"Oh there she goes." Loki hummed, his eye tracing her figure like a painter brushing the line on the canvas.

It felt like forever the little witch has avoiding him. Amethyst, Obsidian, named it, no stone, herbs or spell will stop him.

Cause he was addicted, he was obsessed. You see an extend length that any man would do when they're fall in love, it writen in history, poems, paintings, etc. But Loki wasn't a man, he was a God! Oh and not a good one.

"You can't run from God."