An unconventional trio

Cravings

Loki's POV:

The steam from the bath swirls around me, thick and heady, curling like the thoughts in my mind. I watch the water rise, the soft sound almost drowned out by the echo of my heartbeat, a steady reminder of the moment I caught that glimpse of her—the real her. Nova.

I saw something raw, untamed, lurking just beneath the surface, hidden away behind those sharp eyes and cutting words. That anger, fierce and wild, had been intoxicating. I hadn't asked what exactly had brought her to that moment, what had driven her to the edge where even Barnes had turned to me for help. It hadn't mattered then. I was there to help, or so I told myself. But now...

Now, it's all I can think about.

I crave more of it, more of her, more of that sweet, chaotic mess she keeps hidden away. I can't shake the thought, the need to unravel her completely, to break down every wall she's put up. My mind is consumed with the desire to push, to press, to pry until there's nothing left between us but the truth. I want to see what she's hiding, what she's guarding so fiercely. And I want it all.

The water reaches the brim, and I shut off the tap with a slow, deliberate twist. The room is filled with the scent of lavender, mingling with the heat from the water, but all I can focus on is the memory of that flash of anger, that fire in her eyes.

Barnes was a...delicious treat. A want. A simple, fleeting desire. Satisfying, in the way a momentary indulgence is. He was something to conquer, a challenge to overcome, a toy to play with.

But Nova...

She is a need.

Barnes had been straightforward—a straightforward path to a simple pleasure. But Nova? She's a labyrinth, dark and winding, full of secrets waiting to be uncovered. And I can't resist the pull to dive in deeper.

Her presence isn't just something I desire; it's something I crave, something that gnaws at me, refusing to be ignored. She stirs something within me, something primal, something I haven't felt in... well, I can't quite remember when I last felt it. It's not just her beauty, though that is undeniable—it's her complexity, the way her mind works, the emotions she hides behind those sharp eyes.

My fingers curl, a subtle twitch as I resist the urge to reach out, to touch, to provoke her into revealing more of what lies beneath that carefully constructed exterior. The anger I glimpsed before was just the beginning—I'm certain of it. There's more to her, so much more, and the thought of unraveling her piece by piece, of watching her walls crumble under the weight of her own emotions, sends a thrill down my spine.

Barnes had been simple. Nova is anything but.