Life with Loki - short stories

Something, at First Sight - II *

Tags/Warnings: (I dont want to give too much away) but: Heartbreak / Yelling / Angst / Crying
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Your mind was a compound of confusion; of anger, of hurt. Of sadness. You kept losing your orgasm as you rode the tongue that was pressing firmly against your clit. The man of that tongue thought you cared about him, and you did; only as a human, but not as a potential partner. The grip of your hand tightened through his short curls as you fucked his face. And there it was. Done. You came but that particular peak was lacking. And now you felt something else building. Something, that was not pleasure in the slightest.

"Get dressed and get the fuck out". You spat towards the bare —and extremely hardened— man that was laying upon your bed.

"Babe?". He jolted upright as your turn around. "I thought we—

"I said get the fuck out!". The naked man quickened his actions, dressing immediately, as your growl left no room for any romantic fantasy he thought that this was. How wrong he was.

Stripping your sheets as if they were a murder scene; a death that took place. You then stood under the waterfall of the shower, attempting to clear your mind, as well as your heart. Half of you was on the verge of running to check on Loki. That was so unlike him. He had never spoken to you with anything less than a friendly tone in the whole time of knowing him. You had heard others having the misfortune of having the intimidating God sneering at them... but that wasn't for you. Neither of you treated each other like that? You respected him and he respected you... or so you had thought. Hence, why the other half of you was fuming. Tugging at the last thread of your temper as you replayed his words in your head.

'How DARE he talk to me like that?!'.
'He was hurt. Hurt by me? But he doesn't care that I... he said himself that he wasn't .... '.

This was why you stopped yourself from contacting him that night. You were terrified that your hurt would overrule your compassion. You contemplated if you should message Thor and ask him to check on his brother. But you didn't. Your hands didn't move to pick up your phone because your brain wasn't straight. Not in the slightest.

The hours began to bleed into one another, and soon, into days.

To Loki: as he saw you leaving the room each time, as he saw your eyes quickly flicker to his before instantly turning away, he felt his heart plunge lower. Although your body language was calm —flight over fight— he feared the anger that was most likely riddling your body. You meant an incredible deal to him, and the last thing he wanted —nor needed— to feel was the loss of you, but alas, it all became so clouded.

Such mirrors we are without the realisation of such intent.

To you: Loki was ashamed, disgusted in fact by his once best friend. He had said so himself- "I don't want a slut as my best friend anymore". Each syllable, looped painfully within your mind. Yes, you were angry, however, you were also incredibly sad, for many the reason. Loki meant a great deal to you, much more than he was aware of, and for said reason, the last thing you wanted to do was make him more uncomfortable. He said that word himself. He told you himself that he was uncomfortable. So away, you stayed. However, it seemed that the both of you couldn't run from the issue entirely.

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"What's wrong with you, Stank?".
"What is of matter, brother?".

"I need to tell you something, T".
"I made a horrific error. I spoke vile, foul words to the one who owns my heart".

"What? Is this to do with why you didn't come out last night?".
"I see. And are these words retractable?".

"I'm in love".
"It is ruined".