(Loki's pov)
I awoke to the sound of a crackling fire, its glow illuminating my eyelids and pulling me from the darkness. 'I'm.... alive?' I moved to sit up, but quickly dropped back to the earth as a burning pain sprung from my side. "Ahhhh, ow." I grunted as I attempted to shift my body.
"Easy, easy, you don't want to reopen your wound." A gentle voice whispered. Cold hands wrapped around me to support my back, pulling me up into a more upright sitting position. My head shifted; my vision clouded and drowsy. 'It's her, the girl I... kidnapped. She's... here?' My thoughts tried to make sense of it as she lifted a cup to my lips, filling my dry throat with cool water. 'It's almost dark out', I realize as the warmth of the campfire radiates on my skin.
"I couldn't carry you. So we'll camp here until you can stand." Her voice pulls me from my thoughts, I nod, not completely sure what to say.
"Why," my voice is harsh and strangled, a truly horrid sound, "why are you still here?" She shook her head, shrugging. My eyes drift lazily to her long hair, 'its quite beautiful in the light of the fire...' 'Focus! Why did she help you?' My thoughts startle me back to reality.
"Why did you help me!?" I say, much firmer now.
"I'm not the kind of person to leave someone behind to die, even if that someone is a psychopathic maniac such as yourself." She says plainly, her eyes glowing in the diminishing sunlight. I laugh; too pained to bother masking my amusement.
"You should rest. Your wound is still fresh." That sounded a lot like a command, but I supposed she was right. I allowed my heavy eyelids to fall shut, welcoming the exhaustion induced sleep.
[(Y/N)'s pov]
I sighed as he drifted back to sleep, from the moment he'd awoken all he'd done was stare at me. What was that about? Was it really that shocking that I'd helped him? 'He must be delirious.' Honestly I didn't even know why I'd done it. And I didn't want to think about it either, I decided to simply sleep now and do all the soul searching stuff later.
The cool morning light awoke me just as the sun rose up from behind the horizon. For some reason I will probably never comprehend, I reached over and gently woke Loki. "Look." I said plainly. He sighed from tiredness and craned his head up at the rising sun, "It seems Midgard is indeed capable of great beauty."
I smiled, "You should see the sunsets." But as I looked back at him I realized; he wasn't watching the sun anymore, he was staring straight at me. I attempted to ignore the stare, but it was almost impossible to resist a look at those haunting green eyes. I must've failed to notice my hand still resting on his shoulder, because he took me by surprise by saying, "Am I allowed to touch you now?"
My eyes widened at the sudden question. "Uh, sure, yea, just uh, don't jump me like that again please?"
He nodded and, seeming satisfied and to have made his mind up about something, turned his attention back to the sunrise. I turned my head up just barely, expecting him to say something more. Instead, he wrapped his long arm around my hip and yanked me to his side. I let out a tiny screech of shock as I was stuck pressed against his still very bare chest by the iron grip of his arm. He smiled to himself, and then continued to admire the sunrise, as if nothing had happened. And so I sat there, unable to move until he chose to let go.
After a considerable while, he began to drift back to sleep and his arm slowly loosened on my hip, allowing me to wiggle free and rush off to get water, supplies, wood, really anything to get me as far away from the former moment of embarrassment as possible. Quietly I desperately tried my best to hide my blushing as I ran off into the cabin. When I made my way back to him I found him standing, or trying to. I immediately set down the water and rushed to his side. There was that devil-like smile again, "I'm fine. I don't need any help." He barked sharply. I shuddered at the sudden return of his course commanding demeanor, a quiet reminder I did not come here of my own volition. He took two steps before nearly tumbling to the ground. I shot forward to support him, but he thrust his hand out to strike me in the chest.
"I can walk fine on my own."
I growled, subconsciously losing my patience. "You clearly can't! Stop being such a bloody idiot and let me help you!" With a start, my eyes widened at the realization of who I'd just snapped at, a small squeak of fear leaving me at the look Loki speared me with.
I held my ground though and didn't move my still outstretched hands. "I'm going to help lift you now." He hissed, his now fully conscious eyes still piercing me, but he didn't protest any further. We made it up to the last step of the cabin stairs, and then he slipped. The world moved in slow motion as he fell on top of me, practically crushing me under his weight. "Ow." I mutter, as I feel the all to familiar heat on my cheeks. My face was now sandwiched against his bare chest! *panic* He groaned with effort and managed to get on his hands and knees. But he was still atop me... He laughed softly, his harmful gaze melting away to playfulness. How bipolar is he anyway? 'He's staring at me... oh no... I know that look.' But it was to late, his lightning quick motions closed the gap between us, his soft cold lips molding to mine. I could hardly resist pressing back, reaching my hands up to tangle in his tousled hair.
Finally I managed the strength to pull away, gasping for air as he flashed that horribly charming smirk. And then the after glow is all gone, and the fear and reality of my situation just comes rushing back. I'm being held captive by a psychotic alien who attempted to overtake my planet and killed hundreds.... and I'm making out with him. *mental facepalm*
