FOOL - Loki x Fem Reader

|Chapter Seven|

It was just Loki and I in the white room now. He slowly took a seat in the classic hospital chair and placed his hands in his lap. I cleared my throat and began.

"I just wanted to say...thank you." I avoided eye contact to the best of my ability. Saying thanks to a rival would be like thanking the guy who shot me. It's almost impossible for the words to come out.

"There aren't any security cameras in that hallway so I could have died if no one found me. The bullet could have done some serious damage if I wasn't cared for early on. You saved me and I'm...really grateful for that." I play with my fingers and finally look up at him. His piercing eyes are directly on me.

"I did what I had to." He began to pace the room. "The Avengers are smart people, as much as I hate to admit it. If I left you there after seeing your state, the Avengers would have somehow found out and assume I was the reason of your death. I did what I had to. To keep a good status. This was in no way personal." He sneered, glaring at me.

"I see." I say slowly.

He didn't have to be that harsh. I understand that he hates me but he pretty much just said he only saved me to save his own ass.

"The only thought I had while carrying you here was how disgusting it must look." He said, now searching the white room with his eyes.

"Your face, us together, or my bullet wound?" I smile and he lets out a quiet laugh, doing one of his famous Loki-smiles. He looked to be thinking of a comback, but couldn't find anything to say.

"At a loss of words, Loki?"

"Oh, shut up." He snaps back, baring teeth.

"I just thanked you for saving my life! I truly am very thankful. I could have died and you saved my life, Loki." I hop off of the bed and stand tall infront of him. "Thank. You."

There was silence.

"This is when you say something." I say, waiting for a reply.

"What is there to say, Y/n? I saved your life, you thanked me. That's that." He starts to get up so I stand off to the side. I watch him walk over to the door, and just as he is about to exit, hands behing his back, I call out.

"It was hard to say thank you to you, Loki."

He stops in his tracks and turns on his heels.

"I hate you very much."

***

Sat in the corner with a book in my hand; that's how the Avengers usually see me. I even have my own reading chair that faces out the wide window, and today, I'm sunken into that chair, reading away.

I was currently re-reading one of my favourite novels, Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard, for what seemed like the millionth time. But, I was okay with that because every time I read it, I find new passages between characters and moments that mean more to me than I think. I feel a connection to the main character, Mare Barrow. I can't quite place why, but it may be because we both changed our lives so much in a single day. She became Mareen Titanos over night and I ...well I went from a child who was abused for sixteen years of her life, to a superhero on the elite team of 'Avengers' within the span of a couple days. I loved how brave she was and how strong and independant she was, too. She could be strong and independant and still care deeply for many.

Quiet music was playing over the speakers in the background as my eyes dotted across the page. Banner said that I should relax after what happened, and to me, a cup of peppermint tea and a book was just that.

Mare had just kissed the prince for the very first time. I felt butterflies in my stomach, wishing that I had a prince to kiss. But, alas, the only princes around here were Thor and Loki, my best friend and my rival.

I couldn't kiss Thor, he was with Jane. And plus, I didn't really want to kiss him anyway. Loki was... an option. I could kiss him, but my morals told me other wise.

I paused my reading to look up at the God across the room. He stared at the ground, a seductive grin on his face. I just flicked my eyes back to the page and continued reading.

What the heck was that? What's with that sex-crazed grin? Surely he's just being himself and thinking about murdering someone or something like that, right?

I look at the ink words in my lap, but don't read them. All my brainpower goes towards reading Loki's mind. My eyes are now pure white, but I hide them by looking staight down. My breath hitches when I see images of what's going on in his head.

Everything has a blurry outline. The sounds of our pleasure echo, ringing through his head. I see myself. Forehead damp, tangled in white sheets. And I see him. Chest bare and a few strands of black hair cover his brow. He looks hungry, vicious. And I am his prey.

I close my eyes and the images fade away. A small squeak manages to escape from my throat, and Loki's eyes slowly shift to me. My eyes feel damp, but I don't feel the need to cry. My mouth is agape as our eyes pierce through one anothers. He knows.

I feel my legs pull me up, book in hand. I strut uncomfortably across the room, eyeing the God of Mischeif along the way.

What the heck! I thought he hated me! Was it a lie to cover up that he feels... that way about me? Maybe it was only a one time thought. Or maybe he thinks about it all the time...

***

I get to my room and run to my bed, closing the door telepathically. I bellyflop onto the puffy duvet, my face burried deep. I scream into the eiderdown-filled blanket, my voice muffled. I was confused, dazed, and overall frusterated. Did he like me? Did he hate me? Did he even want me? And why did I care so much?