fanfic by mollylumelon

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“Loki…what’s wrong?” Belle asked as she noticed him stop on their trail. 

“It is nothing you need be concerned about.” he replied no longer looking her in the eye. Seeing as he realized he stared at her most of the time beforehand. 

“If you are going to capture me it might help if I actually got to know you.” she retorted. 

“Do you truly dislike my company so much?” a sarcastic grin followed his comment. “No, you are coming, but not as my prisoner. In all the years I have known you and known of you, you have been proven worthy to be called Queen.”

She noticed how serious he was and wasn’t quite sure of how to react. She looked down surprised to find herself blushing.