Love is a Dagger

Chapter 6 - Hot tea

"Here, I made a tea for you"
Loki is handing you a smoking hot cup, another one on the tray he carried on the small table in front of the sofa.

At the end of the film, you searched for other information, but you were not able to find anything useful. You tried to tidy as much as possible the Lab before leaving it, and most of all you restored at perfection the shelter with all the TVA dossiers, hoping no one would notice someone ever run into it.

Loki takes you by a shoulder, with a gentle gaze.
"Wanna talk about that?"
He tentatively says, interrupting your stream of thoughts. You shake your head, denying.

"Listen, that was surely scaring. I know you are thinking that what we saw may be a clue for your missing memories, but that cannot be. That was an entire story of a grown up woman... she looked older than you in the end. How old are you by the way, 30?"
"How dare you! I am much more younger!!!"
"See? You can't be her, that can't be your story, that woman seems not to have put a single foot in NY, and you live here since long time!"
"And how do you explain that?"

"I don't know, indeed...but per experience, I can say maybe there are things we can't even imagine, powers we cannot even dream about... maybe clones... or parallel universes, who knows? The point here is that what we saw has noting to deal with you, you're safe and sound and living a complete different life"

After a moment of consideration, his theory sinking in you mind, you fell slightly relieved. The story you saw is deeply different from your actual life. The hypothesis that what you saw has nothing to do with your nowadays person, at least on this world, can be at least a possibility. With a massive effort, you start to push all this story off your mind.

"You may be right...You are smart"
"Still doubting about that?" He grins softly.

He is looking at you in way that makes you think you are sort of ill, or that he thinks you may disappear out of thin air. You have to look pretty bad indeed, surely deadly pale, you guess, as you feel yourself shaking a bit.

"And by the way, we make our choices. Nothing is predetermined. And we can change what we want, even who we are"
"You sure?"
"Yes, trust me"

"I do" you reply with no hesitation
You see him slightly sigh

"What?"
"Curios you trust me so easily. No one ever dared. Only my mother, maybe" he says, gazing fondly to his cup of tea.

"I saw your mother"
He immediately turns his head  at your words, looking puzzled
"I read all your past the first time we met, you remember? Not on purpose, of course. By the way, she had to have loved you so much"
"I know. Just her. I miss her badly sometimes"

"Not only her loved you, Loki."
You start tentatively. You know this is a slippery topic for him. He seems open to listen, though
"Thor does too. All the guys here are pretty affectionate to you, didn't you notice? And... and I do as well" you quickly add in a lower tone.
Loki looks you back with what you can't believe seems wetting eyes.

"But you are shaking!"
He notices, obviously trying to change the matter. He gestures quickly with his fingers, which flowers for a moment of a bright green light, and a warm, soft, forest green blanket appears on your shoulders.
"Oh... thank you" you reply, adjusting the edges and enjoying the warm feeling.

"So.... About Thor... uhm... the two of you...?"
He starts, not knowing how to complete the question.

"For real?? We are just friends!! And he is still with Jane, did you forget that?"
"No, I just noticed how close you are..."

After a moment of silence, he starts again
"so, maybe..."

His fingers moves quickly again and the blanket is now covering you both. He leans closer, passing his left arm behind your back and laying his hand on your hip.

You are taken aback, your heartbeat rising up dangerously, your breath caught, your cheeks blushing without dignity.

He pulls you closer, distance from your faces decreasing sensibly. Your noses almost in touch.

"I am wondering if.... I may..."

You are not completely sure about who closed the gap, but a moment later Loki's soft, smooth lips encounter yours.
He tastes of a winter breeze and the tea he was drinking before.

For a second, you stiffen, as though unable to believe what is happening . Then you start to realize, you relax, and kiss him back.