Punished gods [ENG]

#4 Decision

"What are you doing here?" Asked Sylvie when Loki approached to her.

"And what are you doing here?"

"I? I looking for some information here... of course," she tried to pretend she wasn't there for him. Wasn't it so obvious that she came to see him? Was it necessary to confirm it?

"Yeah, of course," he smiled sadly, "so... good luck..." he walked around her and headed for the exit with a quick pace, Sylvie had to go very fast behind him, "uf, you found them very quickly..." said Loki ironically and didn't slow down.

"Well, I actually..." she was quite surprised by his reaction, but Loki was running out of patience for some powerful fights with words between them.

"It's unbelievable that your journey is the same like mine, in this big city. Really unbelievable," he continued in the same tone of voice. "But how could not we not have the same ideas, we're the same! Oh, wait, you said that we are not..." there was more to his voice than strange tone, frustration.

Sylvie suddenly grabbed his hand and this finally stopping him. The feeling that passed through them was so disarming again — he looked at their hands and then at Sylvie. She hesitated whether he would be more annoyed if he held him or if he let him go, there was something illegible in his expression.

Loki sighed, "tell me what you really want from me," he said rather loudly. "You told me that you want that we should go our separate ways. Well, I'm just fulfilling your wishes! You must choos between "stay" and "go away". So what do you want!?"

"I did't say you - go away!"

"You didn't need the words for saying me this."

"Shh!" It came from a distance, "this is library not a bar!"

Loki frowned, grabbed Sylvie's arm, and led her aside between the bookshelves, where no one was right now, looking at her again, "so?"

"So what? What do you want to hear?"

"What I want to hear?" He whispered in an almost amused tone, grabbed her shoulders and leaned her against the nearest piece of shelf, rested his hands on the shelves and stared at her. Sylvie felt her heart in her throat, trying to scold him, but she could't say any words. "Sometimes I wonder if you're just you make me an idiot or if you're serious."

"You make you idiot by yourself."

"Oh... my lady is rough, isn't she? But don't you think... my patience is not unlimited."

"Neither mine."

"Sure, so it's me who should apologize to you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"This is really a punishment," he shook his head. "Since I met you, I feel like I've gone crazy! For the first time in my life, I wanted to do the right thing, I wanted to help you, everything I told you, I meant honestly and... where we are now, hm!? You'll always do what you want... no matter how many people it hurts, right? It doesn't matter if I do a good thing or a bad thing, I will always come out as a loser! And really, I have had enough!"

"If you think so!"

Loki couldn't keep his emotions in check, no matter how much he wanted, "I just want to know one thing," he said, looking in her eyes, "what do you really want? Who you really are? I met several versions of Loki. I saw myself in them, well, I was honestly ashamed of some of them... but you? What kind of Loki you are, huh? Loki? "He called her Loki, knowing how much she hated this.

Sylvie was quite tense, this time it was her who pushed him across the aisle to the opposite shelf, "you know how much I hate this name!" She looked in his eyes angrily.