I see you || Loki

3.Bedroom Beguilement

What a delightful summons...

You threw your pillow across the room. You knew Loki had tricks and magic—everyone knew that—but how in all the stars were you supposed to know that he could do that? That, no matter where he was in Asgard, he would hear the sound of his own name? That wasn't normal and, frankly, it wasn't fair.

You had never done anything to betray your obligation to Thor in your life and that this, something you'd done in the privacy of your own room, something that no one would speak against, was your undoing was the height of injustice. That Loki should know what you'd thought of him... it... it was... tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. It was humiliating, which, you supposed had been the point all along. You couldn't stop him from telling anyone. You couldn't stop him from lording it over you. You couldn't stop him... so why try? Why fight so hard against something you wanted? You stood in the middle of your room and fisted your hands in your skirt. He already knew you desired him and until he got what he wanted, he wouldn't relent. If all it would take was one night with him, then maybe you could get this out of your head. What more harm could you cause?

"Loki," you called to the room, voice wavering in the tiniest betrayal of your uncertainty.

Loki's voice appeared behind you. "Perhaps I should have kept my secret from you a little longer." You turned to find him lounging across your sofa, one arm thrown over the back, every inch of him the self-possessed royal. "I so enjoyed your shows."

You swallowed and looked away. Loki appeared just as at ease in your room as he had at the library, in the throne room, in the corridor, everywhere. How did he manage to look as if he owned any space in which he entered? How could he make you feel like a visitor in your own room? "Will you tell Thor?" you asked.

"Will you?"

"No."

"Then why should I?" You nodded, more to yourself than to him. You couldn't look at him, your eyes instead fixed on the curtain that concealed your window. "Don't be like that," Loki said. "Look at me with those lovely eyes."

Your gaze snapped back to his. You hadn't called Loki here just to talk about Thor. The glint in his eyes told you that he knew this already. "Did you"—you swallowed, though your throat was dry—"Did you mean what you said earlier? That you weren't teasing me?"

A fire lit behind Loki's eyes. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. A slow smile spread over his face, predatory hunger written in his features. "Come here and I'll show you exactly what I meant."

Heat flashed over your skin, even as a chill raced down your spine. This was not a fantasy. This was not a line that could be uncrossed. Your treachery had only been in your mind up until now. But... if you acted on your thoughts... Your eyes flickered away from his and you cleared your throat. This had been a mistake. You shouldn't have—

"Oh, pet, no," Loki said, interrupting your thoughts. "Don't hesitate now. Don't be afraid." He reached his hand out to you, beckoning you forward. Despite yourself, you found your feet carrying you to him. "You have nothing to fear from me," he said, taking your hand in his and drawing you onto the couch by his side. "I won't do anything you don't wish me to." A wicked gleam came to his eyes. "Though I am capable of making you wish for all kinds of things." Loki ran his fingers over your temple, down the side of your cheek, murmuring all the while. You let his words seep into your skin until you felt your breathing even out and your heartrate return to a steady rhythm. "What do you want?" he asked, voice dropping to the same tone of molten gold that mesmerized you the last time. "You need only tell me."

Your breath caught with renewed uncertainty. You had thought Loki would take charge, not leave things in your hands. But he watched you with the same amused curiosity that he always had, as if his only interest was whatever action you took next. Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips. "I want to kiss you."