By the Side of the Road [A LOKI FANFIC]

Unwelcome

In which I rant about Loki's sexy voice, mention Loki's depressing childhood, and allude to the Allfather's punishment. Oh, and there's some towels.

A/N: So, I had a maths test, and I'm pretty sure I did quite well, but I messed up on my loci. I know this, because, during the test, I accidentally misread loci as Loki, and I couldn't work it out properly, because I was fangirling. Sad, right?

Quote: I've never been afraid of the wildest fights- not afraid of dying (Changed the way you kiss me, Example)

She soon falls into an easy sleep, lulled by the gentle rhythmic caresses of Loki's touch. But, like all good things, it was not to last.

'Kenna, Kenna, wake up!'

God, why did his voice have to be so... so... sublimely beautiful? 

And sexy, and sensual, and so-fucking-smooth?

'I don't want to,' she mumbles, although she's already half awake.

'This is important!' he says, and how can she resist that voice?

'What?'

'I can smell burning,' he says, his worried green eyes boring into hers, 'And I don't know where it's coming from.'

'Shit!' she exclaims, suddenly remembering what she'd forgotten. 

That is, to turn off the hairdryer, which had an innately irritating tendency to overheat.

'Shit!' she says again, sprinting to the bathroom to rectify the situation.

'Thanks, Loki,' she says, readjusting her towels, and reassuming her position on the sofa.

However, she soon realises that she cannot return to sleep, and so she gets up, and retrieves a book from the shelves opposite, pointedly ignoring Loki's continued watching of her. She curls up, and is quickly absorbed in her book, trying to forget her dilemma. There she was, stuck in a room with a man whose very voice sent shivers racing down her spine.

Loki's POV: 

Kenna was... different, Loki decided.

After all, who else would choose to accept a total stranger into their home?

But he was glad she had, because he needed this. One chance to prove to his father, and the rest of Asgard that he was worthy. And, somehow, she had given him a chance. Unlikely, really, considering she'd been there when he had been forced to take over Midgard, and had been there when he'd first arrived, and taken Selvig and Barton's minds.

She had, out of the kindness of her heart, taken him into her home, which was odd in itself, and, coupled with the fact that no-one else ever seemed to visit her, even more peculiar. She was kind to him, and without the presence of Thor, he wasn't constantly being compared to the 'golden child'. They got along quite well, and, Loki admitted to himself, he enjoyed her company. She was quirky, and fun, and spontaneous, and a tiny bit mischievous. And then, today had come along, and she was acting... strangely.

He put it down to stress, and then resolved to fix the problem. He knew that massages were almost always welcome, and that they helped relax people. And he'd been told that he was very skillful with his fingers. But she'd reacted strangely to his touch, looking accusingly at him as if he'd told her that his favourite hobby was ritual cannibalism.

He hopes that her sudden foul mood isn't to do with him, and then he wonders whether he is actually wanted. After all, she'd taken him on a whim, and it was more than likely that she was regretting her hasty decision, and thinking of a way to hasten his departure. Although the feeling of being unwanted is not particularly new to him, it is still as unpleasant as it was the first time he'd experienced it, and a heavy weight settles on his chest. Unbidden, memories of his alienation in Asgard float to the surface of his mind, and clamour loudly for his attention, demanding that he relive them again.