Chapter Three

                                    

                                          
I reached down to help Loki, but he jerked back from my touch. I could feel his disgust as I reached out to him. I smirked before stepping back, watching him try to get up. If he wanted to act rudely towards me, I would act rudely back. 
I began to walk away, causing him to yell at me. It was muffled due to the stitches and muffler placed over his mouth. I turned around tauntingly. 
"Oh, did you need something?" I smiled. 
I could feel his eyes boring into mine. 
"Would you like my help now?" I asked mockingly. I knew that I was talking to a God. But he had to listen to me, not the other way around. 
He silently nodded his head. I could feel the anger radiating off him. I smiled. 
I used my power to lift him off the ground, and forced him to follow me with just my finger. 
"Here is the key to his locks, Lady Rosewood," Thor smiled at me. I nodded my head and placed the key into my back pocket. The cold metal was cool against my jeans. 
"I'll escort you to your chambers and then you may have your day to yourself. There is some asgardian attire sitting in the wardrobes. You may wear them to our feast tonight. Loki will show you where everything else is," Thor smiled at me. 
"Thank you, Thor," I gleamed. 
"We're gonna find my room and then we can decide what to do with you," I smiled. 
I began to hum as I followed Thor to my room. It was close to the Throne room. I saw a hallway full of just doors. All of them seemed to be rooms. The doors were pretty far apart leading me to believe that the rooms were big. 
Thor lead us down one more hallway before stopping at a black door. I looked up at him waiting for him to speak. 
"These are your chambers Lady Rosewood. I hope you will find it to be to your liking. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to find me or a guard. We will do our best to make sure that you are happy and comfortable here on Asgard," Thor smiled before taking his leave. 
"Come on, Loki," I smiled sarcastically as I led him into my room shutting the door behind me. I saw my bag sitting up against a wall, nothing was touched. I turned on the light. 
"Would you like to sit on the bed?" I asked. 
He just shrugged his shoulders. His eyes were unamused by my actions. I used my finger to set him down gently on my bed. The sheets were black. The throw over was a dark grey and the pillows were black as well. I smiled as I looked around the room. It was completely different then my room at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. 
I began to unpack my bag. I knew that I wouldn't need any of my clothes, so instead I packed things like my charger, phone, speaker, and books. 
I placed my books on the shelf, using my powers to rearrange them into alphabetical order. 
I heard a huff behind me. I smiled, knowing that I had upset the young prince. 
I walked over to him, placing my hands gently on the side of his face. He flinched back, glaring into my eyes. I could see the cuts along his nose and his black eye causing his eye to be a bit puffy. 
"I can heal you," I offered. He moved back, away from my touch. I could see confusion and curiosity dancing in his eyes. 
"You're boring when you can't speak. Would you like your voice back?" I asked. Kindness was oozing out of my accent. 
He nodded his head gently, refusing to look me in the eyes. I smiled. I conjured scissors into my pale hands. They were silver with a golden bird etched into the sides. They were my pair that were sitting in a small bin next to my vanity. 
I looked at him gently. I leaned over and pulled the muzzle from off his mouth. His eyes closed from the pain. It was like it had been there for a long time. I could tell from the purple bruise formed around his mouth that the suction had hurt him. 
"Tá brón orm (I'm sorry)," I bowed my head slightly. He looked at me in confusion. 
"That happens a lot, I said I'm sorry," I smiled gently at him. He didn't make any facial expression. He just looked at me. 
"Is it okay if I cut them?" I asked. He gently nodded at me. His vibrant green eyes were soft. I nodded my head at him before cutting the stitches gently. I could count eight stitches in total. I could see the dried blood around the wounds. No one took care of him after. 
"This is going to hurt a bit. Please forgive me," I sighed before pulling at the newly cut thread. I could see his face pull into a painful expression before it went blank. I could tell he was trying to put on a brave face to make himself seem stronger. But I knew that it was painful for him. 
"Tá brón orm (I'm sorry)," I mumbled each time I pulled out a new stitch. After the last one, I sighed in relief. I held the bloodied stitchings in my hand. 
"Thank you," he mumbled. His voice was like velvet. Smooth yet deep. It was beautiful. I looked back up at him to see his lips oozing blood. It stained his teeth. I grimaced at the sight before sighing. 
"Do you trust me?" I asked. 
"No, not really Mortal," he hissed. 
"I can heal your wounds. I know that the cuffs make your magic weaker than normal. I just want to help," I sighed. 
"I don't need help from some fool who is keeping me as a prisoner," he hissed. 
"I don't trust you enough to let you go yet," I mumbled. I placed my hand out in front of me and hovered it over his mouth as I used my healing powers to heal the cuts on his lips. I imagined the wounds on his lips beginning to close and stop oozing and as I imagined so, they did. 
"I don't trust you at all, you mewling quim," his voice was laced with venom. 
"Good. Guess we're on the same page," I smiled as I began to walk around my room once more, putting my stuff away. There was not charging port, so I made one using my powers. 
"What are you doing you foolish mortal?" He asked. 
"I have a name your highness," I rolled my eyes. 
"HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME WITH SUCH DEFIANCE, I AM A GOD-" I cut him off. 
"You foolish mortal," I mocked, finishing his sentence. My accent running thick with hate,"is that the only insult you know?" 
"HOW DARE YOU TAUNT ME!!? DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?" He yelled. I rolled my eyes turning back to him. He was in a standing position yelling at me. 
"You're a god, yayyy. Téigh go dtí ifreann (go to hell)," I hissed back,"I should've never taken the damn muzzle off." 
"Well that's hurtful," he smirked knowing the affect he had on me. 
"Bi samhach (Be quiet)!" I screamed. He glared at my tone. 
I felt something trying to intrude on my mind. 
"Get out of my head," I yelled at him, putting up a barrier in my mind. 
"Oh, you're a skilled one," he smirked, interest gleaming in his eyes. 
"How can you do that with your restraints on?" I asked. 
"It's drains my magic, but doesn't render me useless. I still have my tricks," he smiled. 
I glared at him before sighing. I wish I could trust him enough to make him free. I could see that the cuffs had drawn blood and dug slits into his wrist. 
I sighed as guilt flooded into my conscience. I knew I was going to regret agreeing to this job.