So...BORED!!!

[ßlue]

<sub>He sat on his window seat, knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around his knees. He looked like a sulking child as he glared out at the bright day through the window. f**k**g HELL HE WAS BORED! If only he had something to do. Someone to do... RAWR!!! He jumped up, black and white pixie wings flicking back and forth, fluttering as he paced in bored rage. Dammit. He could just go outside, just walk around a little?!?! NO! This was his own punishment for hurting her. WHY THE f**k**g HELL DID HE EVEN CARE?!? He didn't care! Really! But he couldn't let himself get away with hurting a girl. He didn't hurt women, he made them happy, made them scream yes, but not in pain or fear. He wasn't that type of guy. God damn, he hadn't even touched himself. He refused to lower himself that much. He didn't need to touch himself. He always had women do it for him.

FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD! HE WISHED HE HAD SOMETHING!!! His eyes flickered over to the bookshelves, of everything sitting there that he had never thought to even look at before. He growled, roaring as he paced, hands behind his back, but his eyes went to the books again. Ah well hell! Fine! He'd look at a damn book! He went over to the wall, eyeing the books uncomfortably as if to say 'alright then... lets get this over with...' and he picked out a black leather bound book. He looked at the Title. Myths and Lore...hmmm doesn't sound too bad... He took the book to his window-seat, his favorite place to sit and skulk this past week. He hadn't left, and food had been brought to him. Fruit and some meat. He opened the book, staring at the pages as if he didn't like them already and knew they were mocking him. He started to read...

Five minutes later he was into the third chapter of the book, eyes eating away hungrily at the pages. Half an hour after that and five books were scattered around him. Two hours and he had his own mini castle started building up around him, small stacks on the floor but all cluttered around his window-seat. His eyes were large and curious, as if someone was telling him a secret and he was saying 'Yes yes, and then what happened?!' He bit into an apple, chewing slowly as his eyes raced across the pages... This reading thing wasn't so bad...</sub>

[raihnstar]

There was a loud hubbub outside the door of what seemed to be about sixty people, mostly men but some females among them. All fairy's, and all buzzing with anger, resentment, fear, and excitement. The King and Queen had gone to deal with foreign politics in the west, and the man at the head, Geran, had decided that this was the time to get that pixie out of the castle. He didn't mention to his fellow colleagues that the real reason he was ticked was because Loki had bedded his sister awhile back. No, it was all about race, here. And he'd sent messages to his villagers. This wasn't an organized group. It was a mob. A lynching mob.

Garen pounded on Loki's door angrily and frowned when he got no answer, "COME OUT HERE, YOU YELLOW BELLIED PIXIE THING! OR HAS GRENCH RIPPED YOUR BALLS OFF SO CLEANLY?" There was a roar of approval and laughter from the other fiftynine people. Of course they'd heard about Grench. Many didn't know what to make of the country bred minister of war, but her latest tiff with the pixie had made papers-- and then she'd fought with a woman who congratulated her on getting the pixie away from the rest of the fairy's, which interested them all. Interested them, and made them angry. Since when did freaking /pixies/ have priorities over other fairy's?

It was time to stop this, they had decided. Oh yes. "AYE, WE SAW GRENCH. SHE BEEN AWWWWFUL BUSY SINCE YOU DECIDED TO LEAVE US ALONE, AYE. AWWWFUL BUSY. WITH THINGS OF A PRIVATE NATURE!" Another roar of laughter and some of the mob pressed forward and beat on the door, "C'mout pixie thing! We jest wan' to hurt ye a bit. Kick you out a bit more. All'll be the happier. Grench the happiest." This was said in tones of the most reasonable scholar, which many didn't think Garen would be able to manage.

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki bit into his apple again, tossing down another book and hopping up to bring another stack form the bookshelf covering his wall. He paused though, hearing voices and feet. Lots of feet. he counted like... sixty? Something like that, and the voices sounded angry. He could already tell. Good thing he'd locked himself in his room. He'd hidden the key somewhere to keep himself in. Not like he couldn't fly out the window or just use magic, but he was lazy and he'd even sealed himself in with magic. He took the seal down slowly, making a grabbing movement with his hand as he listened to the mob. He took another bite of his apple, thinking. He couldn't hear them clearly through the door. He heard something about Grench though and instantly walked up to the door, listening hard. Something something about Grench. It reminded him of why he was in here in the first place. Fauk, now more fairies had problems with him. He'd stopped flirting with their women, what more did they want from him? He stopped chewing, looking annoyed and thoughtful at the door. Then they said something else. Grench has been busy... Did they mean?... Did they mean what he thought they meant? HE HADN'T EVEN SEEN THE WOMAN IN A WEEK! NOT THAT SHE'D EVEN COME TO SAY HELLO!!! Like she didn't even care that he was supposed to be here sick. He got angry, flinging the doors open, snowy hair flaring in the cool air that rushed in, some of his books fluttering their pages.

His depthless eyes stared them down and there was an awkward moment of silence as everyone watched him looking angry and scornful at them. Finally he took another bite of his apple, breaking the silence with crunching as he looked around. He took his time, swallowing and finally saying something, taking another sweep. His eyes paused on Garen and he smiled, a small bit of mischivious pixie glint in his eyes.

"Hey Garen! How are you? Heh heh... More importantly... How's you sister?"

He grinned at him, tossing his apple in the air and managing to distract about ten as a few heads shot up. In the end before they managed to pin him Loki had taken down Twenty. If Dax had been here they could have taken out at least fifty... Maybe all of them. But Dax was away with his girlfriend on business or something and Loki was punched, beaten up quite a bit. He had an ugly bruise already starting on his right cheek, his lip split, the blood already drying in a slit on the lower part of his mouth. He sighed, annoyed and angry. They had his wings down, he couldn't fly and a few of them had cast a spell so he couldn't magically go anywhere. Bastards...</sub>

[raihnstar]

Grench had been showering. She was in the middle of putting on clothes when a maid came rushing in with a bloody nose, "The--- Garen's got a mob together. I were jest goin' to see what were goan happen to th' pixie but it got violent quicklike-- he doan' hold his temper, Garen. Threw hisself right at the self rightous bastard after 'e went on 'bout his sister!" The words were tumbling out of her mouth and Grench barely understood a word she was saying, her hand was frozen at her corset and she blinked, "...Say that slowly, please." She said curtly, pulling on the strings of the undergamen rapidly and the maid started again, more coherently through her bloody plugged up nose.

"There be a fight down yonder wiv the pixie and de mob. It be bad." But she'd barely gotten 'bad' out of her mouth when Grench had suddenly pailed, and vanished from view. She reappeared right outside his room in her smaller fairy form and was horrified to see that the mob now had Loki pinned to the wall and men were lined up to sock him in the face. The others cheered every time Loki went sprawling and couldn't get up because of his magical bonds.

The Minister of War was barely aware that she wasn't wearing anything decent when she reformed wearing the corsette that pushed her breasts up and green striped underwear. Instead she made an impatient, angry guesture through the air and the bonds holding Loki up vanished, causing him to tumble to the ground, and the man who was up to miss entirely, falling forward. The mob looked around in confusion, and then they didn't have to. Grench had guestured again and the thirty who were concious were slammed against the wall and pinned just as he had been.

"...Oh, I am furious." she managed to gasp, glaring around at the multitude angrily. "What is the matter with you?! YOU ATTACKED A MAN OF THE KINGDOM! UNPROVOKED!" She pulled Garen from the wall and made him stand in the middle of the room. He would not meet her eyes. Grench raised a hand and slapped him with all her strength, sending him sprawling, then pinned him to the wall again. "Do you believe then, that this is what the Queen wanted?! You dare turn your backs on her when she is gone! IT IS NOT-- IT IS NOT YOUR BUSINESS, WHO THE QUEEN CHOOSES AS A LOVER, AND AS HER FRIENDS. Your business, my good people-- your BUSINESS is to RESPECT the wishes of the QUEEN. She is FAR kinder than I, and for that you should be thankful, for I would have you all flayed--"

She paused, "But I am not Queen. For now you shall all remain in prison. Without food or drink, until the Queen comes back to decide your sentence. If I ever hear of a pixie-- this one or any other in th ekingdom-- being mistreated like this again..." she trailed off and raised her hand, sending a jolt of electricity through her magic and causing all the members of the mob to scream for just a moment. "I dismiss you, scum." she hissed, and snapped her fingers.

The people vanished, and Grench felt exhausted, suddenly. Magic was plentiful in the kingdom-- when the Queen was around... but holding thirty men to the wall was really over exherting herself...and making them disappear... Bone weary, came to mind. Grench whipped around to face Loki and sighed, folding her arms, "...I hope you really didn't provoke them." she managed to snap, wondering what he was staring at and then noticing her clothing. "Oh, Temple and Arch!" she swore, casting a glamour over herself that covered her in the long green dress she'd meant to wear.

"...Are you okay?" she finally asked grudgingly, not wanting to meet his eyes. yeah. She'd missed him. Kassidy had said he'd asked her to say he was sorry-- something she didn't quite believe, but the he hadn't come out of his room for so long... well, if he was oging to be a jackass she wasn't going to be the first to come get him out of the room. Too late for that. The mob had done it for them. By the Gods he looked terrible. It took everything inside her to resist dragging him by the ear to a healing mage.

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki hadn't been able to do much, and by the time help had come he'd been dizzy, barley conscious, all he could hear was jeering and the dull throb in his head. God this sucked. Then his bonds were suddenly released and he slipped to the floor, falling in a sit as his head drooped. H thought maybe they were going to try some other form of punishment. What n the hell had he done wrong? But a voice snapped him up, almost like another punch in the face. By this time Loki had split skin on his right eyebrow in at least two places, the split in his lip had worsened and he was sure he had at least three broken ribs. He hissed as he tried to straighten against the wall. Fuck. He might have a fractured left wrist too. His left eye was swollen, but he could see fine from his right, at least when blood wasn't trying to drip into it. His cheeks were mottles and red, bruises forming on most of his skin that was showing and a lot of the skin that wasn't. He tried taking a deep breath but hissed, wincing at his ribs and swollen left eye. His one good black orb took in the sight of a very sexy and very pissed off Grench. He couldn't help but give a smile, which had someone seemed fine after the bleeding. I mean yeah the blood in his mouth and his split lip didn't make his usually suave smile very nice, but his teeth were all there. He'd bit his tongue on one of the punches, so thats where a lot of the blood in his mouth was coming from.

Grench finally finished her angry display, sending the rest of the men away and looking for a minute like she would swoon and maybe fall down. Loki tensed, ready to fling himself up to catch her if he had to. He would probably collapse with her, but he would try. Of course though Grench was fine and looked over at him, seeing the quick up and down sweep he did again with his eyes. Then she noticed what she was wearing and he was very sad to see it go. Instantly in his mind he thought of something flirty to say and then another thought pounced on that one screaming at him no flirting. His face fell for a second and he looked terribly sad, like she had just said he was going to get fed to the lions, but it vanished quickly and he gave a bored look. Or it looked sort of bored, maybe depressed was a better word. He wouldn't flirt with her. or maybe now was the time he should give up and tell her he didn't want to play in her bet anymore. It had bored him. He almost missed her question and he looked up to see she was looking away. Was she still upset over what he'd done? Was he okay? No he wasn't okay! He'd been in a room for a week and just when he started reading and taking up his time with books he'd gotten nearly lynched. Teach him to ever look at a book again. Those things were bad luck...

"I'll... be alright... Being in a room by myself all week I'd thought everyone forgot I exsisted... Guess I was wrong..."

He looked away, leaning back against the wall and looking like he might be dying with all the blood dripping form his head and lip and tongue and god knows where else. But head wounds always bled a lot, it was nothing to worry about. He arched his back a little, hissing in pain and putting one of his hands over his ribs. Bright white light with a flew dark flecks of black seeped into him and he let out the air in a sigh. Thank God. He let his eye close, the swollen shut one was the next thing on his list to be healed. He didn't care about his wrist, but he f**k**g hated seeing out of just one eye. He healed his eye, letting it open with his other one and looking at Grench again. He wanted to tell her she was beautiful, but of course he sighed, again seeming depressed. This whole 'not flirting' thing was a pain in the ass, boring, and he hated it. He wanted to keep flirting with her. He let the silence go on and then said more.

"Did... No... Uhhm... I'm... ... ... The... huuuh... There... *siiiigh*... I've decided I don't want to play this game anymore. It's tired me and I find it boring..."

He was staring directly at her, watching for her reaching. His expression was like a cat on her, as if thinking very hard at her. Of course it was a very very bloodied cat with white hair and black almond shaped eyes and the red from his blood was actually making some of his hair red. But the blood was clotting in a few streams down the side of his face and he leaned forward to watch her, holding his wrist gingerly against his chest.</sub>

[raihnstar]

"I didn't forget. You didn't come to apollogize about that...other thing once." she said in a still slightly hurt voice, glad when he healed his eye and she could turn around and look at him without making her eyes watery, "You really do look terrible." she told him, giving him the once over with her eyes and resisting the wince that was creeping up her back towards her shoulders. Instead she folded her arms. Maybe he planned this. Don't open up to the little jerk. He deserved this, anyway. After how he treated you.

She let the silence creep by and then he finally spoke up again...but not with what she'd hoped for. Grench coloured a little, "...I wasn't aware I was so boring." she finally said hotly. Right now she was having a fight with herself, internally. Her more sensible side was telling her to let him end it. To let him finish this thing and let everything go back to being the way it was. That she was crazy for offering up her secret name to him anyway... But there was another part of her that knew that if she let it end-- she might never have the courage to offer up her secret name to anybody else. And a litte part inside of her wanted somebody to make her feel like she was worth it. She was worth all this trouble. "I didn't know you would be giving up so soon. After a measly seven days. I never said you had to stay in your rooms. If you're bored, go do something. And you certainly don't have to isolate yourself from me, or the rest of the fae."

She paused, the colour on her face still tinged red, "If you hide, they think they've got you half defeated. That's why they've came here today. Because they thought you were hiding. If you were sitting in that room because you were ashamed of what you did...well that's rather unlike you so I won't consider that as a possibility." Grench stared at him icily, biting the inside of her cheek. "...Well, I suppose I misjudged you. I thought you never backed down from a challenge, no matter how hard it was. But you've wimped out pretty quickly." she shrugged then, slowly.

"Ask me again and I'll call the bet off... But you should think about it, first. Because I'll never let you live it down." she finished cheerfully, "I'll be right back. Think while I'm gone, Kay?" she said, beaming, "And we should hang out sometime. I havn't seen you in ages." With that, she disappeared.

[you can power play her to appear back if you need her for the rest of your dialog or w/e. She'll have medical supplies.]

[ßlue]

<sub>Loki watched. Fauk. She did exactly what he thought she'd do. She piled all the blame on him, his ego being crushed to death as she kicked his pride in the ass. He glared at her. He'd never wanted to kiss her so badly, and he didn't even know why! Just because he was so angry! He growled, trying to push himself up and hearing a crack. He hissed in air, eyes closing as he writhed, holding his wrist to him. He finally started panting, the fracture... had broken. Damn. And it hadn't just been seven days! It was seven and a half! Faaaauk!!! Broekn wrists hurt like a bitch... He let white light engulf it and sighed, finally glad the pain was gone. He rolled his hand. There. All better. He ignored Grench while she left to go get supplies. Well hell, he hurt all over, he felt like he looked like crap, and he hated looking bad, so with his bedroom door open he shucked off his clothes and wandered to the bathroom, long lean body looking very bruised, a few big red splotched on him. But he was intact, and he started up the hot water. He let the hot warmth wash over him, washing away the blood as he healed the wounds on his eyebrow. He sighed, washing down and using a light lavender shampoo. He always smelled like flowers. He hopped out, his wings fluttering and drying quickly. He walked back out. Loki was not a shy person about nakedness, and the towel that he probably should have had wrapped around his waist was being used over his head as he dried his hair. So he went wandering across the room naked, a towel over his head as he dried off his hair.

"Okay I have some salve that..."

He turned, looking at Grench. He forced his face to be smooth, even if it was a little stony from him being so angry at her as he turned back to his mirror. Sometimes he wore real clothes, other times he wore a glamour, sometimes a combination of both. This time he was going to use a glamour. So he looked himself over in the mirror, stark naked as Grench stood in the doorway. He refused to look at her face, as if this didn't bother him, but in his mind he hoped she was taking a good long hungry look. Despite some of the bruises forming he was well muscled and nice to look at. He sighed, deciding on regular black dress pants with a white long sleeved shirt. If he had a jacket it could have been a suit, but he kept it simple. Black and white suited him best anyway. He tossed the towel onto the bed, running a hand through damp snowy hair. His wings fluttered again, the white wings with black swirling patterns. Or were they black with white swirling patterns? They always seemed ot change in the light so it was hard to tell. He turned back to her, putting hands in his pockets and walking past her out the door.

"I'm fine... I don't need anything. And I think you're right. Seven days in entirely too long to go without having a little fun. I won't loose this bet. And at the end? You don' have to tell me this name thing. I don't care anymore. But I'm going to prove to you that I can do whatever I want in the end."

At the end he paused, turned to look at her but not facing her all the way. Yes he felt a craving everytime he looked at her and now that he remembered seeing those panties... well. He grinned, the same sort of Loki swirling into his black eyes. He turned again, going away with a flick of his hand.

"I can't hang out with you, then I might loose the bet. See you in two weeks."</sub>

[raihnstar]

Grench walked into the room and her jaw dropped. She hastily shut it and tried to compose her expression, which was a mixture of embarassment and curiosity but it was rather hard. Because he was ignoring her completely. And because his ass was really fine. Yes indeed. One fine ass. It wasn't like she hadn't seen naked men before. In her town, save for when the Queen visited nudity was the norm, and she'd gotten used to it-- but this was different--!!! GAH! NO IT ISN'T! IT ISN'T DIFFERENT. REMOVE YOUR EYES FROM HIS BUTTOCKS PLEASE. omfg. omg.

Grench managed to pull her eyes away from his butt and back to his face, as he preened himself in the mirror. Right. Of course he's staring at himself, the little vain pixie thing. Grench glared at him when he spoke and rolled her eyes, "I know you can do whatever you want. That's not the point! The point is for you to find out what the point is!" she hissed, almost too low to hear. By then he was telling her that he wasn't going to hang out with her, which again flared her anger. "COWARD!" she shouted out into the emptiness as he vanished. "PATHETIC COWARD!" she screamed, dropping the medical supplies and storming out. Stupid. Stupid man. Well she didn't care.