Trapped in heaven ~ lokius

Chapter 6- Could I?

Loki's point of view:

After being out with Mobius all day, we burst through the doors of Mobius' home a little tipsy. Mobius lead me into his house with his hand in mine and we didnt think anything of it.

We hadn't drank much ; however we did have a few whisky's with out meal. We were both laughing at a joke Mobius had just told when I stumbled and fell onto the sofa, bringing Mobius down with me.

He laughed, "Wow. Well hello there Loki." He smirked leaning over me, his eyebrow slightly raised and his hands either side of my waist. Quickly, I sucked in a breath trying to suppress the urge to pull him in closer by his tie, which was taunting me by dangling in arms reach.

I swallowed my embarrassment and let out a forced laugh as I attempted to conceal my emotions, "Hey." I looked up into his bright blue eyes, then to his hair and then down to his lips. My thoughts wondered and the air choked me with bubbling tension.

I cleared my throat trying to move on but Mobius just smiled sweetly down at me. God dam that smile! "You look nice today." He said, slightly dazed. Looking me briefly up and down before returning his gaze to my eyes.

"I have greasy hair and haven't changed my clothes since I got here?" I responded with heavy sarcasm and a quiet laugh. Trying to understand how what he saw was good, well it amused me.

His eyes creased as he smiled and then they softened once more, "You still look good. You pull the 'defiantly needs a shower' look, off well." Taking a moment to look anywhere but me, he paused, "Although you probably should have a shower." He laughed.

"Yeah..." I sighed and began to push myself off the sofa and in turn head butting Mobius with an extreme amount of force. I raised a hand straight to my forehead, "Ow!" Then looked at Mobius who was in absolute shock, "Oh my lord! Im so sorry. Are you hurt? Do you need an ice pack? I can-"

Unknowingly, I was speaking frantically at a pace which was impossible to understand. Out of pure panic and to a need to make sure he was okay, I placed both my hands loosely on his waist drawing him in closer to me. Mobius didnt jump, he instead shuddered from then sudden presence of my hands on his hips.

"Ouch." He laughed also raising a hand to his forehead slowly in shock, "No I'm fine." He chuckled, "Just go and have a shower and I'll prepare some tea." He took a couple steps back removing my hands from his waist.

I sighed, "Sorry." I apologised once more. My head still throbbed but I imagined he was going through the exact same pain.

He smiled as he made his way over to the kitchen and then rolled his eyes, "Go and have a shower!" He exclaimed with a chortle.

Time skip brought to you by my inability to write a story without drunk people (don't drink guys).
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Once I had finished my shower, I left the bathroom with a towel warped around my waist and then scuffled into my room. Impatiently, I rummaged through the shopping bags to find a set of pyjamas. Once I had found them, I changed into them and made my way downstairs.

On my slow decent down the stairs I began to smell some lovely food that I wasn't quite sure of what it was. I walked through the corridor until reached the dinning table and saw Mobius sitting there with a smile plastered on his face and two plates of spaghetti.

I returned the smile and sat down opposite him and we both picked up our forks and began eating. As we were eating, Mobius said through chewing, "That whole wet hair thing looks amazing." He told met hen continued to eat his spaghetti, unfazed by his words.

However, I was fazed and felt my cheeks grow hot and I just knew they had turned a more vibrant colour, "Oh umm... thank you." I panicked.

"You should do it more often." He laughed and then went back to his food and so did I.

For the rest of the meal we ate in silence until we were both finished. I picked his plate up along with my own and took them into the kitchen - Mobius followed me. I turned my back to him and put them in the sink, knowing it was too late to wash up now.

Behind me, I could feel Mobius' tension, "Is it wrong for me to like you, even if I have only known you for two days?" He asked, making his way forward and leaning against the counter to face me.

Slowly, I turned to face him, "Of course not. But you could get to know me a bit more." I suggested with a subtle smirk growing on my face. I leaned in closer to him.

"Oh? And how would I go about doing that?" He raised an eyebrow, his interest growing and he leaned into me as well.

"Well lets see we could..." I thought for a moment, "Go out somewhere, sit down and talk we could-"

"Can I kiss you?" He interrupted me.

I was stunned at his bluntness, "Oh. I- well... I mean... you could."

His eyes widened and he immediately stalled back from me, "Oh sorry, that was stupid. Sorry im drunk, I don't actually want to... to you know. Please don't tell anyone. You know what im just gonna go to bed." He ran off upstairs.

"Mobius wait I-" I called after him but soon stopped knowing he wouldn't be able to hear me.

How did I yell, yes! I do want to kiss you! I really really do!

Although I wanted to get to know him more, I also craved for his touch, his lips against mine, anything. Though I suppose that would never happen.

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Alright, leave some sexual tension for the rest of us.