Down below

Chapter 10.

   Loki was watching that man openly flirting with Elianah and wanted to break his bones one by one. Can't she tell that he works here? Then it occurred to him that Thor gave her a key as well and he felt fury creeping up his spine. "That oaf! Why would he give her a key?" and sighed, chugging his drink in one go.

'Everything alright?' Trix asked him.

'Everything's just peachy.' he said, waving to the bartender.' Another one, please.'

'You are surely thirsty tonight.' she purred. He looked at her.

'Oh, I am definitely parched. Shall we?'

They made their way to the elevator. Trix made numerous attempts to strike up a conversation, but Loki couldn't be bothered. The possibility of Elianah going to room with that man-whore was driving him crazy. Surely she wouldn't. She didn't seem like the type based on their discussions. She was so sweet, so delightfully quirky, she wouldn't sleep with some stranger highly trained in carnal pleasures. Right... He let out a dejected sigh and drained his glass to the dregs, then smashed it to the floor. The elevator door opened and they went to the room. Trix didn't waste any time and she kissed him hungrily the moment he shut the door, pushing him against it. He grasped her shoulders and pushed her away.

'Slow down a little.'

'This is a first.' she said with a surprised look on her face.

'Let's see what drinks they keep up here.'

'You want to drink? Now?'

'Yes.'

'As you wish.' she shrugged, visibly offended and sat on the bed, crossing her legs.

Loki went to the minibar and grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass. He poured her one.

'Where's your glass?'

'I don't need one.' he said and drank from the bottle.

'Classy.' Trix sighed. 'Tell me, what's going on?'

'Nothing.'

'Well, normally by this time you would have ripped off my clothes or make them disappear, so don't give me that.'

He sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

'I think I have feelings.'

'No way! Get out of here!' Trix said sarcastically.

'Feelings for someone.'

'And? Why is that so bad?'

'They are distracting and disruptive. I want them to go away.'

'Well, Your Highness, I think I can help you with that.'

She slipped out of her dress, revealing a black wired basque with intricate embroidered embellishments and cut-outs and a matching thong. Loki drank from the wine, but she took the bottle from him and climbed on top of him.

'I really don't think this is going to work.' Loki sighed. 'Unless...'

'Anything you want.' Trix whispered in his ears seductively.

'Let's do some role playing.'

'Who do you want me to be?'

'Leave that to me. Just don't talk.'

She nodded and he waved his hand, casting an illusion of Elianah over her.

An hour later, Loki stepped into the elevator and pressed the button impatiently. He felt physically satiated, but he couldn't wait to get back down to the bar to see if Elianah was still there. He rushed through the door and looked around, but didn't see her and Sif was nowhere to be found either. Jealousy hit him like a tornado. He knew which room she was in, he saw the number on the key Thor had given her. He turned around and went back to the lobby, crashing into her.