"What happened?" I whispered. "Last night with your parents?"
"They aren't my parents. We both know who my parents are," he hissed, his hand turning blue.
I touched his knee and the blue disappeared. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand. He gently pulled me away from the others, taking me to the other side of the room.
"Last night, my 'parents' demanded to know where I went at night and who I was with."
"Why don't you just tell them who you are?" I asked.
"What, tell them I'm an evil frost giant from a magical world called Jötunheim? Yeah, I doubt it," he scoffed.
"You're not evil, Loki," I protested.
"You know the prophecies as well as I do, Freyja. Ragnarök is supposed to be my fault. The end of all things is supposed to happen because of me. If that's not evil then what is?"
"It's just a prophecy, Loki. You can change it."
"I... I don't know, but you can. You can make a difference. It doesn't have to happen."
"You survive Ragnarök. At least I don't kill you," he murmured to himself.
I cupped his face in my hand and made him look at me. I looked deep into his yellow eyes, seeing the frosty blue lying underneath. My breath caught in my throat and I melted inside before saying what I was going to say.
"Loki. You are not evil, okay? Even if you don't believe it, I do. Okay?" I whispered.
"Okay. Freyja, I... No, never mind." He took my hand from his face and laced his fingers through mine.
"No, what is it?" I asked quietly, smiling at him. The torn look on his face spiked my curiosity.
"I was... I was just going to say..." I'd never seen Loki at a loss for words before and that made me want to know what he was thinking. He took a deep breath before starting again. "I was just going to say that I really want to kiss you right now."
I blushed and looked at the floor. My heart jumped for joy and my stomach turned over with excitement.
"I'd say you could if my dad wasn't on the other side of the room," I mumbled.
He smiled. "That's why I didn't. And besides, Thor would probably try and kill me."
"Why?" I laughed.
"You don't know?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in surprise.
"He loves you. Just like I do."
I bit my lip, looking up at him. "Thor's far too arrogant for me."
"And what am I then?" he asked playfully.
"Hardly," he scoffed.
"In my mind you are."
"You are perfect," he whispered.
I blushed again. "You actually want to kiss me?" I asked, though it was barely more than a whisper.
"With all my soul, for what it's worth."
"Then meet me outside. I'll be there in five minutes. We don't want the other getting suspicious, do we?" I asked playfully. I bit my lip, just imagining kissing him.
"Of course not."
With one last hidden smile, he left the room. I went back to the others. Njordr gave me a look but I ignored it. Thor's eyes flicked to me and for the first time, I noticed the adoration and love in his glance. I looked away from him. I sat back down on the table. After a few minutes, I pretended to remember something suddenly. I jumped up and covered my mouth with my hand in fake shock.
"Oh my God, I just remembered I need to talk to Miss Parker," I said, widening my eyes to ensure the performance was more believable.
I rushed out of the room and down the corridor. When I was sure no one was following me, I took a different route through the school, heading outside. I pushed the door open. The sun wasn't very strong, only just breaking through the clouds. There was no one outside; nearly everyone would be having lunch or queuing for it.
I walked down the stone steps silently. A hand shot out of nowhere, spinning me into the shadows. I smiled at Loki. He led me through the shadows to somewhere we were unlikely to be found. It was the place where two walls met and sunlight never reached because of the thick oak tree.
"How did you escape?" Loki whispered to me.
"I lied to them. It was quite a good performance if I don't say so myself."
He chuckled and pulled me into his arms, laying his lips on mine.