#queensruling

Her legs felt a little weak at the sight of such a pouty look on the jotun’s face. She exhaled softly as she squatted down next to him. Pressing her hands to the edges of the basket, “You. I swear.”. 

Shaking her head at him as she stared at him, a small exhale coming from her lips. “Well stay still then.”. She grunted as she shifted her arms around the basket and hoisted it up. Totting Loki and all back towards the house.

“You can’t stay outside, I have to finish getting the rest of the laundry before it rains. It rains quite frequently in the spring and I would rather not have to rewash everything and have a soaking wet guest too”. She grinned at him jokingly, pushing the back door open with her hip. “If you want to stay in the blankets its fine but you have to be in the house next time okay?”.

“The nearest town is over an hour’s drive from here. Most people don’t come this far into the forest unless they’re lost or they’re trying to find a brilliant camping spot. The latter you are sorely under prepared for”. An amused smile curled her lips as she crossed her arms against her chest. It was certainly a rare treat, of course usually the barrier around her home misguided humans so that they circled around the property instead of walking right through the middle of it.

“You’re talking way too much, Loki”. 

The words weren’t malicious nor did they express anger. They were filled with the sound of exhaustion, quivering with grief. A deep breath drawn in to her lungs as she hugged her legs against her body tightly with her right arm. Left hand still wrapped around the bottle’s neck. 

“The drinking will eventually make me sleep.”. 

She wasn’t asking for council, she wasn’t asking for pity, she just wanted to sleep. Just one night ... Without nightmares. She couldn’t take another night of horror. It had already been one too many that week. 

        [Xxx]

Both hands on her hips, her left brow cocking up slowly, her look was molding into one of defiance. Tilting her head back to jut her chin forward as if to further that look. Her gaze narrowing in on him, “I dare you to attempt that.”. 

Her voice didn’t waver a quarter as she moved her arms up to cross beneath her plump bosom. Pressing the pale mounds up in her dress further, her left hip cocked to the side, she had all the looks and attitude of a little fire spit but was that going to be enough to be on par with the god before her?

“I want you to take me seriously.”.

She put her hands on her hips as she stared at him. These two. Him and his ... what was she suppose to address it as again? She blinked faintly before giving a little exhale, an alien and their host. A hot mess they were weren’t they.. 

     [XXXX]

A smile curled her lips further, the split in her lip started to gush again and she let out a squeak grabbing a rag from the counter top. Pressing it to her lip, she slid off the bar stool, placing the bag of peas down on the counter. Her eye was already quite bruised around it. Shaking her head a bit, she dabbed at her lip a few times.

“It’s alright Ada, Don’t you even worry about it! I’m fine.”. She placed the rag down and smiled softer at him. Walking over and reaching out to gently push his glasses back up on his face, “I’m okay honestly.”. she cupped his cheeks squishing them in gently. Doing whatever it took to get him off the subject.

“Honestly, I was just heading back out to my car to get my wallet. It’s just a couple dollars for a new cup. There’s really no problem but you’re going to be sticky and smell like coffee all day... I feel bad.”. Glancing down toward the stains of coffee seeping into the ground. Her lips turning down into a frown. The gloss on the pink flesh shimmering with the movement in the sunlight as she opened her mouth and then closed it, raising a slender brow at him.