Summary: It's not easy stalking a witch
Rating: PG
Requester: Lonely Forest Fairy (Quotev)
Note: you know what's funny? I'm finding writing difficult when it's not involving smut LOL *sweats*
Soft footsteps could be heard, being sure not to get the attention of the one being Loki favored in this entire damned tower. It was almost sunrise, everyone was clearly still asleep but after months of being stuck here until they felt his "parole" was finished, he'd selected to entertain himself by memorizing this witch's routine which quite surprisingly matched his.
They both usually were the first to rise, keeping to themselves but taking advantage of the quite space when it was rarely not filled with earths mightiest heroes. Of course, he knew she was unaware that he would wake up about the same time as she. How he would often quietly watch her work about in the kitchen with the use of her powers she thought was kept a secret. How he would catch sight of her reading on the balcony with one of his books she thought he wouldn't noticed was borrowed.
This witch- no.. this creature was nothing less than a goddess in his eyes and she didn't even know it. she was admired from afar, and just her mere scent alone would have him brush his palms anxiously against his pants to rid of the wanting feeling to hold her.
She would have been extremely powerful with him.. by his side. Her powers, much like Scarlett character he tended to avoid, would have been a great addition to his army just a couple months ago if things didn't turn out the way they did. They would have won, together.. if she hadn't been on the wrong aside.. yet if he had to settle in this spacious prison just a bit longer if it meant he would still be blessed to see her every day, he didn't necessarily regret anything in his past to have turned out to be here..
Keeping quiet now, as he always has, he took his usual place by the doorframe and leaned against it for comfort, prepared to stay as long as possible for however long she would take working about in the kitchen. Every now and again he would wander about, looking inside any of the cups and pans she would sometimes fill while he kept up his cloaking spell. Sometimes even close enough to take in her sweet scent he loved so much, but she could never see him. eventually when he would hear the others start to ready themselves and he would disappear back to his room as if he to was just waking up. Oh how he longed to spend these mornings visible to her.. conversing, reading.. perhaps a bit more if he didn't think she would view him the same as the others. Yet she has never treated him like them.. she was kind, her humor ran on the sarcasm side which would still get the corner of his mouth to curve. Her offers for whatever she was making to share was always abundant and yet.. he still stopped himself.. admiring in silence in these precious hours of dawn.
Today she was wearing her skinny jeans that framed her ass perfectly. A loose top that indicated she would perhaps do a bit of upper arm training when the day began. Over all, dressed her a casual day. His heart seemed to beat just a little bit faster at this, knowing this would mean it was her day off rather than when she would appear in her usual skin tight SHIELD uniform that hugged every delicious curve of her frame. Which meant.. he would have a larger chance at seeing her a bit more around her.. unless she was rarely called into work or she found herself going out. That was the difference- among many he supposed.. she was quite the introvert and would rarely join the others elsewhere, so he had hope that he would take her in a bit more today undisturbed by her disappearances.
His heart skipped a beat then when she turned with her coffee mug, leaning herself against the island by her mid section of elbows while she lazily took sips here and there. She was unaware if he would just drop his spell, they would be facing each other from where he watched in the door frame with only five steps apart. A soft sigh left his nose in just the thought as his eyes slowly took in her features once more.
