Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Five

"What do you mean we can't just firebomb it? That would make it so much easier!"

Loki sighed and rubbed his eyes. "There is no point in taking over Midgard if there is nothing but ashes left to dictate!"

Ophelia thumped her head onto the table. "You're being impossible." She mumbled.

"And where would you suppose we would get said firebombs?"

"Tony Stark, obviously. You said so yourself, we are going to use his suits."

Loki rolled his eyes. "But he doesn't have bombs just sitting around his mansion." Ophelia groaned in frustration. "I really thought that would have worked."

The god simply shook his head and leaned back in his chair. Ophelia frustrated, stood and wrapped her arms around Loki from behind. "Wanna take a shower?"

"Sure."

20 minutes later Ophelia was lying on the bed after having another round in the shower with Loki. Loki emerged from the bathroom drying his hair and wearing a multicoloured robe. Ophelia curled into the covers and closed her eyes. "Since you obviously dislike my ideas, why don't you tell me what you have planned?"

Loki sat on the edge of the bed. "For Midgard?"

Ophelia nodded. Loki leaned back into his elbows. "I suppose we will need a way to get Mr. Stark's blueprints, and then a place to rebuild them to our advantage. After gathering an army of these suits, we shall attack the large city of this place."

Ophelia sat up. "Do you speak English? 'This place' is called England, and what's the large city?"

"It is a landmark in..England..?"

Ophelia thought for a moment. "Oh! You mean London, luv." She nodded and laid down again. "Well, leave Stark to me. I have an idea. But how will we go to New York?" Loki laughed. "Magic, obviously. Though we can not go now."

She scoffed. "And why not?" Loki looked at her cuddled in the sheets, so innocent seeming, yet dangerous. Loki shrugged. "You will need some level of combat training if you are to help in my conquer. You can not just charm your way through war, Miss Hathaway."

Opehlia crawled towards him and rested her head in his lap. "I could try." She said, smiling. Loki stood up, causing her head to fall on the bed. "We should start soon. The sooner the better." He took off the robe and slipped into some dark pants and a black shirt. Admiring the view, Ophelia sat on the bed. "Mr. Mole will make us pay soon, y'know. I've avoided him 'till now, but he gave us a deal of three free nights. It's a bit surpassed that." Loki turned and frowned. "And what do you suppose we will do about that?"

"I'll pay, I guess."

Ophelia stood up and grabbed some jeans and a low cut tee shirt. "We can do your stupid training in the lot. We are the only people staying here right now." They both walked to the door and as Ophelia reached for the handle Loki pushed her roughly against the door.

"Understand this though," he breathed close to her face. "If you mess up anything or put your loyalty somewhere else, there. Will. Be. Consequences." He released her and smoothed down his hair. "Let us go."

Out in the parking lot Ophelia stood in a huffy. "I'm not letting you beat the crap out of me."

"I would not. But the fact is is that there is no other opponent."

"But you've fuckin' fought giants, and I've only occasionally kicked a guy for being a dick!"

Loki sighed. "You must learn. And-"

"No! Sorry Dad, but I think I'll stick to using my charm." Ophelia turned and started towards the building. Loki stepped forward and grabbed her arm. She whipped around to push him away, but a large blast of energy shot from her hands and Loki flew through the air and hit the opposite wall. She immediately gasped and ran to his side. "Oh my god, Loki! I'm so sorry, I, I don't know how I did that!" she looked at her hands, which were smoking, and each little line and crevice in her hand glowed blue. She balled her hands into fists and looked at Loki. He laid with his eyes closed. He groaned, but started to laugh lightly. "It seems this will be more interesting then I thought." He sat up and rubbed his head. He had a large cut across his cheek, and Ophelia gently touched it. "Loki, am I dangerous?"