Your Way Out

Touch Me

Another late night. I sat in my chair once again, rubbing my eyes in a poor attempt to push away the faint haze around my vision. My painting, Persephone holding her half eaten pomegranate, sat in front of me, half finished. I dragged the gold tipped brush down in long waves. The goddess's hair a beautiful plume of golden curls. I always liked her story. The goddess of spring, seized by the god of death, and dragged into his land of death. Persephone is revered as a goddess of life as well as death. Destruction and gain. 

"A duplicitous figure, to be sure," a dark voice whispered from behind me. 

My head snapped back as I gasped. My body froze in a state of shock. 

Sitting on my bed, relaxed and reserved with a book in his hand, was Loki. His eyes peered up from the pages and onto me as his slender fingers closed the hardcovered book. "D'Aulaires Book of Greek Myths" in silver letters on a bed of cobalt blue. 

"You can't be in here," I stated.

Loki smiled with amusement. "Yet, here I am." He gazed around the room and scoffed, "A little bland, don't you think? Not one picture of family or friends."

He has the ability to duplicate himself. He's a master of illusions. I sighed with relief.

"You're a tricky one. You're still wasting away in your cell. You've just projected yourself here to give me scare. Kind of immature for an ancient being. I know you're probably upset by how our session went today, I know you like to keep all your feelings locked inside and you're upset that someone forced their way in, but this isn't a healthy way to cope with your frustration," I said with confidence. 

He quickly shattered that wall. With one quick stride Loki was on me. A mere inch of open air linger between our bodies. He looked down at me with amusement as I shook. I could feel his breath brush against my face. I could smell his leather and decadent scent. Like black coffee and mahogany. 

"I'm very much here," his said. 

His voice was low like a whisper but dark and harsh like bitter chocolate. 

He leaned into me. I backed away as far as my chair would allow. I did my best to keep that fragile inch between us. 

"Don't touch me," I commanded. I mustered every scrap of courage just to say those meager words. The fact was, I was terrified. 

I could think of only one way Loki could've gotten from his cell to my room. How many guards and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dead just so he could get to me? How did he get in here without me noticing? 

"I won't." His hands were on the back of my chair. His arms stretched on both sides, locking me in place. "Besides," he said, "I wouldn't want you peaking around inside my head again. Or me, peaking around inside yours."

I shouldn't have expected anything less, but I let my guard down. Was it because I was scared? Did I truly find him so intimidating and attractive that I forgot to lock him out when we touched. There's always a possibility of my issues mingling with a subject's, but the usual subject isn't a master manipulator and magic user like Loki. 

The disappoint was spelled out across my face like a children's book. He grinned again. That attractive grin. He bit his bottom lip to suppress his enjoyment, but it was clear he enjoyed watching me squirm. 

"When we connected, you got to rummage around my mind and I was allowed a quick glimpse into yours. A glimpse of a tired and lonely little girl. I know for a fact that my touch was the first touch you've felt in a long long time. I also know-" his face crept closer to mine. He barely brushed against my cheek with his as his lips closed in against my ear. "-you liked it."