Woodland Whispers & Loki's Love

Part 14- The hangover

Sun light flooded through my open curtains, not wanting to move I placed a pillow over my head stayed facing the door, refusing to turn and face my windows. I could hardly keep my eyes open, my head was screaming at me, between the call and the hangover I felt like death.

I tried to think about last night, so much of it was a blur and I had absolutely no idea how I had gotten into bed. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, it was dead.

As I considered opening my eyes properly a soft knock came on the door, I managed a small moan in response and still half asleep I shifted myself into my human form.

The door slid open and for a moment I saw a tall beautiful woman, long raven black hair cascaded past her shoulders and framed her stunning face. Through the fogginess in my head I could swear her eyes were of the most recognisable lush green.

I brought my hands up to my eyes and rubbed the sleep from them, the apparition of a woman was gone and in her place I saw Loki. The moment I saw him, dressed casually in smart trousers and a t-shirt, I smiled. While everything else felt foggy I had the most vivid memory of the look on his face last night when he realised I knew the dance. The wonder in his eyes as he picked me up in his strong arms and spun me round the room, and the electricity that flowed through us as he did.

Thinking on that image, and the way we spoke last night I realised I might finally be ready to tell him a little more about myself.

"Good morning Darling" he spoke softly hanging by the door frame, my smile only grew as he said it. "I took the liberty of making you some tea, I thought you might need it", the soothing smell of honey and tea floated towards me, convincing me to sit up and reach towards it, and him. This was the first time he had done something so obviously caring, and I felt a subtle wave of warmness coming off of him in my direction.

I sat up slowly, he smiled and began to walk towards me. But as he did so his face changed to a look of horror, then disgust, then anger. The wave of warmness crashed away and was replaced by a wall of repulsion, the feeling battered me away from him.

The tea cup he had so gently been holding fell from his hands. I looked away from the falling cup to meet his eye but he was looking past me to the other side of the bed, not even acknowledging my presence. Just as quickly as the cup hit the floor and smashed into pieces Loki turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.

As the door slammed a mix of confusion and sickness washed over me. The image of his face as it turned so dark was heartbreaking. I couldn't understand how quickly it had changed.

As I let out a single sob I felt movement behind me. slowly I turned my head and in horror I saw what Loki had seen.

Shaken awake from a soft sleep by the slamming of a door.

I met his eyes.

Bucky.