Woodland Whispers & Loki's Love

Part 16- The silent treatment

The rest of the day I spent with the curtains drawn sitting in the den that Wanda had made. When evening came round Nat and Wanda joined me. We sat with a film on and Nat ordered a Pizza. Nat didn't know exactly what was happening but she didn't pry, she just sat with me making small talk.

I barely noticed the tv over the ringing in my ears, and I still felt too sick to eat. When the film was over they both offered to stay the night, or for me to sleep in one of their rooms if I didn't want to be on my own. But I was too tired, I wanted my own bed and to be alone.

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The morning rolled round and I had absolutely no desire to get out of bed, I knew Bucky hadn't done anything wrong but I still couldn't bring myself to have our early morning coffee, and so I stayed, wrapped up in my duvet, refusing to face the outside world.

Eventually the rumbling in my stomach grew bad enough that I forced myself out of bed. I came out of the lift, from there I could see most of the kitchen island, most of the team were milling out, I hesitated at the door but couldn't see Loki and stepped inside.

As I entered the room I looked around, Loki stood by the window watching everyone through narrow eyes. I was surprised to see him, and so decided to take my opportunity to speak to him. I stepped towards him, trying my best to ignore the rage festering inside him.

For the first time in a while he held himself high, as if he were the most important person in the room, he seemed impossibly tall, formally dressed in his full Asgardian robes. There was nothing human about the way he looked.

As I reach in front of him I stretched my hand out to touch his arm, "tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit" he said as his eyes snapped to me, looking me up and down with disdain "I am sick when I do look on thee". I stepped back, a scoff escaping my lips, Loki had dropped most of his formalities on living here, so to hear him speak like this felt so much worse.

As soon as he spoke, my blood began to boil, rage filled my being as I became infuriated.

He spoke in such an intelligent and regal manner, yet he couldn't see what was so clearly obvious. That I cared for him, that nothing had happened between Bucky and I. I was lost as to how could he be so stupid, and before I could stop myself I spat back in exasperation "oh you sodden-witted lord! Thou hast no more brain than I have in mine elbows!".

My voice rang out around the room, easily three times as loud as his had been, how he was hiding the seething anger behind his eyes I did not know, what I did know was that I just pulled the attention of everyone in the room, and I absolutely did not care.

Loki clearly had not expected for me to shout at him, he looked at me with indignation for daring to question his intelligence. With each word he stepped closer to me, his voice getting louder and louder "Get you gone, you dwarf, you minimus of hindering knotgrass made, you bead, you acorn!". Through my rage I noticed he'd reached for his knife.

Every word he threw at me sent me further into a deep anger, my head was pulsing, bile was in my throat looking at the heartless man in front of me "You lack love, you kill-courtesy!" I screamed.

Loki looked at me, a twisted smirk across his face "Well then churl" he stepped towards the door, shoving my shoulder as he did so "I do desire that we may be better strangers", and he walked from the room.

As soon as he was gone Wanda rushed to my side. With him gone I felt like someone had let the pressure out of my brain and my mind cleared. In the absence of his emotions I realised that the feelings which fuelled my words was his anger and not mine.

The entire team stood in shock watching me. "What in the Shakespeare was that?" Tony said breaking the silence. 

"oh fuck off Stark" Bucky snapped back. Tony lifted his hands up in mock surrender.