Meeting the God of Mischief

                                    

                                          


                          
Chapter 2: 
                          
Y/N's POV:
                          
Meeting the God of Mischief:
                          
The next time you awoke, you remembered the strangest dream you had about being kidnapped and then waking up and actually being kidnapped. You thought it was the strangest dream to have and brought your hands up to your face to rub your eyes. Before your hands could reach your eyes you felt a metal tug on your wrist. You opened your eyes quickly to find it wasn't a dream. 
                          
Before you could panic, someone in your cell spoke. "You are a pretty little thing aren't you?". You froze and looked in the direction of the voice to see a tall man 6'2 maybe 6'3 standing in the darkest corner of your cell. He had shoulder length dark raven hair and piercing green eyes which looked good against his pale skin. He was dressed in green and black leather. 
                          
He was silent for a few minutes while he stared into your soul. You got enough courage to speak, almost immediately regretting it. You opened your mouth to speak but before you could get a word out you received a hard backhand. It took you a few seconds to process what just happened. You sat there shocked with your mouth open while fighting back tears. You looked at the strange raven hair man and saw a smirk on his face. You begin to feel sick as you figured out that he enjoyed that. 
                          
Loki's POV:
                          
I stood there watching the small girl with a mixture of shock, fear, and hurt in her eyes. 'Good' I thought to myself. "You will only speak when spoken to, pet. Understand?". She nodded her head. I quickly grabbed her chin roughly and made her look me in the eyes. "Use your words pet." She looked away and said "yes". "Look at me when you speak to me." She looked at me and said "yes." She looked awfully scared so I tried my best to comfort her. "Don't worry pet, you will have plenty of time to work on your manners." That didn't seem to help her. 
                          
She looked as if she wanted to say something but was afraid of another backhand so stayed quiet. "You may speak, pet.". She looked up at me. 'Fast learner' I thought. "Where am I?"  she asked. "You are in the palace" I responded. "Why am I here?". I took a moment to think about how to best answer that. "You are here to please me". "Why me? There are plenty of beautiful, experienced Asgardian women." "Because I have heard about you and your beauty along with kindness. You would make a good queen one day." She looked at me with shock. "Y-you want me t-to be your q-qu-queen?" "Yes, one day. If all goes well." 
                          
She just sat there looking down at her feet. I hope I hadn't scared her too much with the back hand. "I'm sorry." She looked confused. "Why are you sorry?" she asked. "Because we didn't start this out right. This isn't how I wanted this to go. You are now scared of me." "Well why wouldn't I be scared? I'm in a cell chained to a wall, you kidnapped me and backhanded me, not to mention you keep calling me pet." "I'm sorry. I can fix this though." With a snap the chain around her wrist disappeared. I held out my hand and said "I am Loki, it's nice to meet you. She looked shocked. "Like Loki Loki. Prince Loki of Asgard? God of Mischief and Lies?" "Yes that is me." 
                          
Y/N's POV:

                          
I sat there dumbfounded. I decided to speak. "I'm Y/N." I then flinched preparing to be backhanded or worse, but it never came. You opened your eyes to see a Loki standing there with a kind heartfelt smile. "Hello Y/N. Would you like to get out of your cell?" "Yes" you replied. He extended his arm and you hesitated for a moment before deciding to take it. He smiled and led you out of the cell.