The Villian From My Daydreams

Chapter Eighteen - Stage Two of Revenge

Europe - Not supposed to sing the blues

Chapter Eighteen - Stage Two of Revenge

Loki's P.O.V

Cecelia had stormed into my room, plain rage on her face. She had screamed questions at me for at least half of the hour before slumping on the bed and asking me to explain my actions and attitude. She knew I was playing a character for her sake. She knew I was stringing her and Bruce on, with a gentleman's manner. Yet I knew I turn her into believing my lies. And then my plan could move onto stage two. 

"Cecelia, dear, I wish you could understand how hard it was for myself. Seeing you and that monster together, why, it was heartbreaking. But you are happy, therefor I am," I explained, Cece nodding occasionally along. It seemed like stage two was already in play, before I could even comprehend it myself. "You and Bruce seem happy, I shall not get in the way of your happiness. Cecelia, think of me as ones friend."

She sat there, her jaw dropped down, letting her hair fall over her eyes. Quite the comedic look, but she was still stunning. I grinned to myself knowing that she was falling for my foolery. She stood up, shaking her head. 

"I don't know how to react," Cece sighed. "You continue to amaze me. You always have a surprise up your sleeve. And there is no way to even try and predict whether it's good or evil. And I don't know if I can keep up with it anymore, Loki. I need you to stay away from me. You're far too exhausting."

I almost let myself just watch her leave, not stop her, just let her leave. I almost did. But my brain caught up with my body and I grabbed her arm before she could've opened the door. Her head spun back towards me, in a blur of crimson curls. Her hand grazed over mine, before ripping my hand off her arm. 

But this time I let her leave. This time I knew I was leaving her to think. Her mind will flood with thoughts. Confused and conflicted, I would let her stew. I knew, right now, she'd be in her room pacing. Back and forth. She'd ignore Bruce, telling him she needed to think, she needed to sort something. Bruce would reluctantly leave her. And this would end in, Cece being alone with her own thoughts. 

Cecelia's P.O.V

Bruce left the room, rage filling his eyes. I felt bad, but i needed the time to myself. I couldn't come to grips with what Loki had said - his eyes seemed too sincere to be a trick, his words too natural. But at the same time, he just wasn't acting himself. Even the good side in the God of Mischief was unlike what I had saw today. 

I had no longer the Frost Giant fighting for my love - no longer was he pressuring me into his affection. And somehow it hurt. It hurt to know he no longer wanted me. It hurt that I was left alone to enjoy a life with Bruce. 

I loved Bruce, yet my heart beat even faster at the thought of Loki. It always had. Throughout my adolescence, my dreams of Loki had captivated my heart. But I loved Bruce. I chose Bruce. I was certain of the way I felt, yet confusion was present. 

I stood up, punching the wall opposite me. Why was Loki doing this to me? My brain was flooding with thoughts. I had to talk to Bruce.  I made my way out of my room, shaking from nerves. I knocked on Bruce's room door. It felt like forever, waiting on the door to open. Bruce opened the door, stress written all over his face. I felt bad for him.  I just stood there, staring at his torn face. I couldn't say anything. I just stared at him, my mouth slightly ajar from the words on the tip of my tongue. I couldn't do it. I needed to talk to Pepper. 

I ran away from Bruce, leaving him there, at the door, confused. I raced down the halls towards the Stark residence. Pepper was sitting in her armchair, news paper in hand. She looked up at me, small reading glasses perched on her nose. 

"Cece?" She questioned. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," I moaned. "I'm confused and conflicted and..."

"Hush darling, sit down," She motioned to the couch. I slumped down. "Right slowly this time."

"Loki has stopped chasing for my affection," I started, "And I don't know how I feel about it. You know me, Pepper, you know how my mind dreams. I had thought of no one but Loki all my life, until Bruce came into the picture. I'm confused, I don't know how to react. My heart still beats faster when I hear Loki's voice, when I see his smile. But then there's Bruce, I am completely and utterly in love with him, but I can't tell if he's what I truly want." 

At that I broke down, playing with the surfboard necklace from Bruce. Pepper, hurriedly typing on her phone, sat beside me, putting her arm over my shoulders. 

"I know how you feel," Pepper smiled. "I ditched the both of them and found Tony. And I guess you could say I'm happy."

"Heard that," We heard Tony's voice from the workshop downstairs. He must of switched off his music. Both Pepper and I burst out laughing. 

"But anyway, it's up to you. Personally, I don't trust Loki. But I know that look in your eyes. You will know the right thing to do. Make yourself happy, and then pick up the pieces and fix others happiness. You deserve your one selfish act." Pepper concluded. 

I nodded and stood up, thanking Pepper. I made my way back to my living quarters, but went to the next door along. knocking on the white wooden panel. The door opened to reviel a tired looking Bruce, running his fingers through his hair. I smiled a little at the sight. 

"Bruce," I said quietly. "Mind if we talk?"