know that Loki and Her were together, yet continued to smile at her and ask questions implying that they are. It was not that she did not wish to express her emotions for Loki. It was just that she did not wish to express her emotions or Loki to anyone but Loki. And with this woman being Loki's long lost sister, she did not know which procedure to take that would be less offensive.

It was a peculiar situation for Amaterasu Ono to be placed in. She's never once been in a relationship where she met her partners relatives. There was never a need for such things. She was never close enough to care about those kinds of frivolous activities. Yet here, she sat, talking to her boyfriend of one day's sister.

Ama has trained her emotions to be both guarded and open when the situation called for it. In undercover missions, when seducing a man, one must know how to tell everything, yet nothing at all. She used the same tactic on this women, whom she did not know, could not trust and simply was, in the smallest part of her mind, afraid of. It was ridiculous to be afraid of this women, who had no military training, who knew no weapons and or skills to versus her own. Yet the fear was produced by her connection to Loki..Marko. A part of her feared that since he met his sister once again, he'd want to stay with his sister here. Not with Ama in Tokyo.

She sighed , tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. It was a ridiculous thought. But a thought nonetheless.

As she started at Loki sister,she realized how much she resembled him. The arch in the nose, the color of her hair, the small but beautiful features she owned was so much like him. It was both dazzling and hard to look at. Ama crossed her legs, neatly. Due to the casualness of the meeting, she word a simple pair of skinny jeans, heels and a loose blouse. Her gun was usually nestled in her jeans, but due to various amounts of different sitting arrangements, it rested in her purse.

She cleared her throat as Loki's sister asked her another personal question. Her cheeks tinted a pretty blush and she sent a glare toward Loki. One that meant something along the lines of save me and I'll kill you if you don't.
 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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You, could sense Ama's uncomfortable vibes by his sister's overly friendly chat. Sure, your sister was earnest in getting to know Ama but with her usually quiet and reserved personality, she didn't reveal much. You decided to find your father now that you had the information you needed. You thanked your sister and her husband, waving goodbye to your nephew and little baby niece. They were so happy and unblemished by the ugliness in the world. You knew that if you stayed any longer, suspicions would arise and bad things might happen and the last thing you wanted was to put them in danger.

While you left with Ama, you were quiet sullen for the rest of the day. Your mind was bombarded with thoughts of what to do next. How would you react when you finally came face to face with that bastard of a father? Would you hurt him? Forgive him? Help him? Or screw him over? With this little buildup of stress, you barely ate anything and thought to yourself in silence. You decided to mention the hard straight forward fact that it was inevitable, you were going to find your father at what ever costs. Not for the reasons of love or kindness, but to see what kind of pathetic man he truly was.

At night, back in the hotel. You packed up some of your belongings while leaving the rest of them sitting around for the next day. You would be off into Ukraine. A place that chilled your bones and made you feel hollow. In all honestly, you didn't want to go back to where the nightmare started. For the first time, Loki Knight... Marko, was scared. Wouldn't the image and reputation you build up, break? Would you lose your mind? But deep down in the webs and tangles of your mind, you knew that Ama would be besides you. No matter how much worry and pain and anger it would bring, you would be ok... right?

By the time the clock turned eleven, you laid on your bed still awake. Insomnia was beginning it's curse.

"You awake?" You murmured to Ama ...

Even though the darkness covered the whole room, you could sense every little movement of the clock, the footsteps upstairs and downstairs. The sounds coming from the other rooms. Your heart pounded as a rush of adrenaline ran thinly through your veins. You wanted to do something crazy but you knew you couldn't. Not now, not yet.
 
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She was a white rosé painted red. Pretending to be pure. Pretending to be good.​
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It was eleven. Ama had fallen asleep but was awaken once again by a nightmare. Her inconsistent dreams were beginning to drill on her nerves. She was then in and out of sleep, never acquiring more then a half hour of sleep at a time. Every time she awoke, Loki laid besides her in silence. Instead of the soft breathing associated with sleep, she heard the pitch blackness of the room. When she had awoke for the last time it was eleven, and a few moments later she heard Loki's gruff voice resounding in the silence.

"You awake?"

Loki was still awake or had never fallen asleep. After they had left his sister's house, he had been strangely quite. Not that he was not usually silent. But this silence was quite different. It held a tone of sadness, remorse. She did not know why. Well she did have an idea, a understanding of his silence. They were going to the Ukraine in a few hours. To met his bastard of a father. She understood his anxiousness, his mixed decisions. The purpose of this meeting was a mystery to her, she understood his want to fill the holes from her past, but she could not wish the same thing. She followed Loki on the search simply because she needed to protect what was hers. She would never allow him to make this trip on his own and he would never think to leave her behind.

As his voice echoed in her ear, she moved slightly. "I am." She said softly. Her lithe body was nestled against his right side, her head resting on his shoulder blade. Her arm was draped over his chest and sheets tangled against their legs. She arched her chin up, to stare at his face. Emotions were strung along his normally blank face. She didn't know what he was thinking, but she had an idea. She stared at him for a long moment.

"Are you afraid?" She questioned silently.
 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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"Are you afraid?"

That one question froze your body. How were you suppose to reply? Yes? You don't want to face a father that traumatized me to the verge of insanity? No? You only wanted to go back and punish him by your own means? Maybe? It was too complicated to explain out loud. You tried to speak but the words refused to fall off of your tongue, creating prolonged silence.

You didn't want to hurt yourself anymore. You buried yourself into the tangles of her hair, smelling the sweet fragrance that lingered on her dark long locks. Your fingers had interlocked with hers, each finger fitting into the other like a puzzle. You reached out for her for comfort. She seemed to have a magical effect on you, enveloping your body into relaxation. Your mind slowly whirred away like a breaking clock. Drowsiness finally settled in and you slept away. In the field of nightmares and misery, you reached a place where paradise wasn't such a lie.

The next morning, you awoke while still tired. You yawned as you saw the clock tick at six. There was more time to spare and you didn't want to move just yet. Ama was fast asleep, her long eyelashes rimmed her eye lids. Her lips pursed into a small smile. She reminded you of the fairy tale... the one with the apple. Snow white. Ama's complexion and features slightly resembled and it was like she was the living version of the mythical princess herself. You smirked at your own analogy. Wouldn't that make you the prince? But princes were supposed to give happily ever afters. And with the life you led, your role was like the hunter. You roamed and survived on your own merits rather than profiting off of others skills.

And there you laid in silence, waiting for her to awaken. Even though nothing was happening, it brought you a sense of satisfaction and peace. A second without a noise and disturbance was a reward for all the other times of misery, failure and bloody results. You were content. With one finger, you reached for a strand of her long hair and twirled it softly around your finger.

"You awake yet, snow white?" you murmured quietly, staring at her pink lips.
 
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When silence had filled his reply and physical contact secured his unsteady heart. She understood. Answering her question was more complicated then it seemed. He still had many struggles and his father was one of them. If her comfort couldn't be told through words, her body was an easy subsititue to comfort his mind. He soon fell into a warming sleep. She knew that once they left to Ukraine, Loki...Marko wouldn't get much sleep. He needed these few hours. With her body nestled close and her head snuggled between his neck. She felt content and warm. His musk scent of mint engulfed her and she fell into a deep sleep.

She slept in a sleep without dreams or nightmares, it was just sleep. But then her body was triggering its automatic alarms. It was almost time to wake up, however the current warmth and comfort of her position was persuading her to stay. She knew it was early, and she knew that she needed to jump in the shower...but the body beneath her was tempting. She felt her stomach flutter as she heard a familiar voice through her drowsy ears,

"You awake yet, Snow White?"

She inwardly smiled at the name. The comparsion was by far unlikely. Snow White was pure and innocent, Ama was no pure women. However, they did share a similar skin type and for that reason she could forgive him. Ama didn't open her eyes when he spoke, she didn't move to alert her awaken, she stayed still in his arms. Her lips urging to release a smile.

"I can not awaken unless I receive a kiss of true love." She said simply, a smile hinting on her lips as her eyes remained close.
 
"Loki Knight"

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Unknown. Secrets everywhere. Even the letters in his name...​
Where was the honest truth? Only disguised emotions
Living in Passion and sympathy, to forgive and forget
But Everyone deserves their happiness -- even criminals ...
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"As you wish, my only royal princess," you murmured as your own lips collided with hers.

Your hands unknowingly traveled to her hair, as you slowly rang each finger through the silky soft texture. Once you parted away, you found her eyes glittering with a sense of pure joy. You savored the moment before you stuck your tongue out like a child telling her to hurry up since you didn't want to be late for the checkout and the plane.

And so you dressed quickly and got the little belongings you owned, packed up. By the time you two had sat down at the airport and bought some breakfast, it was already past twelve. You were still a bit agitated and nervous. This was an uncomfortable feeling and you could finally get a grip on the reality of a human's nature. How to feel the panic and anxiety slowly grow inside of your heart, leaving a thumping sound that rung in your ears like drums.

Boarding the plane, you decided to sleep even if it gave you nightmares. You wanted to save your energy for later. For something that was worth using it on.
 
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