Growing love and the seventh stone | Loki fanfiction

Chapter 5 - Mortal

I nod and look at the table while thinking about what Loki just told me. A seventh stone ... that really is news. Emphasis. Interesting, and it makes sense, right?
Loki interrupts my thoughts with a loud yawn. He furrows his brows a bit and blinks a few times. "What is this sorcery. I want to close my eyes and not want to do it at the same time. It has to be this realm." He looks into his mug. "Or have you put something into my tea?"
I laugh. "No, you are just tired. And after everything that happened you need to sleep."
"Well, I don't want to."
I roll my eyes. "Well, you have to."
"I don't have to do anything you tell me, mortal."
I look at him. "Don't call me mortal. I have a name, you know?"
He smirks. "Oh really, what was it again?"
I shake my head and hide my smile. "Bad memory, huh? A very puny thing to have."
His smirk freezes and an angry notion flashes over his face.
"Oh come on, don't dish out when you can't take it. I would very much recommend you to sleep now. I will now too." I stand up and Loki follows me with his glance. "Good night", I say awkwardly and go to the door. Before I leave, I turn my head in his direction one more time. "Just ... don't break anything. Don't murder any people. And ... I will be in the bedroom if you need me."
Loki still sits there, but a smile sneaks its way onto his face. "I will try."
I smile again and close the door behind me. I slowly breath out and put my mug away, go to the bedroom and start to change clothes. Who could predict that this night would be so special? That Loki himself would just pop up at my door? I pause and resist the urge to go to the living room to look if he is really there. Yes, he is, I am sure of that. I take the little business cart out of my pocket and look at the numbers.
I don't want to call the Avengers. Loki has actually been pretty nice. Well, nice is not the right word ... but still. Maybe we could be friends? The picture of him smirking at me while I am wrapping the bandage around his body comes into my mind. More than just friends, the little voice in my head pipes up. I blush and shake my head.
"You have a murderer in your living room", I remind myself loudly. "And you will keep this damn business card."
I put it on my nightstand and snuggle into my sheets. The words of my friends come to my mind. 'Loki is evil', 'He doesn't deserve to be spared' and 'I would kill him if I get the chance, really. I mean ... look at what he has done'. When I think about the last one, I can't help but smile. I wouldn't kill him. And I side with him despite what my friends say. I always felt like this. My smile turned a little mischievous.
"I could take the world down with him and you would be the last one to laugh", I whisper. Then I pause. "Wow, now you sound a bit evil", I giggle to myself.
Yeah, screw the morals!, the voice in my head says.
I roll my eyes and lay onto my side. No, I answer. I cannot screw the morals. I will not kill people.
But being a little bit evil?, the voice suggests.
Maybe, I think. And with these thoughts I glide off to sleep.

When I wake up, it's still dark outside. I groan and look at my alarm clock. 4 am. What on earth made me wake up at this time?!
Then an angry scream and a noise like someone is banging on the table of my living room reaches me. Well, probably that.
After I hear another frustrated cursing, I stand up and go through the kitchen. I open the door to the living room.
Loki is standing in front of the table and looks like he hasn't slept a minute. He stretches his hand in the direction of the table top and it seems that he tries to practice magic.
"Why, why, why!", he shouts. "I can't stand this! Being in this form, being this limited in the worst possible way, why -"
"Why are you not sleeping?", I say, getting more awake with every word he says.
He jolts and turns around, his face a mix of anger, frustration and sadness.
"That is none of your business! I am not your prisoner, you ... midgardian. I will do what I want, and you will not stop me, I am a GOD -"
"I already said, don't scream at me!", I respond.
"If I shouldn't scream at you you shouldn't have let me into your house. I am the villain of every single one of your stories!"
I take a deep breath. "Being a villain doesn't give you the right to scream at anybody regardless of what they might feel. If you can't control yourself, you shouldn't have come here!"
I slam the door to my living room and stand angrily in my kitchen. Judging by the small pause and his steps, Loki decides to sit down on the sofa.
I go to the bathroom, and because I don't really need to do anything here, I just wash my hands. "Maybe they were right", I hiss. "He is stupid and evil." I spread soap on my hands and watch them foam up. The image of his face comes to my mind. Besides being in rage, he looked actually hurt.
Loki has just lost his immortality, I thought. He is scared that he can't find a part of himself again. His magic and all that. Lashing out is just another way to show that pain.
"This is not an excuse", I say, dry my hands and go back into the kitchen.
I look at the water kettle. I sigh and take another mug out of the shelves, grumpily fill it with hot water, put a teabag in it and finish it with a little sugar. I take the mug, stop in front of the door to the living room, pull myself together and enter.
Loki lays on the sofa, wrapped up in the blanket again and stares at the ceiling. I walk up to him and place the mug. He looks at it and then looks at me.
"It's with a little sugar this time", I force myself to say.
He waits a second. Then he slowly takes the mug with one hand and blows onto the surface, creating tiny waves.
I resist the sudden urge to take his free hand. I nod and turn to the door. "Goodnight", we say at the same time. We don't really look at each other. Maybe we are both embarassed. I close the door again. At least he will sleep now.