Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Two

Loki got comfortable and took his suit jacket off. He hung it on the back of the desk chair. "Well, Ophelia," he looked at her with a sly smile. "As I'm sure you know, I was cheated into failure during my attack on New York." Ophelia leaned back on the bed and nodded. "I did manipulate their deceivable brains, and left my prison in Asgard. Hoping to escape my thick skulled brother, I fled to a boring, secluded place.." He frowned, clearly not remembering the name of the town. "....this town."

"Bibury."

He waved his hand. "Whatever. But Thor found me, which led me to crashing through your..home." Ophelia sat up. "Which you will be paying for, by the way. Just cause you're an asshole doesn't mean you get away with things." Loki opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Ophelia smiled. "That's what I thought. Also tomorrow," she added as she went into the bathroom. "We will be returning briefly to me home, to get me clothes and things." She emerged from the bathroom wearing a robe. She reached up to let out her extremely long black hair. Loki felt a flush come to his face. He frowned to himself, shaking the feeling. Ophelia scanned the room with her sapphire coloured eyes. "So, this place is a bit homey."

"Why are you here?" Loki asked. The girl raised her eyebrow. "Is it really that important that y'know?" Loki kept a straight face. Ophelia held her hands up in defeat. "Alright, alright." She sat beside him again. His emerald eyes briefly glanced at her cleavage, but quickly looked away. "I dunno, honestly. I guess cause I'm fascinated, and it's not every day that a God crashes threw your house." Loki realized she had a fair point, but he still disliked that she wanted his company. He wanted to scare her into leaving, but he had no idea how. There was an awkward silence, and usually Loki had something smart to say, but for some reason his nerves were...not how they usually were. "Tell me..about..you?" Loki tried. Ophelia burst out laughing and he felt embarrassed. What was it about this women that made him so vulnerable? "You don't have to make small talk darlin'...but if you really want to know.." She smoothed her hair down and smiled. "Ok well, I was born July 13, 1989 on a farm just about ten minutes out of Bibury." Loki sighed and put his chin in his hand, certainly not interested in hearing her whole life story. "I have two sisters. Elsie and Persephone. Elsie is me older sister by two years, and she's married and has a little brat named John. Then Persephone is only me half sister, but her dad was prick and ran away after she got cancer. Didn't want to pay the bills, I guess. Fuckin' prick, he was. Anyways, she's only about 16, I reckon. Then there's me old lady. She's a sweet heart, she is. Still lives in that farm. But I moved out, got a job." Ophelia stopped and looked at the God on the bed, who looked ready to fall over from sleep. "Oy! Are you listening?" She slapped his knee. "Of course. This story is more than entertaining." He said with an eye roll. Ophelia stood up. "Fine. Lets fuck then." She quickly got on her knees in front of him and put her hand in between his legs. He looked at her for moment before sighing. "Remove your hand from my gonads, Ophelia. Now." She shrugged and stood up. "Your loss, Luv." She removed her robe to reveal a black lace bra and matching panties. She climbed into bed and pretended not to notice Loki's obvious erection. "G'night, Mister Laufeyson." She curled up under the covers and shut her eyelids. Loki walked to the window and decided to stay awake in case Thor was to find him again. He felt like this was going to be a very long week.

"Loki."

The God opened his green eyes to see Ophelia dressed in the green dress and black fur coat Loki had given her as part of their act. He glanced at the clock. 8:27. He had accidentally fallen asleep. "Time to go back to my place, remember?" He stood up and stretched. "I don't have to do anything." He walked past her but she grabbed his arm. He raised his free hand to hit her, but stopped when seeing the pistol in her hand. "Let's go, Lee." She said, using his fake name she had given him the night before. He sighed and put his coat back on, and left with Ophelia. She tried to hold his arm, but he yanked it away from her. Mr. Mole was sitting at the desk, drinking a coffee. "Cheerio, Mr. Mole!" Ophelia called as the two walked out the door. He quickly ran around the desk. "Are you leaving?" He asked. She turned around and smiled at Loki. "No, Lee and I will be getting some stuff, and be right back. In fact, do you have a car or something? We seemed to have left ours somewhere."