Kneel Before Loki [A Loki Romance]

The god in my bed

Isabelle's POV

Sunlight hit my eyes mercilessly. I groaned and turned in my bed. Why did I leave the curtains open? I never do that. Need my beauty sleep and everything. Or maybe I am just the biggest The-Early-Bird-Can-Kiss-My-Ass-Person on this earth. I rested in my usual sleeping position, half on the stomach, both arms to the side and one leg streched out across the other half of the bed, too lazy to get up and maybe close the damn curtains. Or, beware god, get up this early! Suddenly, I felt something hard under my fingers. I moved my hand over it. Hmm. A bit cold, but really smooth. Did a wooden board fall from the ceiling? Because, no joke, this has happened before. The neighbours in the flat above mine, unfortunately had their bed right over mine. And certain movements weren't always that good for the rather unstable ceiling. Tony told me to move to him since years, but I didn't only want to be known as Tony Stark's daughter. Anyway, whatever this was, it was too smooth for a wooden board. My sleepy fingers traced down further the unknown object, as I reached something that felt familiar. A waistband, my brain threw in helpful. Ah, right. Wait. What?! My eyes flew open and I teared my hand away as if I burned it. "What the hell..." Next to me laid a man, casually smirking at me. He had black hair slicked back behind his ears, that looked way better than my sleep hair. Goddamnit. His eyes were beautiful, smaragd green orbs which seemed slightly familiar. But the most important thing: He wasn't wearing a shirt. What I had touched before, hadn't been a wooden board, but his well-defined, pale chest. I closed my eyes for a moment. Now that was embarassing. "I'm sorry... I-" Wait. I narrowed my eyes at the table next to me, stopped stuttering and stared at the stranger with anger. "Why did you leave the curtains open? Seriously, it's way too early to get up yet!" He blinked surprised at the clock on the table next to me. "It's 11 o'clock am, I believe. Isn't this an appropriate waking time for an ordinary human?", he asked irritated. "See?! Too. Early.", I stated, ignoring the strange part with human habits. I wasn't afraid of him. I was a trained fighter, the daughter of Tony fucking Stark. And I had a pistol under my pillow. "Who are you?" He seemed slightly familiar and I couldn't exactly remember what happened last night. He blinked again, sitting up slowly and looking at me. I tried really hard not to stare at his exposed chest, but didn't succeed for more then a few seconds. God, these muscles... He cleared his throat, giving me a knowing look. "As you became unconscious last night, I carried you home. I guess that was in your interest." Hmm. What was the last thing that I remembered? In a corner of my brain, I found the memory of a reindeer talking to me, then darkness. "You are the reindeer?" After I said it, I realised that this probably came out wrong. He stopped smirking and gave me an Are-You-Fucking-Serious-Look. "You did indeed confuse me with a weak, powerless creature. Although I cannot retrace how such confusion came to you.", he said stiffly. Oh. Seemed like a wound point. "I am really sorry. You know, normally I wear glasses or special contact lenses. Anyway, you haven't answered my question yet. Why are you in my bed?" The slight smirk slowly made its way to his face again, underlining his angelic features. "What kind of gentleman would leave a lady in distress alone? Something could easily have happened to you. I merely intended to sleep next to you and watch over you, in case you accuse me of having had... ungentlemanly intentions." He gave me another knowing smile, his slightly hoarse voice pure smug. I shivered and felt my cheeks heating up. "Thank you. For bringing me home, I mean. I must have hit my head harder than I thought." He nodded in appreciation. Then he stood up, leaving the bed. For the sake of my way too fast beating heart, I was relieved to see that he was wearing some kind of black trousers which looked like they were leather, perfectly fitted for his lean, but muscular figure. Something was different about him. The way he spoke and behaved. I frowned. Where had I noticed this before? I had visited my dad lots of times and I had met all the Avengers and even a lot of agents. The stranger reminded me of the big blonde guy with the oversized hammer. Thor. Don't get me wrong, I really liked him, but he always reminded me a bit of a three-year-old with his favourite toy, which just happened to be a magic hammer to smash everything that crossed his way. I sighed and made my way out of the bed to follow the stranger into the living room. "What's your name?", I asked curiously. He froze. "Why is my name of interest to you?" I frowned, as an alarmed feeling shot through my body. Usually, I had amazingly good instincts. And I knew, that there was something strange about him, a dark secret. "Well, you know my name. It is only fair if you tell me yours then." Logic. I hoped this would convince the paranoid but hot guy. He nodded. "Very well then. My name is Loki." I frowned again. "Your name is Loki? Like the guy who ripped half New York apart?! The alien psycho who looks actually surprisingly-" He interrupted me, obviously offended. "LOKI! It's not even spelled the same way!" I shot him an Are-You-Fucking-Serious look. "Yeah, Loki. You mentioned that." He sighed exasperated and murmured something that sounded suspiciously like 'Slow human brains'. "L.O.K.Y. With a Y. I guess it is sincere of me to say, that my parents were not overly fond of me." I snorted. Obviously, they weren't. The mysterious psycho with the tight costume and the kind of weird helmet who destroyed major parts of New York just a few months ago, had been in the news every minute. But unfortunately, I had never been able to see his face properly, because of the amount of armour and that exotic helmet he wore. His name was Loki. Reason for Loky here, to hate his parents, I guess. But nevertheless I didn't quite buy it- Suddenly, my gaze fell on the sofa. My brain froze, so did my body, as I took in the meaning of the unusual sight. I walked to the sofa and held the thing in the air. "And how do you explain this?!" I held up a golden helmet with big horns which looked surprisingly familiar. The first time since I met him, Loky with y looked completely clueless of what he should do. I snorted ironically. "I should have known you were him. The behaviour like you are from another world... And, as I recall it, Loki had black hair. Just like yours. Not to forget that stupid name of yours. Loky with a y?! Are you serious?" He sighed, then he made a hand gesture in the air and green and gold armour began to form on his body, covering his exposed chest and revealing his true identity. He was no other than Loki Laufeyson, the psycho my dad had been constantly talking about during the alien attack on New York. The helmet flew from my hand and disappeared. I looked around. "Where the fuck did it go?!" Well, actually that was the last thing I should possibly be worried about. "Great plan by the way. Telling me your real name and just change the way it's written?! That doesn't even make sense. Aren't you supposed to be the god of fucking lies?" Maybe I should stop using expletives. Loki sighed. "I admit, I could have been less conspicuous. But the thought of being called by an ordinary, human name nauseated me. Also... I have plans with you which make it neccessary for you to know my true identity." I raised an eyebrow and laughed in disbelieve. Did you ever mess up a lie about your identity because you were too arrogant?! "Could you possibly calm down? Now, I can't let you walk around, knowing I am on this realm again." He ripped out a blade. I was too surprised and way too tired to react. A second ago, he said he had plans with me, so this made even less sense than his "lie"! My brain excused itself from work (slowly that was becoming a really annoying habit) and I saw the blade coming down on my chest in slow motion.