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"I will correct your misconception, Loki," Lancelot said, stepping forward to push Loki back even further. "Kusanagi Godou is a King. Kings do not follow others, Gods or not. They forge their own paths and leave their own names in the annals of history. He will not join your Familia simply because it is your Familia. Campiones do not serve. They conquer."
Maybe three hundred years ago, Godou would have heavily objected to Lancelot's claim. But Godou knew better now, and merely accepted her words begrudgingly. After a while, instead of occasionally assisting the History Compilation Committee, he'd basically ended up calling all the shots.
"And you're saying that he conquered you?" Loki asked defiantly.
"Yes."
It was such a simple answer. But from Loki's jolt, Godou surmised she hadn't expected it. She turned to him, her face demanding an explanation. Godou gave her none, because to be honest, he still wasn't exactly sure why Lancelot had swapped allegiances back then to become his Authority.
Lancelot took one more step closer to Loki, their height difference made even more apparent as she towered over the redhead in a show of intimidation."Are you willing to pay the ultimate price for Kusanagi Godou? Are you willing to offer your body and soul to a mortal, Loki, Daughter of Laufey and Farbauti?"
Godou felt like he'd been punched as the wave of invisible pressure slammed into him. Simultaneously, every single piece of glass in the room shattered into fine dust. The wind from the outside gushed in, and Godou's only thought was sheer shock that Lancelot had so blatantly used Loki's full name like that.
A second later, when he looked at the God in question, he realized the wind wasn't coming from outside at all. Loki hadn't moved an inch. She didn't need to. The wind was whipping around her, her pony tail flailing about above her head as if gravity didn't exist. Wisps of crimson electricity crackled to life from her finger tips, and when her hands clenched into tight fists, a web of lightning momentarily exploded forth, streaking towards the ground and leaving nothing but smoke and burnt carpet in its wake.
"How do you know that name, Lancelot?"
This was bad. Loki's divinity, which had earlier been kept on a tight leash, was now leaking out from every single pore of her body. Godou panicked. Not because he was afraid of Loki, but because he was afraid for her. He knew about the ban on the Arcana. But he had no idea just how much magic Loki could release before it crossed that threshold.
Lancelot looked at him, guilt and regret flashing across her face. It was far too late to take back her words.
Without thinking, he ran towards Loki. The image of a girl wearing a tube top and shorts vanished for a moment, and briefly superimposed onto the redhead's body was instead the visage of a being clad in dirty green armor, spiral-like horns growing out of her head, tendrils of arcane energy slithering across the air around her.
Loki's Divine Form.
His hand twitched. His heart raced with excitement. His brain listed more than a dozen Authorities, all begging to be called upon.
He grimaced. Both he and Lancelot knew what needed to be done. Instantly, her presence in his mind vanished without resistance. The beautiful woman standing in front of Loki disappeared into a mist that was quickly dissipated by the miniature hurricane in the room. And with it, his lust for battle lost its anchor, and he quickly crushed any notion of conflict.
"Loki!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook, trying to literally yank her back into reality.
The girl turned her head, her face completely blank.
"Bring her back."
Had he been an ordinary human, Godou would have sunk to his knees immediately from the sheer amount of authority Loki's voice commanded. But he shrugged off her divine presence with ease. Godou bit his lip. He couldn't let Loki go over the edge. There were people here that needed her. A whole Familia of them.
He needed a way to reel her back from whatever frenzy Lancelot had driven her to.
Unfortunately, Godou only knew one way to calm a battlecrazed person. At least, not without outright knocking them unconscious.
It'd been used countless times on him, after all.
He pulled her towards him and angled his head properly. He felt her entire body stiffen for a moment when his lips collided into hers. But she didn't pull back. Instead, when he felt her tongue begin to brush itself against his lips, Godou was momentarily surprised. his jaw slackened from her unexpected response, and he felt Loki slip into his own mouth, trying to intertwine herself with him.
The wind began to die down. The pressure bearing against him abated. Loki's shoulders relaxed, and her entire body began to soften as she leaned against him. It was working.
Maybe just a little too well.
With a start, Godou realized something.
Is...is Loki kissing back?
'I believe I was mistaken earlier.' Lancelot's sudden appearance in his mind brought a twinge of annoyance to him. This was entirely her fault once again. 'I guess she is willing.'
Godou was ready to launch into a violent tirade to scold Lancelot. He'd called it. Lancelot really had make Loki angry again.
But then the door to the room crashed open and Fi
nn, Riveria, and Gareth stumbled in.
"LOKI! ARE YOuuu..."
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