Beautiful Chaos

{part two | chapter one}

~time:age of ultron~

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"Hello, darling." His fingers trailed up and down her bare spine gently, caressing her pale skin.

"Hi," she whispered, as if she were afraid speaking any louder would break the gossamer silence of the early hours, "It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?"

"Every morning is beautiful to me, angel, when you are the sun." He brushed a loose hand of hair behind her ear and she smiled at him, cheeks flushing pink.

"I can't stand how beautifully you speak, it's intoxicating," she shifted beneath the silky sheets and brushed her lips against his, breathing in his scent as she did so. He somehow always smelled of petrichor, the earth after rain. She couldn't get enough of it.

When they pulled away from the kiss, her brow furrowed slightly.

"What color are your eyes? They used to be blue. It seems as if they're forever changing." He chuckled slightly.

"I am only truly myself when I am with you, Lilith. So whatever color you see, that is the true color."

"They're green and brown at the same time, and when the sunlight hits them just right the brown parts look like honey."

"Well, now we know, thank you, darling."

"You're welcome." They settled into a comfortable silence as they lay there in each other's arms. As they gazed into each other's eyes, Lilith's deep brown became lost in Loki's warm hazel.

"What the hell was that?" The dream had woken up the brunette. It hadn't scared her. Instead it had confused her to the point of regaining her consciousness. But why... why was she dreaming about Loki? She rubbed her eyes and made her way to her bathroom to take a shower.

As she stood underneath the hot water, she thought of the Battle of New York. It had been almost a year, but she couldn't seem to stop dreaming about it. The dream always started and ended the same way: The battle, Loki's terrifying expression as he drove the spear into her abdomen, and then darkness. She always woke up with a splitting headache whenever she had the dreams, but this time was different. She woke up calm, no headache, no cold sweat, no screaming, no needing to be comforted by her dad. Instead the dream had ended with her and Loki talking in bed like lovers do, and she woke up feeling warm and happy.

She turned off the water and got ready for the day, trying to forget the dream, the conversation, and most importantly, Loki.

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"Not again..." Loki grumbled as he sat up in bed, "This is getting quite ridiculous." The god stood from the plush mattress and slipped on a long, silky, green robe. He walked to the balcony attached to his chambers and looked out on Asgard. His face was scrunched into a scowl as he recalled last night's dream.

Lilith Stark had visited his mind once again last night, as she always had since the battle. He had tried to stop the dreams from coming so many times, but they were relentless, so he gave up. Last night's dream had been a particularly vivid scene: Lilith, freckle-faced and doe-eyed, laying in his bed. Her hair was tangled and messy, her skin was blotchy and red, and her bottom teeth were slightly crooked. She was so inexplicably... human. And he couldn't shake the warm feeling that spread throughout him when he looked at her.

His arm was laid across her waist, lazily drawing patterns on her back as he stared into her hypnotizing eyes. They were the same color as frost-coated leaves on a cold morning and he felt he was losing himself within them. He thought about the way her voice had sounded gravelly yet soft at the same time, and the way she had caressed his cheekbone with her thumb as they lay in silence. He snapped out of the trance the thought of Lilith had put him in. Frustrated, he walked out of his chambers and through the halls of the palace, trying his best to clear his head.