Give me Love

18. Relinquishing (some) Control*

When the song ended, Loki pulled away.

"Come with me..." he said while gingerly placing his arms around your waist.

"Where are we going...?" You murmured, but the raven haired man ignored your question. You had half expected him to lead you to the bedroom, but he didn't. He led you to the elevator, and took you to the level above the lounge room. The whole ride up, he never removed his arm from your waist. It was both soothing and unnerving...

When the doors opened, you were surprised... It felt more homely than the other level – and also more expensive at the same time. There were small tables, filled with knick-knacks and various books, comfortable looking leather chairs and lounges; a curving staircase sat along one wall that disappeared behind a wall of trickling water, as well as a - - you knees almost went weak when you saw it. A large, polished grand piano sat at the far end of the room, raised on its own level with a slick, black bar behind it. Loki busied himself trying to get all of the lights to work, and you took that chance to walk towards the piano.

Your hand skimmed over the silky, polished black body and you breathed in the lightly wooden scent. During your first year of high school, the music department had splurged to buy a baby grand piano – and once they did, you and your friends would spend your lunch times inside either playing or just chatting... A small nostalgic smile pulled at your lips. Of course by the end of the year someone had broken into the room and broke the piano... The happy smile slowly slipped away, replaced with an almost bitter scowl.

"Can you play?" Loki asked, making you jump slightly and turn towards him.

"I-I-uh..." your stuttering trailed off as you met his green gaze. "I used to play when I was younger... but I haven't played in years..." You turned slightly, lifted the keylid and pressed down on a key. "I honestly don't know if I'd remember everything..." You said while turning back to Loki. The raven haired man looked over his shoulder to the ascending staircase, and then back to you.

"Play for me?" he asked while stepping up to you. For a second you hesitated, but Loki quickly guided you to sit down on the small, creaking seat in front of the piano.

Hesitantly you looked to Loki before turning your attention back to the ivory white and ebony black keys. Your fingers slowly slipped across the cool surface, it had been years since you had played. School, work and life continued to get in the way... but you were happy to find that your muscles and hands seemed to remember what to do. You started off with a few familiar, yet nameless tunes that eventually morphed into Clair De Lune – though, you weren't quite sure how it happened... Suddenly your mind began to drift away; you the pressure of the keys beneath your fingertips, but your mind in another place, another familiar and unwanted memory... The hours upon hours blasting music in your headphones to block out the screaming match between your mother and her boyfriend... You took a deep breath as your eyes slowly drifted shut. You could feel the softness of your mattress beneath you, the light plastic keyboard on your lap, and the sounds of rustling papers around you. By the age of ten, simply listening to music did little good – you had to distract your mind as well as your ears, so you saved for months to buy a second hand keyboard and guitar... The guitar lasted two months before it was broken in a drunken rampage, but you had managed to hide the plastic piano under your bed...

"Why did you stop playing?" Loki asked, snapping you out of your memory.

You quickly turned to him with wide eyes.

"Huh?" he glanced down to your unmoving hands and then back to his eyes. "Oh... Right... Um..." how to explain it... "Just... remembering some... stuff..." you said uncertainly. The back of his hand trailed over your cheek,

"Are you tired?" he asked. You quirked a brow and slightly shifted away from his touch,

"No, not really." A small smirk quirked at Loki's lips,

"Good..." he stood and walked around the small seat, making sure to snag your hand, before heading towards the stairs, "I would have been disappointed if I had to wait another night." Suddenly your heart began to race. 'Wait another night'? Was he... Did he... did he want sex? You hadn't forgiven him... but you had said you could work through it all... but... but you weren't ready for sex! You blinked once and your mind took you back to that night. Your body pushed into the cool metal bars as Loki forced his way into you multiple times; the burning pain of your nether regions and, well... everywhere, and the image of Thor distorting into the shape of The Teacher. You bit down hard on your tongue, hoping it would keep you from throwing up...