Trapped in heaven ~ lokius

Chapter 7- Slow

Loki's point of view:

For a moment I stood there, contemplating what had just happened. Mobius had ran up the stairs in what I assume to be embarrassment. He asked to kiss me... but why? I looked around the kitchen in shock, trying to rattle my brain as to what he saw in me.

Sighing, I tried to forget about it and began washing up the plates and cutlery from just a few minutes ago. My breathing had grown slightly unsteady and my face was practically scorched. I could picture the deep shade of crimson that my cheeks had turned.

While I washed up I started outside the frosted over window to think about what just happened. It was pitch black outside so I was staring back at my reflection : messy hair, parted lips, eyes wide in shock and my shirt collar that had gone out of place. I was an absolute mess.

Once I had finished washing the plates up I made my way upstairs to my room. I felt awful, should I speak to him? Probably best if not. Trying to make the least noise possible, I opened my squeaky door and crept inside my room. I unbuttoned my shirt and then removed it, replacing it with my pyjamas.

I lay down on my bed after I had changed and released a loud sigh, gazing around the room. My impatience was growing, I wanted to talk to him. Was it the alcohol or was it infatuation? I have no clue.

But I gave in. I got up off the bed and left the guest room. I crept down the corridor and when I approached Mobius' room I could hear loud page turning and could see a warm glow coming from under the door.

I knocked and received no response. So I knocked again. No response. Although it seemed rude, I just opened the door to be met with Mobius : messy hair, shirt sleeves rolled up, holding a book and looking up at me through his eyebrows. Hot.

I shook the feeling off, trying to stop myself from looking him up and down multiple times. That was a failure.

"Are you alright?" I asked, leaning against the door frame with my arms folded. "You kind of ran off earlier." I said sympathetically. And it wasn't 'kind of', he ran off.

He looked back to his book as he spoke to me, "I didn't say you could come in." He gently suggested. He wasn't being rude, he was just stating a simple fact.

However, I ignored his statement, "I washed the dishes up so you don't have to worry about them."

Putting his bookmark slowly back into his book he looked back up at me, "Thank you." He put his book on his bed side table. "Wow, you're such a gentleman." He scoffed.

Weakly, I smiled. "What happened earlier?" I pried.

He folded his arms, resting them on his duvet, "Just ignore it." He paused, "I'm under the influence. I don't actually love you or want to kiss you, I promise. That was a stupid thing to say."

I don't know why (and it shouldn't of) but his words hurt. Maybe it was my ego or maybe it was heartbreak- I have no clue. I sucked in a breath, "I know." We spoke quietly. "You know it's okay if you do right? Love me? Or any other men?" I tried to shut the conversation down as soon as the words came out my mouth.

He avoided my gaze and looked just above me, "Yeah. I know. Maybe at some point it will be." He took a deep breath. "Will you join me in bed?" He looked directly into my eyes. "You don't have to of course."

My back arched slightly, "Do you... want me to?" I asked.

"If you want to. Just for tonight." He shrugged, beginning to lie down.

I unfolded my arms, "Sure." I walked slowly over to the left side of the bed and lowered myself down onto it, laying next to him. I stared at him slowly for a minute and then adjusted my posture and rested my head against the pillow.

I was now staring into his tired eyes and he looked straight back into mine. They were fluttering between open and closed and he blinked slowly. He smiled softly, "You really do look nice today." His eyes softened and eventually closed with a smile still painted on his face.

I gave him no response but resting my hand on his waist, getting slight flashbacks to earlier. I didn't pull him in, I didn't grab onto him, I just rested it there. Just to show him I'm here. He lowered his head slightly to the point where my chin brushed the top of his hair.

I raised my arm slightly letting it rest on the side of his ribs. And I released a breath I didn't know I was holding, allowing my head to sink down to his.

838 words

Short and sweet.