Protective ~ Loki x OC

Part forty-two//longed.

*A week and a half later*

She said it'd only be a few days, and now it's been over a week. Loki couldn't stand not being around her anymore, he wanted her back from the second she was out of his arms.

He knew he overstepped.

He promised he would never use magic on her, more in a negative way. But he did. It was always a simple sweet thing, reclothing her, showing her fireworks to make her smile, giving something magical to her, teleporting. Never showing the worst night of her life, hurting her, making her cry because of his magic.

Now he had no idea where she was.

Or what she was dealing with, she was still dealing with Tony, and she's probably had a few mental breakdowns. Now on top of that, she was dealing with Loki's argument.

Thor had tried to reach out to him, but as always Loki hid himself away. He stayed in their room, feeling miserable.

Who could have guessed a small midgardian like herself could make him so soft, and full of love. then the moment she steps away he is an utter mess. Unsure how to function, because everything he did and thought was her.

He needed to get her back, and he knew exactly how.

"Natasha?" He asked, his voice groggy and broken.

"You sound fucking horrible. What do you want?" She asked back, her voice full of attitude.

"Where is she?" He asked, getting straight to the point.

"She told me not to tell you." Nat replied back instantly.

"I don't give a shit what she told you. I need to speak with her and she ignores my calls and messages. Please." He said hope and sadness in his tone.

"Loki, you know I can't." Nat tries to reason with a small sigh following.

"I need to see her, I can't think straight, I haven't eaten, I don't know what sleep is anymore. She is my world, please. You know I wouldn't call you unless it's an emergency." He said, Nat laughs.

"Ouch, you almost hurt me there lover boy. Listen, I can't tell you the address, all I'm saying is she's in Greenwich village. You two need to work this out." Nat replies curtly. Loki sighs in satisfaction.

"Thank you. Any other clues?" He asks with a small laugh.

"Sorry that's all I'm saying, I know you'll find her." She replies, Loki says his goodbyes, as does Nat and sits up.

"Finally." He says to himself.

Sitting up and combing his fingers through his hair, he stood up. Feeling slightly dizzy from lack of food, Loki took a second. Letting out a deep breath he moved to the closet, as he opened the doors he got a whiff of her scent.

Inhaling sharply he picked out a sage green button up and some black jeans. Laying the clothes out with some underwear he hops into the shower.

Letting his thoughts consume him.

He missed her. Her scent almost made him hazy, his mind seemed to be drawn to her. The soft smiles she'd send to him, even the toothy smiles she'd try to conceal. The curiosity and wonder that runs behind her eyes, barely peeking through for him to capture.

Her lips.

The soft lips he longed to see again, feel again. Just to be blessed by her presence would be enough for him. She knew how to hook him and make him go fucking crazy. Loki couldn't stand being without her, it's as if she was a drug and he was the addict.

Loki always assumed he'd marry a desperate Asgardian, hoping to feel some sort of connection. Then grant their dreams of being a royal, have the wealth and popularity they feel they need. Continue living his miserable life, and hope to at least once feel the slightest ounce of happiness.