Lost in Glorious Mischief

Secrets

You return late that evening. As you're walking down the hall you notice Lokis bedroom light still on. You go into your room and place your bags in your closet. Once you are done you head to Lokis room.
You knock on the door.
After a few moments, Loki opens the door,
"I was beginning to worry," he says, stepping to the side and letting you in.
"Sorry, some thugs tried to mess with us," you say sitting on the bed.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked, sitting next to you.
You look at him and laugh,
"It was Natasha, Wanda, and Me. They didn't stand a chance," you say, bending down and unfastening your shoes.
"Well, I am glad you are safe," he says, watching you take off your shoes.
As you sit back up the pain in your side begins to hurt, getting worse by the second.
You quickly reach your arm around and grab it,
"Son of a," you wince.
"Maybe you should have Bruce take a look. Perhaps there is more than a bruise there love?" Loki says, concern written on his face.
"I was just thinking the same thing. Just not tonight," you say, smiling.
"Fine, but tomorrow you're getting it looked at. Even if I have to drag you there myself." Loki says, leaning over to kiss you.
You kiss him back,
"I should probably go get changed," you say, kissing him again.
"Or, you can borrow a t-shirt and stay with me tonight," Loki says, kissing you again. This time leaning into you, causing you to lay back on the bed. He leans over the top of you and kisses you, gently.
"I will get you that shirt, " he says pulling away and standing to walk to his dresser
You sit up,
"And who says I am staying?" you say, playfully.
Loki turns around and walks back to you. He places a hand on the bed on each side of you and leans in. His face only inches from yours, causing you to lean back some.
"I wasn't giving you a choice," he says, smirking.
You pull yourself forward so you are closer to his face,
"And who are you to deny me of my choices?" you say, teasing him.
"Watch your tone," he says, getting even closer to you.
"Make me," you whisper, biting your lip.
Loki looks down and laughs,
"You drive me mad," he says, pushing off the bed.
You laugh,
"I know," you say, smiling.
Loki turns around and opens a dresser drawer. He pulls out a black t-shirt. He turns and hands it to you.
"Thank you," you say, standing. You take the shirt from him and go into the bathroom.
You take your jacket off and slip out of your dress.
You put Loki's shirt on and situate your hair, pulling it to one side.
You step out of the bathroom and place your clothes on the chair in the corner.
Loki is already laying in bed, reading a book.
He closes the book and places it on the nightstand stand as you crawl into bed under the blankets.
He opens his arm inviting you in to cuddle.
You scoot into him. He drapes his arm around you.
You both sit in silence for a moment.
Loki is unsure how to bring up the news his father had sprung on him.
"So," you say breaking the silence, "what was it you wanted to talk about," you ask while playing with Loki's hand.
Loki takes a deep breath and moves out from under you to face you.
You sit up.
"Claire, when I was called to Asgard my father gave me some information that I thought you should know,"
"Okay," you say, becoming concerned.
"Claire," he says, taking your hand. "My father believes that the people who raised you were only your adoptive parents,"
You let out a sigh of relief. Before you are able to say anything he continues,
"He also believes that you have Asgardian blood. See, your father was a soldier in our army. He committed acts of treason and other crimes against the throne. My father was merciful and banished him to Earth. Your father met your mother and had you. Claire, I am so sorry, but your birth parents have passed on," Loki says looking into your eyes.
You take a moment to process. You look at Loki.
"Loki, I know," you say to him.
He looks at you confused,
"You know?" he asks.
"Well, not the Asgardian part. I found out when I was sixteen that I was adopted. I've known my birth parents have been dead for years." you say.
"Why didn't you tell m?" he asked.
"Well, my memories weren't clear for a while. It wasn't until after we visited my parent's grave I remembered that I was adopted. By then I didn't feel it was important. The graves we visited; those were my parents. Blood or not," you explain.
"Well, I will tell you I do feel relieved. I was unsure whether to tell you or not," he says, relaxing a bit.
"How come?" you ask.
"Well, due to your father's crimes my father believes that the same evil courses through your veins. He is afraid that you will be turned to the darkness too easily." Loki says, looking away from you.
"Your father doesn't even know who I am. How can he be so quick to judge?" you ask, becoming defensive.
"I asked the same question," Loki says, looking back at you. He can see the worry written on your face.
"Claire," he says, taking your hand "I won't let that happen. My father just wants us to stay cautious," he continued, trying to ease your mind.
You don't say a word. You attempt to brush it off. Hiding the fact that his father thinking so little of you begins to irritate you.
"I understand," you say, grinning at Loki.
"You know I am tired. Would you mind if we continue this tomorrow?" you ask, changing the subject.
"Of course," Loki says, reach over and turning out the light.
You both get comfortable. Loki wrapping his arm around you and you rest your head on his chest.
"Loki," you say, "thank you for telling me. I know that probably wasn't easy."
"You're welcome, Darling," he says, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.
Your mind is racing. Sleep does not come easy.