Who am I? (A Sequel to 'Who are You?' A Loki love story)

Chapter Twenty Five - Betrayal

"So we are supposed to act as if nothing is wrong?" Loki asks, looking down at me with a raised eyebrow. My head was lying in his lap, and he was playing with my hair. I nod, enjoying the feeling of his long fingers running through my short hair. It was halfway between my chin and my shoulders now, having grown out in the last two months.

"Fury says it will make the mole freak out, but.... I don't know." I say with a sigh.

"I think if I was the mole it would make me panic." Loki muses. I giggle.

"Our plan just got approval from a criminal. It must be brilliant." I say, poking his stomach. He doesn't laugh. I frown and look up at him to see him looking off to the side, thinking, and still absentmindedly playing with my hair. "Hey. What's wrong?" I ask, reaching up and pulling on his chin so he'll look at me.

"Do you still think of me as that? A criminal?" He asks. I'm stunned into silence.

"No! Of course not!" I exclaim. "Loki, I was joking. Trying to lighten the mood." I sigh. "Tony isn't around to make dirty jokes, and Steve isn't around to gt confused by them. Nat's not here to mess with Clint, and Bruce isn't here to try and stay out of it all, though he always gets wrapped into it somehow." I narrow my eyes at him. "And yeah, some people may think of you as a criminal, but you are my criminal. Don't you forget it." I poke him on the nose, trying to look stern. He seems to be the stunned one now, before he stats to shake a little with the chuckles coming from his mouth.

"Yes, my lady." He says sarcastically. I narrow my eyes at him before I start to giggle a little myself, unable to keep my stern face on.

"Good." I say after we both calm down from our giggle fits. He smiles, and I sit up, curling up next to him. "Cause you are mine. I love you too much for you not to be." He looks at me, a soft smile on his face, before leaning down and kissing me.

As his hands move up to cup my face, I realize how long it's been since we've been able to do this. To simply joke, and kiss, and be a somewhat normal couple. Well, as normal as a half-breed and a frost giant could be.

I kiss him passionately, surprising him with my fierceness. He quickly recovers and does the same as my hands curl into his hair.We both start to fall, until my back is pressed up against the couch, our lips not breaking apart once. Why does he always Taste of peppermint? He must be doing it on purpose, but at this point, I really didn't care. His tongue traces along my bottom lip, and I open my mouth, letting him in, my young fighting his for dominance. My hands trail down his back, grabbing the lower part of his s-

Someone knocks loudly on the door, and we both jerk out of it, startled, my forehead hitting his. Hard. I yelp and jerk back, my hand rushing to the throbbing pain now in my head.

"Hey Sophie, I-" Skye freezes in the doorway, noticing our position. I was practically laying down, one of my elbows propping me up, my hand rubbing my sore forehead. Loki was leaning back on his knees, his own hand on his head. "I will come back later..." She trails off awkwardly. I sit up, sliding off the couch and too my feet.

"No, sorry Skye. What did you need?" I ask, walking over to her. She still looks extremely uncomfortable, so I guide her into the hall and shut the door, the whole time trying to pat down my hair, knowing it probably looked wild. "Really sorry about that." I say, cringing. Skye snorts.

"You didn't look sorry." She says, and I scowl playfully before nudging her to go on with it. "Oh. Right. Anyway, Ward wanted to know if you wanted to do a sparring session with us and May tomorrow? He says he wants to see if he can beat an Avenger, and I honestly want to see him get his butt handed to him." I laugh, but nod quickly.