"I can sense the darkness in you calling for mine and what a lovely waltz it would be, swaying over everyone and everything without a care, not bound by morals and consequence, to show you how magnificently broken and perfect you are. I would tear y...
Loki was staring at the two shirts lying on the bed. The bathroom door opened and steam flew out to the little corridor as Elianah emerged, wrapped in a towel like some vision. He had to stop himself from staring too long as she disappeared into the living room. He chose the black shirt and put it on.
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'The taxi with Claire will be here in ten minutes.' Elianah shouted from outside.
'I'm not the one wearing a towel.' he replied and grinned at her dismissive scoff.
He took one last look in the mirror and went to the living room. She didn't hear him, being preoccupied with stepping into a light blue dress, pulling it up on her body. She was wearing nothing under it apart from a white strapless bra and white thin panties seemingly made of only strings, leaving very little to the imagination. He swallowed back his possessiveness. This was Midgard with different underwear traditions, he kept telling himself. Elianah let out a frustrated sigh, struggling with the zip on the back of her dress.
'May I?' he asked.
'Yes, please.'
He strolled over and held down the bottom of the dress and carefully pulled the zip all the way up. For a moment they both tensed, aware of how close they were standing to each other, then she pulled away, walking to the door, sliding into a white pair of laced boots. She turned around, looking for her phone. Loki couldn't help but linger his eyes on her as she slipped a dagger into her right boot, hiding it with magic. She looked mouthwatering in that sleeveless mini dress with symmetrical vertical cut-out details on each shoulder.
'You look stunning.' he said.
'Thank you. You look alright too.' she said evenly, too evenly.
He grinned.
'You need to work on your compliments.'
'What for? You compliment yourself enough.' she quipped and smirked at him.
Loki chuckled and they headed down to the street. The fact was that he looked too handsome with his slim fit black shirt, sand linen trousers and beige trainers, too cool with his dark sunglasses on his head, his hair tied up in a man bun like he was some kind of artist as well. When they got downstairs, he casually linked his fingers into hers. Those few seconds of his touch were enough to send heatwaves through Elaianah's skin paired with images of the night before, making her heart beat faster. She slept on the couch yesterday, because they didn't really talk about what happened between them, although Loki asked if the couch was comfortable enough, but thankfully he didn't try after that. He let go of her hand as they reached the front door and opened it for her. The taxi was already there.
