Unknown Abilities (L.L)

-Dream- ³⁰

"Are you seriously telling me you do not feel anything towards me, not even noticing the small moments we have?" Loki yelled at you, his eyes brimming with tears.

"I- I don't" You stuttered as your hands fiddled, your teary eyes not wanting to meet his green ones.

"Liar." He spoke through gritted teeth while walking towards you, holding you by your shoulders and lifting your chin to make you face him. "You will speak that again while looking at me."

Staring deeply at his emerald eyes you couldn't bring yourself to say no, denying it would be further from the truth, and to be frank after this it's either both of you lose all progress of forming a friendship or gaining something more than just a friendship.

Both seems terrifying and frankly, a relationship would be hard to manage.

Letting out a sigh, you close your eyes turning away from him not wanting to feel the burning gaze any longer. "Loki-"

You jolted up from Loki's comforting embrace resulting in him removing his arms draped over your body and started to ask if you were okay.

"Yeah yeah I'm ok sorry, just had a weird dream." You said trying not to seem obvious. You were questioning yourself of that dream.

Can I still ignore what I'm feeling even after that dream? It was my body and mind basically screaming at me that I was a dumb idiot that keeps denying that nothing is going on when it was so blatantly obvious that there is.

"Y/n are you alright?" He said with a grumbly deep morning voice while rubbing sleepiness out of his eyes. A small yawn escaping his lips.

"Hm? yeah, just trying to remember my dream." You said when your train of thoughts were cut off by him. You stood up and walked towards the kitchen, your memories of the dream still lingering in your mind. Out of instinct you make 2 cups of coffee for the both of you.

You hand one mug and sit beside the god, your eyes absently staring at a wall while taking small sips from the mug.

"Are you sure?" Loki asked with an amused yet concern tone and lifted a brow, taking a sip out of his mug.

"I'm fine." You shrugged, you can't stop yourself from thinking of that damn dream. Shaking your thoughts off, you place your mug and made your way to your room, plucking out a sleek tight training suit, and placing them on the bed, you started getting ready.

Loki just watches you, trying to find out what was wrong while leaning on your door frame, arms crossed over his chest. You eventually realize that your door was still open so you excuse Loki out and close your door.

Once the clothes were settled you went in the bathroom and started the shower, slightly adjusting the water to the temperature of your liking.

Stepping in you grab the shampoo bottle, pouring a generous amount on your hand and started massaging it on your hair, making suds and foam form from the friction made.

"Are you seriously telling me you do not feel anything towards me, not even noticing the small moments we have?" Loki's voice echoed through your mind.

Out of everyone on this planet, why did you fall for this sweet God? Why couldn't you just fall in love with an actor like anybody else to avoid the chaos and madness that is inevitable in these feelings? Feelings that you wanted to avoid at all costs, being attached to him is a dangerous game you might not be willing to play.

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Getting knocked out by a fist to your face brought you back to reality. You recollect your thoughts and composer.