Belle was walking deep into the forest with a group when she came upon him. A wounded soldier from what she could only guess was the ongoing ogre wars. He seemed focused on only petting his horse. He was muttering things she couldn’t really make out.
"Excuse me.." She called out wondering if she could help him. He stiffened but looked up immediately, his eyes took her breath away. She would know those eyes anywhere. "Loki!?" she asked in shock. "It’s a surprise to see you again Miss French." Loki lied knowing to her dismay that she would believe it.
"It has been a good time, but it is good to see you. W-what happened to you?" She asked bringing her hand up to inspect his bloodied and dirtied face. He closed his eyes for a second drinking in the feeling of her touch on his cold skin. "I heard this land was having troubles." He half truthed.
"Well yes, but we only got here and you tend to usually have other motives." She pointed out hitting the nail on the head. "You seem to have me figured out dear one." He replied his eyes never leaving hers but his heart dropping when her hand fell from his face. "Allow me to help you non the less." he lifted up her hand and kissed it, his eyes never leaving hers.
Through out all time and space I have loved you and it has taken me all this time for you to truly be mine.
After being imprisoned and hearing of his mother’s death Loki knew he had to see her. Belle. She seemed to always make him smile simply by being in front of him. So he used his magic to project an illusion of himself in front of her. Only to find that she was placed in the hospital for trying to stop him from creating the war in the first place. Even through that she provided sympathies for him. True, honest, sympathies that he felt he need from a friend. No, more then just a friend, someone he loves.