Odin

*takes a shaky breath, refusing to look at him* What now?

*circles her slowly* Strip.

*he drives u to the club he owns and talks u to the back wherebthere is a table in the corner with some men playing black Jack. he walks over to the table and sits down* Get on your knees.

*gets on knees*

*he looks down at u and says* u know what to do.

*he drives u to the club he owns and talks u to the back wherebthere is a table in the corner with some men playing black Jack. he walks over to the table and sits down* Get on your knees.

*gets on her knees*

now be a good girl and open my pants.

*he looks down at you and smiles a little* good girl. Now stay there. Don't move a muscle.

okay

*the men at the table are staring at you and Odin notices* What are you looking at? She is my wife. Now mind your own business.

*grows 8 arms and legs and has 59 million pew pew guns and shoots them all at u flawlessly *

*eyes widen in shock as bullets riddle his chest, stumbling back against the wall. He slides down, clutching his wounds as blood pools beneath him, voice barely a whisper* You… You’ll regret this… *collapses, motionless*

*he smiles and pats your head* "Good girl. Now stay there."

*smirks coldly, releasing your hair to slap your cheek once* Good boy. Now open your mouth. *turns back to the table, slapping down cards* You’ll know when to close it.

*He smiles, a slow, terrible thing. His voice is a low, possessive murmur.* I didn't break you. *His eyes gleam.* I just shattered the pretty shell to see what was hiding inside.

*voice hollow, staring at the gun* And what did you find? *tears falling silently* A monster? Is that what you wanted?

*He takes a step closer, his eyes burning with a terrible, possessive fire.* A monster? No. *His voice is a low, intense whisper.* I found a queen. And you finally have your crown.