Punished gods [ENG]

#6 Such a little innocent game

// This chapter may be a little more spicy than the previous ones, so hopefully it won't bother anyone...

Loki and Sylvie were in the basement of their temporary house and they had more than good mood. They found a target and a few arrows in one of the boxes. There was some old furniture in the basement - a sofa that was covered with a dusty sheet, an armchair, a rickety table, but also lots of boxes and other junk. There was a small radio on the table, which played to them only as a backdrop with a rather awful sound.

They opened some beer that helped them in their relax mood. Loki was almost surprised when Sylvie wanted to have some beer too, because she mostly refused alcohol, well, he understood very soon what one of her reasons might be.

Loki was turn in the game, their little dart fight was such a pleasant challenge for him and he played quite well. Sylvie tried to distract him and ruining his next throw with laughing, "come on, you don't even have to try, I still remember how miserable your throw is when you are drunk," she referred to his dagger throw in the train.

Loki turned to her and threw up his hands theatrically, "who told you that I didn't ruin the throw intently?"

"Well, sure, you could never admit it to me!"

"Don't distract me, I still have more points than you!" He grinned and turned back to the target, "and... I am not drunk."

"It depends who counts..." she smiled and sat down on the side of the armchair, took a bottle of beer from the table and drank from it. Sylvie watching his concentrate on the target, she liked it, he take the game so seriously, she knew he didn't like losing and she neither. When he wanted to throw on target, Sylvie asked a question that may not have been said out loud.

"Have you ever thought about us... well, you know... what it would be like to slept together?" She asked innocently and the Loki's arrow which could quite possibly end up in the middle of the target, ended up stuck behind the boxes with proper noise.

Loki wondered for a second if he really heard what she said, this made him completely out of his mind, he wanted to hope it was just another attempt to distract him before the throw. He tried to process his expression quickly. When he turned to her after a few seconds, Sylvie stood directly in front of him, closer than he expected, he taking a step back in surprise.

"This throw certainly answered me instead of you..." her expression proved that she meant it and she smiled so provocatively.

"Sylvie..." he said her name nervously, "Well, now I'm really understand why you don't drink so much..." he smiled so convulsively.

But for her this were just another confirmation, he wanted to change the theme of conversation, but she definitely wants to hear the answer to her question, "what? Are you afraid to answer me?"

Loki felt quite uncomfortable and stepped back, taking a bottle of beer from her hand and put it on the table, "it's your turn..." he said too seriously, waving his hand at the target.

Sylvie stepped closer to him and had such a rebel expression, it might have been a little scary, "you want to know if I thinking about this?"

"Ugh... no..."

Sylvie walked even closer to him, they touched their bodies, "really?"

"Sylvie, this isn't funny anymore..." Said with confusion in his face.

"Fine, because it doesn't should not be funny! I mean it absolutely seriously... it's a pretty understandable question... isn't it? I know it's weird... but you told me that I was different than you... didn't say that? Do you think I can't see it? We have a different story... we lived in a completely different world... and we have relatives that are variants, and they are variant of other variants, that we would never have met in our lives. It's not like having hundreds fathers or mothers or other relatives at once. It's not like we're real family, doesn't that make sense? There are times when we are so similar... and there are times when we are completely different... you want say yes, when I want say no, we like different things and sometimes exactly the same... but... if we met like ordinary people in this place, it would never be bad for a second!"

"But we're not!" Loki replied with a certain despair in his voice, "we're not ordinary people! We'll never be..."

Sylvie looked embarrassed, shrugged, and threw up her hands, "and who cares, huh?"

"You know that this is a big risk, being together at all... at one timeline... in one place... just talking together should be completely impossible."

"Who decided about it!?"

"Life!? Fate!? I don't know what you want to call it..."

"Isn't that a paradox? We've both done so many bad things... so many bad decisions... we understand each other like no one... we are selfish... we thought on our own good... and suddenly it's different in this?"

"A lot of things changed..."

"Yes, a lot of things changed... and there are a lot of things I'd do damn differently... maybe we can be better and we will correct our mistakes. I know that I'm not a saint and I never will be. If I should have only one sin... only one... you will... "she did not have time to finish the sentence, Loki put a finger in front of her mouth.

"Shh, don't do this. Don't say that... please ..." Loki looked in her eyes, Sylvie suddenly put her hand on his chest, she felt his heart pound quickly, he wanted to back down, but she grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him.

"No!" She hissed, it sounded like an order, her eyes glowing and she looked like she wanted to kiss him.

Loki had one hand in the air when he had tried to silence her before, Sylvie held his other hand, and perhaps too strongly. "Sylvie..." he whispered pleadingly, wanting to reassure her.

Sylvie tried to kiss him, but his other hand ended up on her shoulder and stopped her, which made her even more angry and pushed him away, "why are you doing this!?"

"Why am I doing this? I don't want another kiss that you would have to regret later!"

"So you would regret it? If I kissed you now?"

"I did not mean it that way..."

"And what did you mean? Do you think that if I don't say it out loud, it changes something? Do you think that if I pretend that nothing is happening, it will disappear?" Loki wanted to respond, but she wouldn't let him speak. "Don't tell me, that you've ever felt something like this before? When we're together, when we hold hands..."

"Sylvie!"

"What!?"

"Do you remember what got us out of Lamentis? We were seconds before died and you took my hand and TVA found us. Do you think it was a coincidence? Mobius told me they found us because we was creating another nexus... some... different than usual..."

Sylvie looked confused, "and the point?"

"Isn't it obvious? Well, I know that the timeline is broken... but... you're not afraid what else might happen? If one touch did what did it? Do you know what we did when we are together now? And what could it cause if we..." he'd rather not even say it out loud.

Sylvie bit her lower lip, looked away and nodded, "you've really changed... like a god of mischief, you think too much about everyone else..."

"Isn't that our goal?" Fix it?"

"Okay... maybe... probably yes," she threw up her hands and she backed away from him this time, she didn't like it when he had such strong arguments. "But have you ever thought... for a while ... that it could cause... I don't know, maybe something good? I don't see that bombs are falling outside, just because we're here together!"

"You don't have an overview of every place."

"Oh, well, right... wau... what would I give for that you be more selfish and narcissistic again..." she sighed.

"And isn't narcissism that we're talking about anything we do together despite all the risks?"

Sylvie smiled at that, "probably yes and that's why I have hope!"

"Hope for what?"

"That some things will happen..." she winked at him, took her bottle from the table and walked slowly up the steps from the basement.

Loki just sighed at it all, it was so hard to fight with himself, in every way of meaning.