Frozen heart

Chapter 5

-CK
Just my luck. As soon as something good happens in my life, like this trip to Midgard, SOMEONE has to come along and mess it up. Someone like Loki.

I glance up at him, and his pale blue skin seems to turn even paler, if that's even possible. His face doesn't show any emotion at the realization, but I can tell he's thinking intensely.

"So, one bed." I state the obvious, hoping he'd come up with some miraculous solution. But he doesn't, he just looks at me blankly, as if he's waiting for me to make the decision. I hate making decisions.
"I call the bed, you can sleep on the couch." I rush over to the bed, sitting on it like a bird claiming its perch. My bed. I am not going to give up my comfort for him.

"Alright, love, calm down." He says in his annoyingly attractive tone.
"I'm far too tall to sleep on the couch, but if you wish to sleep on the bed, I suppose I'll sleep on the floor."
My eyes widen. He'd sleep on the floor just so I'm comfortable? Is this a joke?

Hr grabs a pillow and a blanket, setting it up on the floor. Oh my gods, he's actually going to sleep on the floor. The clock ticks 10pm, and I walk into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. Loose t shirt, slim pajamas shorts, half-assed braid, just like how I always sleep. I walk out to find Loki in sweats.

Oh. My gods.
Since when was he hiding all that under the armor? I can't see his chest fully, but his arms are muscular yet lean, like a skilled swimmer's. Not gained from lifting weights, but obviously from athletic training. His shirt is half lifted up, like he was in the middle of putting it on, and damn those abs. Mountains and valleys of soft blue skin, with a diving V line that what would lead to—
I force my eyes to peel away from him, as he finishes putting his shirt on silently, his cheeks turning a pale lavender.

Before I can make a comment, he lays down on his makeshift bed on the floor. I walk over to the bed, getting in. Sighing, I turn to face him as he lays on the floor with his back to me. My mind flashes with images of him shirtless again, and I stuff my face into the pillow. Fucking thoughts.

Hours flurry on, and I eventually fall asleep.

I'm woken my a thump in the middle of the night, a tingling pain in my side.
I fucking fell off the bed. Great.
Loki's cool, blue arm wraps around my waist, dragging me into his chest, burying my face into his neck. He's holding onto me like I'm some sort of teddy bear. He murmurs something incoherent, yet it still makes my heart flutter. Just hearing that tired little whiny voice of his would make any girl faint, I'm sure.

I try to wriggle and squirm out of his grip for a good five minutes, writhing and wiggling, but he only holds me right to his chest, his lips resting against my forehead. I really do feel like a teddy bear. I don't fight back anymore, I just accept it, cuddling into his chilly embrace. It's cold, but it still feels oddly warming.

My eyes slowly close, and just before I doze off, I hear him stir.

"Good night, pet."

I feel a soft kiss on my forehead, which carries me into sleep.

The next morning:
I wake up on the bed, nestled perfectly and snugly under the blankets. How did-? I swear, I feel asleep on the-

Loki walks in, and when he sees my open eyes, he squats down by the side of the bed, tilting his head so it's level with mine.
"Ah, she's awakened. Good morning?"

I groan and sit up, and Loki stands up tall. Forcing myself to my feet, I'm yet again reminded of our 13 inch height difference. I've always had a thing for taller guys, maybe it's my daddy issues, or maybe it's a sick masochistic love of neck pain from having to look up at them. Either way, I think I blushed a little.

Bad idea.

Loki smirks and leans down.
"Has my handsome face finally caught up to you, pet?"
I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I h-
He straightens to his full height and my breath catches again.

"You held me like a teddy bear last night, I'm embarrassed. For you. Because you acted like a child" I quip.

"Darling, you didn't seem to mind it as you snored loudly in my arms."  My eyes widen. Do I snore?! Oh my gods, do I fucking snore?!

"I do not snore!" I say. I don't care if I sound like a whiny child, I will not be embarrassed by the man who probably sucks his thumb.

I storm past him, changing in the bathroom. We're going back to Asgard today, and I must wear what is expected. I put in a nice, simple white dress, and a white headband with a bow. "Coquette" is what new media calls the style. 

Once I step out, I sigh. I have to think about this. So I decide to take a walk in the woods.

Taking a taser in my purse, just in case.

The cool breeze hits me like a wave of euphoria, washing away the cloudiness of my mind, and as I walk what might as well be miles in the woods, I lay out what's been going on with Loki.

All the facts...

And the feelings...