Summary/Inspiration: Arctic Monkeys - "You're So Dark" Song
Requester: @kathren1sky-blog (tumblr)
Note: Happy Spooky Season!
Rating: R
"your out of the dress code again.''
You cast a glance over your shoulder at your supervisor who kept walking, knowing it was an endless battle where you would just keep showing up with your black makeup on. Right down to your choker that stayed comfortably tight around your neck, you told yourself they should be grateful you even bothered putting on the SHIELD uniform on today.
Halloween was upon you all, just at the end of this week and you thought there was nothing wrong with getting into the spirit things.. even if you were the only one celebrating. Then again.. you practically celebrated every day..
You took walks in cemeteries, isolated with your dark romance books and rocked the black 'everything' look no matter what occasion. What was wrong with you? You weren't sure how to answer that when people asked, though they didn't stay long for an answer. Not many people talked to you at work- anywhere.. they might assume you looked like you didn't want to be bothered. Needless to say, that didn't stop the eyes that would stare, one sharper than the others while you worked about in your environment- oblivious and innocent.
Loki often roamed around the tower in silence, sometimes reading outside his room on a good day. You thought his mysterious and quiet side was an invitation to find something in common, but whenever you would work up the guts to even think about approaching, he vanished. Yes, he was real. Yet seemed to not stay long whenever you were around.
Perhaps he thought you were weird, like the rest. His taste in company was rather picky. Hella picky. At least it didn't mess with your usual 'lone self' routine. Quite recently you caught him at work, roaming around still and looking down his nose while some agents babbled on about a job we all knew he wasn't going to accept. At least looking like he was trying bought him time here before Fury would realize he could care less about paying off his 'community service.'
''trick or treat'' one of your coworkers snickered past you, earning a glare while you did your best to be as polite in the work place as possible.
''fuck off.'' Failed.
Maybe it was better to not talk to anyone, they seemed to be all the same anyway and you enjoyed your secluded cubical where you didn't seem to get bothered.. that is, until you turned the corner.
You stopped short to find Loki lounging in your roller chair, ankles crossed while a lazy arm roamed around your items you had on the desk- décor and trinkets you somehow got away with by your bosses whom looked the other way as long as you did a good job.
''to my understanding, you humans don't tend to take an interest in the remains once flesh has been removed. Shall I locate the trash bin?" Loki asked innocently, his eyes not even looking up at you while he turned your raven skull in his hand curiously.
''no-!'' you gasped, stopping yourself short once his teasing eyes flicked up at you, making you glare and try to lower your voice as you stepped more into your cube, having to stand since a certain someone was in your chair. ''it's décor.. safe to keep.''
''and your interested in things like this?" he asked, not a tone of judgement in his voice while his eyes seemed to study you, mainly below your neck as you crossed your arms, somehow the choker feeling a little bit tighter.
''well.. yes- why waste something that won't deteriorate? Any fascination of- no- never mind.. can I help you?" you shake your head, trying to figure out why he was here and not babble like an idiot. He probably didn't care about all this anyway and would think your weird just like all the rest if you kept talking.
