Control | Loki

Thoughts.

Chapter Ten

It was the third day, the 23rd, and there was no change in the weather, my theory was correct so far, and Loki admitted I was right the moment he looked outside. I wanted a shower so bad, and the cabin did have running water, but I needed to go down into the cellar to see if the hot water was turned on, and not frozen in the pipes. I stood in the bathroom, which was surprisingly clean, minus the normal dust build-up and grime, which would easily be cleaned by yours truly, but first I needed warm water. "Zmeyaaa-" I whined walking into the living room seeing him shirtless, changing his sweater, he let out a soft hum and I watched his abs flex, gulping, I turn around and walked back into the bathroom. "I need you to come here," I said and I heard him walk over, he came into my view. "Turn on the shower when I say so, and check if it's getting warm, when I say so," I said and he nodded slowly, I pushed past him, his hands touching my waist for a brief moment and I went into the hall opening the trap door again and going down, and finding the heater, I smiled and turned it on, I followed the pipes and found one that was frozen. "Turn it on!" I called and I heard the water turn on, I held my hands up and melted the ice, and I felt warm water push through. "Check it!" I called and it was silent for a moment.

"Getting warm!" I heard back and I sighed in relief, I ran back up and into the bathroom.

"Out! Out! I'm gonna clean and then shower!" I seemed too excited for this, and he smiled at me before turning to leave. "Loki," I said and he looked at me. "I'm leaving the door cracked, just in case," I said and he nodded slowly before walking out, I pushed the door closed, leaving it cracked slightly.

I cleaned the shower and such, leaving it completely clean when I finished, I then stripped and stepped inside, feeling the burning water making me feel amazing, I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off in thought, I ran my hands along my skin, and just let my thoughts free, everything and anything came into my thoughts, but one thought made me freeze, the thought, more like an image of Loki standing behind me, touching me, as we showered together, and I opened my eyes shaking my head, no, no, I refuse, Loki and I are friends, simply that, we are not more. I tried thinking of something different until I completely thought the thought was gone. I felt myself becoming warm again, when I tried thinking of other things, like the blizzard and the cabin that made no sense, sense, speaking of sense, or thinking of it I guess, I should look for that tunnel again. I had forgotten the mission due to taking care of our needs and part of me didn't even want to finish it, but if I did, fury would give both me and Loki slack and maybe even join more and more missions, I wanted to prove I'm worthy of that, and I wanted Loki to be my teammate, but he did say he would have said no. Did Loki not want to be on the team? Not want to be good? Or was he just not the type to care? I wished he did. Why do I care so much? It reminds me of Halloween when I asked him if I could drink with Thor, why did I ask? Why do I care? Why is he so goddamn interesting, and why does it hurt to think he doesn't care? He has to right? I suddenly opened my eyes again and sighed, I turned off the water and stepped out realizing, I left my new clothes out with Loki, I opened the door slightly, "Zmeya?" I called and heard a movement.

"Yes, Darling?"

"I forgot my clothes..."

"Want me to grab them for you?" He asked me and I hummed, more whined.

"Please."

"Of course." He said and after a moment he was walking to the door, and I hid my body behind the door as my head and arm poked out. "Here you are, Darling." He said and I took it before going back in and closing it a crack again. I pulled on the joggers and then picked up the sweater to which I realized, isn't mine, it was the dusty green sweater, Loki's dusty green sweater, I gulped and pulled it over my head, and looked down at myself, it was large on me, and baggy, and it made me smile, the smell was of Loki, to which I pulled up and took in the scent, he smelt like old books, cleanliness, sun-warmed woods, a touch of leather, and a hint of campfires, I walked out and I stood in the hall as I fixed it, I walked into the living room and he looked up at me, he was reading a book, probably from the shelf in the bedroom.