God of Helheimer

MICHAEL

I saw myself reflected in her eyes - her dark eyes. I watched the gold flecks nearly disappear as they were replaced by my pale image. I looked crazy. Wild. I looked like hell.

I knew what she must have thought - how she suspected Loki controlled me. Her distrust pushed away the golden warmth of Asgard, leaving her cold and empty. Loki’s whispers surrounded me, but he couldn’t break through the impervious wall in my mind. Despite what Desi thought, Loki did not control me - not anymore. Not ever again.

Desi let me take her hand in mine and I clasped it tightly, willing away the cold that had taken up residence beneath her skin. She hadn’t said anything, nor did I think the others suspected, but something had changed within her. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.