Protective ~ Loki x OC

Part twenty-one//fun.

The past few days were spent in the recovery room, although as soon as she was let out she was back on her feet. Olesia had fallen asleep quickly next to Loki, his tight embrace around her while they slept, was needed. Although Olesia had taken more naps than usual, feeling too tired to even move. Which was odd, so they had tried to stay awake for a few hours before falling asleep, just talking.

They talked about concerns they both had, mainly about Zemo. Loki wondered if she got enough to eat, and how beat up she actually was. Olesia happily answered each question, she was upset at how weak she was two months ago. Although now, the powerful energy that surged through her veins protected her more than ever. Loki continued to avoid Olesia's question of what happened when she was gone, which may be understandable. Though she just wants to know what he did, did he look, did he kill people, what did he do?

She knew he wouldn't reveal whatever happened easily, just for once she hoped he'd tell her. She knew something had happened, his lying is pristine to everyone but her. She can tell when he lies, the subtle body movements and the way he speaks always gives it away. Whether he's lying about eating her snacks, or if he killed someone. She always knew, It was fairly easy to figure out.

Although she did love laying in his arms again, now she's more powerful so now she'd be protective of him. Loki's arms wrapped around Olesia's waist, her body laid right up against his. It was as if they hugged each other to sleep, with her arms around his neck. Her left leg was over the top of his leg, she missed this most. Just laying with him, feeling him close, just him.

Olesia didn't want to lose this, she had almost lost him once, at her own stupidity. It wouldn't happen again, although ever since that moment at the Prom. When he was told she was gone. It was as if a piece of him had broken, he had no clue where she was, and yet he could hear her. He had really thought he lost her. Loki spent countless nights to himself, unsure of if she would ever arrive back. He was unsure what Zemo had done to her, what he ordered her to do.

After hearing Olesia explain all that occurred during her kidnapping, Loki wishes he could rid her of that memory. Not allowing her to feel the pain and suffering she did, he would do whatever he could to ensure Zemo would never make contact with her again. Unless he kills him, there's no guaranteeing that. Which didn't seem like such a bad idea as of right now.

But he'd be lying if he said she didn't look hot defending that little girl, the small peak into her head wouldn't have happened. But Loki's curious, who can blame him really? He loved the look on her, the purple energy twirling around her. How her eyes darkened at the two men in front of her, just the sight of her, almost killing them. Loki knew she wasn't like that two months ago, so he wondered what made the switch.

How did she go from an Innocent teenager with magical abilities, to someone who seemed to feed off the death of her victims?

Olesia grumbled as the sun shone through the cracks of her shades, casting a shimmery reflection on the side of her bed. It was a warm ray, yet she felt cold, as always. She moved the blanket off her, and Loki's arm, then sat up. Loki grunted and fell back asleep, rubbing her eyes, she pushed her glasses on. She takes a look around her room, feeling truly at home. Olesia threw her legs off the side of her bed and moved off.

Olesia walked to the closet, throwing on new clothes. A pair of jean shorts, a loose grey crop top, and green socks. Stripping her old clothes, and throwing them in the laundry bin, she put her new clothes on. She then walks out of her closet, across her room and into the bathroom. Quietly closing the door, she turns to the sink. Grabbing her brush, she quickly brushes through and puts her hair into two french braids. Then looking at her hands she can still see the remains of purple energy, she tries to wash it off. Though it stays, Olesia sighs, and walks out of the bathroom. Flicking the light off in the bathroom she grabs her phone and walks out of her room and into the living room.