LINKED BY FATE

Dessert

LOKI'S POV

I am starting to regret this.

I should have thought this through. Wanda could have planned everything as I do not think murder is considered appropriate on a "date".

Hmm...I do wonder what her take is on homicide. Would she approve or disapprove? Back to the situation on hand I tell myself.

I should not have brought her here, not dressed like that.

From the second I laid my eyes on her, in that dress, I wanted to rip it off of her body. She looks ravishing and how I wish to have her in my bed at this very second, body sprawled out on my sheets.

However, here I am pretending like I have yet to know how it feels to be inside her, even if it was in her mind. It seems I am not the only who has noticed her magnificence, as every male and even some females, in this god forsaken place have taken notice of her and have not stopped gawking. And from the moment we stepped through those doors and their thoughts rushed to me, I started to contemplate murder.

As we are taken to our table, I notice the host steal glances at her, 'MURDER! I'm telling you, bloody murder!' I think to myself.

I will not neglect my need to keep her from prying eyes, even if that includes my own, by covering her up. Maybe I can give her another jacket she can keep hostage. If I catch one more Midgardian ogling her 'I will lose my shit' as the spiderling likes to say.

We place our food orders and shortly after, receive our glasses of Midgardian wine, not that it would do anything for me, but I do enjoy the taste from time to time. I watch her as she shuffles around in her seat.

"Are you uncomfortable princess?" I ask mind linking her

She looks over at me for the first time since we sat down and shakes her head.

"People are staring at you." She links to me quietly.

"Not at me darling, at you." She blinks at me in awe.

"You have no idea how truly gorgeous you are. Do you?" I link back with a devilish grin, and I can see the blush flourish on her cheeks and run down her neck.

I extend my hand arm across the table and grab her hand; I wish to speak with her regarding everything that's happened in the last couple of days, but she starts before I get the chance

"Loki, I don't know how to say this..." I feel my throat dry up the moment those words leave her lips and take a sip of the wine. Nothing good ever follows those words I think to myself.

"...But I think it's best if I just come on out and say it. I don't know why I went to the tower and did the things I did. I don't know why I said those things to Thor; and although I don't know what the literal fuck is going on with me, with you...with us, I want you to believe me when I say that I meant every word. I don't want you to be taken away from Earth, or the Avengers..."

She says the last part so softly I would have missed it if I wasn't paying close attention, "...and I especially don't want you to be taken from me". She looks down at our touching hands and continues, "I know it's crazy, and honestly I don't even know how I had the strength to get to the tower, let alone hit your brother," she gasps as if she remembered something horrible "...oh my god. OH MY GOD! I slapped Fury!"

I could not hold back my smug smile and chuckle. She looks at me like I must've lost my mind.

"I'm sorry darling, I do not mean to laugh, it's just...as I have said before. You are brave" I say to her full of pride. I had not seen that part of the incident but had heard rumors about it. I had not believed it until this moment.