Your eyes stared into his cold ones, feeling as if every inch of your body was being exposed by his stare, you observed Loki intensely, suddenly feeling a little intimidated at his dark presence.

“Kill me if you must, but I shall not bow to a king that wears a crown studded with the jewels of every life he has ended.” You blurt with venom in your words, knowing ever since Loki was crowned King he became distant, more cruel towards those who cared about him. Your heart began to ache inside your chest as the sound of dark laughter fills the room. Within two strides Loki’s body hovered over yours, his eyes cruel but secretly always held admiration for your courage, knowing no one else challenged his authority like you.

You will bow to me eventually little one. Loki declares with narrowed eyes.