Kidnapped (Rewritten)

Chapter 5

The doorknob turned. I slowly opened the door, peeking out before stepping out a little. There was a short hallway to the left with one more room, and a hallway that led to what looked like a normal living room to the right. Was this just a normal house? I stepped out more and quietly and slowly walked down the hall toward the living room. I peeked around the corner to see Loki laying on a couch reading a book. I stepped back and hid in the hallway for a moment, trying to decide if I should go back to the room and pretend I never left. I peeked around again, but Loki wasn't on the couch anymore. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and dropped my plushie.

"Oh, no need to do that," Lokie said, picking it up off the floor. "That one was realistic though, wasn't it?"

That one? What is he talking about? I looked down at my socks on the tile floor. 

"Just because you're my prisoner doesn't mean you have to be afraid of me. I already said I wouldn't hurt you," he said, handing me my plushie.

I held her to my chest and kept looking down.

"Still can't do it on your own?" he sighed, lifting my chin to look at him again. 

I shifted my eyes to look away, but he moved back into my field of vision. 

"You're freezing," he said.

Of course I'm freezing, I'm in a tank top and this man doesn't know what heat is. Thank God I hadn't taken my jeans off to sleep. He laughed.

"Yes, thank the gods for that." 

Well, that's embarrassing. He led me to the other room down the hall. It was fully furnished like a bedroom. Seriously? Why couldn't he put me in this room? 

"Because it's my room, darling." 

His mouth didn't move. I blushed and looked down. How does he do that?

He went to the closet in the room and pulled out a pink sweater. I tilted my head as I looked at him, and he turned back to me. He handed it to me. 

"Here. You Midgardians are so fragile," he said.

I looked down and wouldn't take it from him. 

He sighed and laid it on the bed. "I do wish you would trust me. It would be much easier for you if you did."

Trust him? He lured me out of my bed last night and then proceeded to kidnap me, and I still don't know why. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. After standing alone for a moment, I laid my plushie on the bed and put the sweater on. It's a little big.. the sleeves hang a little past my palms and it's kinda long. I walked out of the room back into the living room, where Loki was laying on the couch reading. I looked harder for a minute to make sure it was actually him.

"It's really me, darling," he said.

Why darling? He smirked and kept looking down at his book. I stood at the end of the couch until he looked up at me, and I looked down at the couch. He moved his legs and gestured beside him. Cautiously, I sat on the couch. I looked over at the book he was reading and tilted my head. 

"You like fairytales?" he asked. 

I nodded and looked down. He immediately started reading out loud. It took me by surprise, but I leaned back on the couch and listened to him read the stories of far-off lands and mythical creatures. He kept taking small pauses as if he were getting lost in thought about something. He put the book down and looked at me. I avoided looking at him like I always do. 

"Why don't you talk?" he asked, "You have a beautiful mind that is always racing, even with thoughts aimed at me. But why won't you talk to me? You haven't fought me or screamed at me. You haven't even protested against me. Why?" He sounded almost angry.

I just sat there in silence, but then I felt the tears in my eyes again. I started crying. I buried my face in my hands and cried like the pathetic person I am. That's when he stood up and walked out of the room. Even my kidnapper can't put up with me. He walked back in and knelt in front of me. 

"Darling," he said softly. "Look here."

He held my plushie where I could see it, and let me take it from him.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I had selfish intent with taking you, but now I wouldn't lay a hand on you to hurt you," he said. 

He sat beside me and picked up the book and started reading again. As he read, he gently put his hand on my shoulder and laid my head in his lap. What is he doing? He started running his hand through my hair as he read. I started getting sleepy and closed my eyes. He thought I was asleep.

"I never intended on hurting you," he whispered. "But I never imagined caring for you. Not like this, not this soon. Never in my wildest dreams."

He kept petting my hair.

"I can only hope you can forgive me for this. I hope you'll speak to me, and look at me with those bright hazel eyes. Please don't be afraid of me. I would never hurt such a delicate being."

He kept stroking my hair as I drifted off to sleep. I don't know what to think of him anymore. I was taught he was an evil, destructive monster. But I don't think that's quite right... It can't be. I don't believe it.