Growing love and the seventh stone | Loki fanfiction

Chapter 1 - Thunderstorm

Another lightning flashes through the sky and bathes the bowing trees into a bright blue light. It is a weird colour for a lightning, almost turquoise. I chuckle and grab the cup of warm tea with both hands. Even if I am sitting here, cuddling in my blanket and enjoying watching the rain drumming on my window, I have to admit, it's a bit unusual. The storm seems ... well, it seems almost angry. The wind howls around my house and the lightning lights up the night in this abnormal lucid blue.
I sip on my tea.
Almost like the gods are fighting. But I have to say it's fascinating. Even if it's a bit worrysome.
I smile as the next lightning flashes through the dark.
A noise comes from downstairs. I furrow my brow. What was that?
Again. Someone is banging on my door. Abruptly I stand up and place my tea on the windowsill. I run down the stairs and hesitate at the door. Quickly, I grab a knife from the kitchen and sprint to the entrance. There is a voice coming from outside.
"Help!"
Help? I yank the door open and hide the knife behind my arm. "Who are y-" Then I recognise the man. Loki. His dark, soaked hair curles down, touching his shoulders. The green and black leather armour is drenched  with rain, he is the villain I secretly like, who tried to destroy New York but never really got out of my heart. I always felt a connection towards him. He is standing at my doorstep and holding his side. "Help", he says again and leanes with one arm against the wall of my house to not fall down.
"Oh my god, are - are you okay -" I move up to him and try to help him stand.
He shakes me off but can't help to rely on my shoulder. "Obviously not", Loki hisses. "We have to go inside."
"I -" I dont know what to say. He is the villain. Everybody I know says that. I can't let a villain come inside, right? Then I notice a cut on his side, a small blood stream is running down his armour.
"Inside!", Loki exclaims panting.
"Come", I say and clench my teeth as I try to help him in. His wound seems not as bad as I expected, he manages the way to the door alone and we enter.
As soon as we are inside, Loki slams the door, breathing hard. I close the door curtain and instinctively check for further injuries. Fortunately the only thing I am finding is myself standing pretty close to him. He is a little taller than me and his face pale like I remember from the movies. His eyes glitter, I don't know if it comes from pain, fear or something entirely different. Loki actually looks beautiful.
"What are you doing?", he asks.
I swallow as his deep, rough voice reminds me of the evilness this person can embody. "S-searching for wounds."
He raises a brow. Then he hesitates, looks away and at me again and raises one finger. A cut with a small droplet of blood is on his fingertip.
I slowly grasp his finger and inspect the wound. "What happened to you? Even the Hulk could smash you into the ground without drawing blood."
Lokis expression hardens. "Well, thanks for reminding me. Why do you even let me in if I am the villain to you?"
I frown and distance myself a little bit. "Because I do what I want. And you still owe me an explanation."