Control | Loki

Waking Up.

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up with my arms around his neck, his head resting on my chest making me gulp, his arms tightly wrapped around my waist, I looked down at his rather peaceful face and I smiled, my fingers gently moving into his hair, I played with his curls and I heard him let out a pleasing sounding groan, as I played with his hair, his hands moving up my back, except, they were underneath my sweater, I gasped quietly, his hands were always cold, so having them run up my bare back surprised me. I felt my sweater strain into my stomach, so he was pulling it up, I would have to wake him up anyway due to me being pinned to the bed by his weight, I moved my hand down his neck to his shoulders, I pushed slightly feeling myself slip up, his head slipping onto my stomach, I bit my lip, suddenly his head was moving, his eyes fluttering open, he looked at my stomach and his eyes trailed up me to my face, I smiled nervously, his hand slipping out of my sweater and he prompts himself upon his hand.

"Where are you going?" His voice was deeper, gravelly, probably the product of the deep sleep he was in, it was something I'd get used to hearing when I woke.

"I didn't want to wake you, and our position didn't seem easy to get out of, I just wanted to put some... pants on." I looked at him, my legs were now beside his torso, so I was pressed under his chest, he went to look down but I grabbed his chin and he looked up at me as I moved to get closer to him. "Ah ah ah." I smiled and he turned slightly red. "Rollover moy Korol." I smiled and he nodded rolling over off me onto his back, I pulled my sweater down and stood up to grab a pair of shorts.

"How come I have two nicknames?" He whispered looking at me, as I crawled back into his bed. "The only other person that has two nicknames is Barnes, and maybe Rodgers is the old one counts." He said and I hummed.

"Well, the different nicknames work for different times," I whispered, leaning over him. "Zmeya is a normal nickname used as a name."

"What about Korol?" He asked again mimicking my accent once more.

"Used in other instances." I smiled and he looked at me, squinting his eyes at me.

"What kind."

"Do you not pay attention to when?" I asked giggling. "I don't know, it just happens sometimes." I said and he hummed, "Why do you call me two nicknames, with the rare different ones?" I asked and he looked at me.

"They fit you, and I like calling you them." That sounded so half-assed, it made me snort. "What?"

"Have you lied to me?" I asked and he rolled his eyes. "The god of lies, lying to me?" I moved and threw myself over him, grabbing his hands, he smiled slightly looking up at me. "How dare he."

"Oh please Darling, one measly lie will do nothing to tarnish your trust in me, nor does it mean anything." He said and I frowned.

"Have you lied before?" I asked and he looked up thinking.

"Surprisingly, I don't believe I have Darling." He looked back at me and I stared at him. "Normally I lie through my teeth but with you, I have no reason to, you accept the truth rather easily."

"Lies are venom," I whispered. "Even if the truth hurts. Lies kill slowly."

"You speak from experience?" He whispered and I looked down.

"There was an accident that caused a lot of issues in the family, Tony locked me and Wanda up, but I ended up staying out of the fight due to already being in trouble, I didn't want to cause more issues, it was right before Bucky showed, I was 18, and tony was lied to, caused a lot of problems, I was lied to when vision tried keeping us locked up." I sighed.