Captured Lightning (An Avengers / Loki Fanfiction)

The Heart

Loki's POV

I couldn't concentrate. Fury's mouthing was moving, surely spewing important facts I'd need to know later, but I couldn't bear to focus. After all, she was sitting there, barely inches from me. I watched as her finger brushed her lips in concentration. Her blond hair hung in delicate curtains around her face. I longed to lean forward and tuck it neatly behind her ear. But I controlled myself.

It would be hardly appropriate. Especially given the entire Avengers team was seated around the desk listening to another of Fury's lectures.

She caught my eye and offered a small grin. Her bottom lip becoming captured between her teeth.

A involuntary shiver ran down my spine. Admittedly, self-control had never been my strongest virtue.

My eyes trailed the curve of her neck, the soft shapes of her chest and...a sharp kick came into contact with my shin.

Thor had obviously caught onto my inadvertent starring.

When I caught his eye, he was looking at me with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

"Dismissed," Fury barked.

Before anyone could distract me, I dashed for my secret spot on the roof. If my behavior and thought patterns continued this way, I wouldn't be able to control myself much longer from taking her in my arms and kissing...

Stop!

This was proving more difficult then I would have ever thought possible. Is this what Thor felt about Jane? It was enough to drive a mere man insane. I couldn't remove her from my thoughts. I couldn't help but waste time pondering her uniqueness and intelligence. My heart hammered under it's own command when she entered a room.

I took out the letter out again and gazed at the page in wonder. This letter had started it all. The handwriting was just as I'd remember it. I traced over it in puzzlement. She had known me better then I'd even known myself. But her time had been cut short. And it was my fault.

Sadness swept over me. Waves continually hitting me in the chest like an ocean slamming against a beach. I would never forgive myself for what happened to Frigga. My mother. My teacher. My truest friend.

A tear slipped onto the page, drawing my attention back to her writing. I read it over again for the thousandth time.

My dearest son,

You are far too young and stubborn, as I write, to ever tell this to. While you struggle to come to terms with disappointment, heartache and suffering, I know that this will not last. I have written this letter in the hope that when you are ready to discover what your future holds, you will embrace it with your heart.

I have placed this letter with a young Rose and her family. I know that one day your paths will inextricably cross, and your brilliant mind will see me doing so. It is placed where no one else can stumble upon it.

In the past weeks, I have had a clear vision. A set in stone prophecy given to me by our ancestors. I see you clearly. Changed. No longer driven by a need for power. I see your new hopes. Yet I also see that I will not be around to witness such joy.

Promise me Darling, that this will not set you back on your path to light. As long as Thor and yourself carry my love onwards, I will be with you for all eternity. Yet I digress, this is not why I write. I write because I have seen something far greater then any of the above.

I have seen love.

A love that is strong and powerful.

A love of equals, meeting in unity to be one.