Darker Side of the Sun

He walked over to her and slung his arm over her shoulders, patting her cheek with his other hand. "You're catching on, luv. Keep that in mind and we'll get along just fine!" He removed his arm and grabbed another doughnut before moving off. He pulled his phone from his pocket, clicked a speed dial button and held it to his ear. In fluent Greek, he spoke, "Anastasía ? Loki- Nai, tha exakolouthoún na érchontai . Afí̱ste ta fó̱ta kai na katharísei to spíti . Tha eímaste ekeí apó nightfall.- Mi̱n ani̱sycheíte gia it.- kalí̱ . Kratí̱ste eni̱mero̱méno mou." He hung up and turned to her with a grin, throwing on a pair of shades with a smirk. "Let's hit the beach!"

+18 Hours Later

The jet certainly had been worth the money spent on it. It oozed luxury and Loki fit perfectly in with the decor as if, he too, had been part of the plane. As soon as they were on board, it started up, taking no time to get on the runway and into the air. Loki, of course, attracted immediate attention from the flight attendants who wasted no time flaunting their skin tight blouses and revealing skirts. Like any other male, Loki couldn't refuse the flirting but watching him carefully, there was an obvious disconnection that didn't seem to fit in. Like it was all a show he put on. They brought him his requested drinks and gave Anya whatever she order with sour looks on their faces, as if they blamed her for Loki's detachment. In fact, it wasn't that Loki didn't enjoy the two flight attendants, it just returned to the words he'd spoken to her in the penthouse. Without a soul, Loki had no use for human pleasantries. Sure, he enjoyed messing with their minds and watching the emotions play across their faces but he had no real intentions taking them up the small staircase to the bedroom loft. Instead, he busied himself with conducting business from his tablet, speaking in many different languages every few minutes, laughing a few times and even glancing her way other times. 

It wasn't until they landed at Athens did he truly turn his attention back to her. Waiting for them at the runway was obviously Loki's car and one of the pilots loaded their bags into another car as Loki got in, started it up and sped off, racing through the streets of Athens like a pro. He took her along a road that bypassed the ocean and they had a stunning view of the orange sunset across the blue waters. Finally, he pulled up to an iron gate, swiped a key card through the machine and they opened, revealing the estate in all it's glory. The iron gates closed behind them and the car that had delivered their bags was already sitting in front of the house. Obviously, Loki had taken her the long way around. He turned the car off and gazed out and over the sea where the twinkling lights of the city up the coast. 

Finally he looked over at her. "Welcome to Greece, Anya." he said softly before getting out of the car.

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Translation: Anastasia? Loki- Yes we will still be coming. Leave the lights on and clear the house. We'll be there by nightfall.- Don't worry about it.- Good. Keep me updated. 

His boyish charms were starting to wear thin as he sighed and rested his forearms on the roof of his car, leaning casually against the driver's door as the ocean breeze ruffled his hair. Already, his eyes were becoming hard and closed off. He was retreating back to his demon self. Damn she was cold. Not that he didn't blame her. The idea that she was still fearing a "punishment" made the one corner of his mouth perk up and he bent at the waist to talk through the open driver's door. He felt the need to not disappoint. "A punishment wouldn't convince you not to do it again if you didn't fear it, now would it?" He asked her. He straightened up. "Get out." He walked around the side of the car and opened her door for her, leaning his forearms on the top of the door as he smirked at her, eyes glittering with malice. "Isn't it ironic that I've brought you to a very beautiful place and yet, it turns out to be quite ugly?" Not even waiting for her, he snapped his fingers and from all around them appeared shadows but instead of only confining her like they had at their first meeting, they moved in to attack as they had on the poor girl at the club. His voice was soft above her, as though he enjoyed the sight. "A convenient place to die, don't you think? No one here will come to your aid I only need to dump you out at sea and you'll be gone forever."

Of course, Loki really had no intentions of killing her; he still needed her after all. But it was amazing just how pliable someone became when you put the fear of death into them and he had a feeling Anya was going to be a lot easier to work with with a few life threatening situations thrown at her. Maybe he'd even get a chance to enjoy a vacation with her when her teeth and claws weren't extended. 


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He watched her writhe on the ground, smirk growing wider as her screams more insistent. This is what he had always, truly, enjoyed; the pain and misfortune of others. It was what he was best at. Ren had never liked to play with his victims first like he did. He'd always been so serious and would kill anyone that displeased him. Loki never understood why considering, the real joy was the fear and pain in the eyes of his victims. He especially liked the ones who begged for mercy. But, of course, all his victims had been human. This was his first supernatural victim and, already, he knew from experience that Anya was different than humans. She could deal and take a lot better than humans. He even knew the pain he inflicted on her wouldn't bother her. He had bargained with the notion that she was, in fact, scared of death and was rewarded with her sheer panic. He knelt down beside her, head tilted a little to the side as he watched her scream. "Pets are meant to obey, don't you agree? Punishment is acceptable to those who don't obey. Take this as a warning. Next time, I won't call them off. I quite enjoy killing things." Once more, he snapped his fingers and immediately, felt the life draining energy cease as they disappeared, seeming to bring light back to their small area. The peace of the night returned, crickets chirped and the swells crashed against the shore. He held his hand out to her, as if to help her up. The stretch of his arm, however, brought a twinge of pain to his wing and he flinched before pulling his arm back and standing up, suddenly feeling uncomfortable again. "Our bags are already in the house. Feel free to take any room you like. There's no one else here but us so you're free to do as you please." Without another glance towards her, he headed up the front steps towards the house, pulling his shirt up and over his head as his wings burst from his back, resting casually behind him as he entered the house. 

If he had truly meant to kill Anya, he probably would have done it himself. Letting the shadows do the work was cowardly. He enjoyed the thrill and fight when it came to ending a life with his bare hands. Although, the humans as a species, whether supernatural or not, had certainly strengthened their will to live in the last few centuries. They had a lot more fight in them then their ancestors. He'd almost grown bored in some of the more depressing eras. Nevertheless, her punishment had enlightened him and he'd retreated to the back porch of the mansion, brandy in hand as he looked out over the ocean, wings resting casually behind him. He'd bought this place many years ago because of the privacy it had offered. He'd had all intensive purposes to use the mansion to hide from Ren but it had come in quite handy in giving Anya her punishment. No one would have been able to hear her screams. 

He lifted the brandy to his lips, the ice clinking against the glass before he lowered it once more, his blue eyes studying the moon above him. No matter how much changed here on the Earth, the sky above remained the same. The moon was just as bright and full as it was on the day of his birth. He heard footsteps and turned his head to see Anya approaching. Instinctively, he pulled his wings in, becoming a tattoo once more as he turned and leaned back against the railing, handing his brandy out to her with a smirk. "Need a drink?" he teased her.

The more shit she put up with from him, the more Loki grew to like her. Not in the sense that he was feeling romantic but more in the sense that he'd protect her if necessary, like one would like a pet cat. He pulled his arm back, bringing the drink to his lips while his eyes remained on her. When he finally brought the drink back down, he pulled away from the railing and motioned for her to follow him. He had staff here in Greece that had the keys to get in and kept the place cleaned at all times and stocked the kitchen when he called and said he would be arriving. And the women he employed always thought he was bringing with him a damn football team. The kitchen and pantry was always so full, he never had to worry about what to eat. He walked into the kitchen, set his drink down on the counter and walked to a hidden door disguised as cabinets and opened them up. Lights flickered on on their own, lightening up shelf after shelf of food. He moved from there and opened the fridge. He was pretty sure he could see the women shoving food in there, determined to make it fit. At least, that's what it looked like. From the fridge, he moved to the cabinets and proceeded to open each other, each door exposing food meant to feed an army. When he returned to her side, he gave her a genuine smile. "If you know how to use everything in here, I'll give you the kitchen as your domain." One of the cabinets he'd opened exposed the liquor cabinet which he now pointed to. "However, that, is mine." He picked up his drink once more, toasted her, before brushing past her and into the lounge on the other side of the kitchen. His reasons for his sudden absense aroud her was his confusion. He thought he understood these humans. Thought he understood their thoughts and emotions and he was sure, by now, after the little trick in the drive way, most would never have come out of their room while others would have gone out onto the balcony and begged their forgiveness. Anya straightened her shoulders and drove on, putting everything behind her, ready for her next task. Loki had never been particularly close to anyone but he could feel something for Anya he couldn't explain. He'd thought messing with her fears and irking her anger would have sufficed but now he couldn't get her off his mind and it was rather flustered by it. He'd cast aside such emotions centuries ago! He brought the drink to his lips once more, hoping to drown out these emotions once and for all. 

He turned as she entered the room, explaining she had served him and he couldn't help the imagine of Anya in a maid's outfit as she carried a tray. But of course, that stirred up feelings and he quickly squashed such ideas. Instead, he nodded. "I wouldn't have expected you to make me anything. Not after how I've treated you." He didn't see the harm in opening up to her, even if a little bit. She was slowly gaining his trust and if he was going to use her to find Ren, she needed to know who she was dealing with. First, he refilled his glass with more brandy and ice from the fridge before he turned to her. "I suppose that's why my brother is out to kill me. He's had enough of me as well. I guess it's well deserved. I've never actually treated a single person, supernatural or mortal, with any amount of kindness. I'm so used to shrugging people away and kicking them to the curb before moving onto the next thing. You perplex me. You're the only one who's stuck around this long and I don't understand it." He took a drink from his glass, gazing off into the distance. "Did you know my mother trained my brother and I on how to destroy humanity?" Finally, he turned to her, directing the rhetorical question towards her. "I suppose that's why I don't have any of the normal emotions that is expected. I never truly knew how to be. I've destroyed lives without so much as a blink of an eye and yet, you've done nothing but show my kindness, in your own way of course." Finally, he brought his eyes up to her meet hers.