By the Side of the Road [A LOKI FANFIC]

Repression

In which we discover a dark secret and Loki is uncharacteristically sweet. Oh, and there's blood.

A/N: Translations are in my second A/N, at the bottom, so don't go Google Translating shit. And I couldn't be bothered to find Google Translate on my Google Chrome taskbar, so everything is written in a language I understand. I'm too lazy to find Icelandic translations of shit.

Quote: Don't listen to a word I say; the screams all sound the same. (Little Talks, Of Monsters and Men)

Kenna wakes up at about four-thirty the next morning, and she staggers out of bed, and into the bathroom, where she showers until she can remember her name. It takes longer than it should. Then, she returns to her bedroom, and dresses quickly and quietly, trying not to wake a sleeping Loki. But Loki's a light sleeper, and he woke up at about the same time as her. Once Kenna leaves the room, he gets up, stretching slowly, and takes a quick shower in her room, sure that she won't mind. Then he dresses, and enters the kitchen, where Kenna's flying around the kitchen, breakfast slowly assembling itself. Deciding to give her a surprise, he waits until she's nearly finished, and has set the plates on the counter, before sneaking up to where she is busy with the washing up.

'Nyaaah!' he says, rather loudly, into her ear.

She squeals, and whips round, hitting him hard over the head with a plate, which promptly breaks. Loki feels something warm trickle down the side of his face, and from Kenna's horrified expression, he's assumes that it's blood. He lifts a hand to wipe it away, and then makes a face at the red liquid smeared all over his palm.

'Remind me never to do that again,' he remarks dryly.

Kenna ineffectually opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds, before coming out with a jumbled apology.

'I'm so, so sorry,' she says, wide-eyed, 'I didn't mean to- I just- I don't like people trying to scare me.'

'I can tell,' he replies, 'Do you have anything I can use to clean this?'

'Wait a second,' she instructs, abandoning the washing up in favour of finding bandages.

She returns to find Loki standing exactly where she left him, a faintly amused expression on his face.

'Right,' she starts, 'Sit there, and stop smirking. I've hit you over the head, and there's nothing remotely funny about that.'

'There is,' he says, just to be contrary.

'I hardly see what's so hilarious about breaking a plate over someone's head. I could have blinded you.'

'Ah, but you didn't,' he reminds her.

'Shut up, sit down,' she orders, nudging him towards the living area.

Once he's seated, she bends down over him, and begins to carefully probe the area. Afterwards, she gently cleans his wound, which is worryingly deep, and bandages it quickly.

'You okay?' she asks.

'Fine, considering,' he replies, and she exhales loudly in relief.

'Good,' she says, 'Stay sitting, I'll bring you breakfast.'

She gets up, and retrieves the plates of breakfast, setting one in front of Loki, and resting the other on her lap. When they're both finished, she collects the plates, and starts to wash up again. She's nearly done when arms are wrapped around her, and she feels cool breath on her neck. Quashing the sudden surge on panic she feels because of the position they're in, she shifts a bit, and then says-