A Changed Man (A Loki fan fiction)

Danielle's POV

As i picked out shirts and asked him to try them on, I kept thinking back to what he said in the car.

He isnt wrong, you know. You ARE lonely. You look to Jarvis and a car for company.

"How does this look?" Loki stepped out of the changing room. I smiled. "Great, so they all fit. We can go pay now." 

"Wait, Danielle...." 

i turned around and looked at him. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a red shirt with the Tommy Hilifiger logo on the right. He messed up his hair while putting the shirt on, which made him look really sexy. 

"The remark in the... car.. earlier... I must..."

"You're right." i interrupt. "I make up for my loneliness by driving around in a ferrari and talking to an artificial person. You're not wrong when you say that. You're wrong to hate all humans. Not everybody does that. You cant judge an entire race by what I alone do. Its not fair to the others."

I turned with the pile of shirts and four pairs of shoes to the cash counter. I turn to Loki. "You'll have to take that off and put on what I gave you before. I need to pay."

He proceeded to take off his shirt in front of everybody and I could almost hear the fantasies of all the women in the store. "Loki, in there!" i hissed. He handed me the shirt and just went in. 

The lady scanned all the tags and I gave her my credit card. "Who is that man!?" she asks inquisitive. I was already annoyed and did not want women fan-girling all over his ass. 

"He's a nut job who thinks he's god." I glare at her. "Can you bag those please?" 

She looks at me weirdly and puts all the stuff into a bag. Loki comes out and stands next to me. I take the bags and walk fast to the exit, Loki trying to catch up. 

"Have I offended you in any way?" Loki comes up behind me.

"Of course not... Its perfectly natural for you to take off your shirt in front of thousands of other women and have them gape at you while I stand with a pile of YOUR clothes having to look at these women...."

He grabbed my waist and pressed his lips on mine.... his hands went round to the back of my neck and he pushed me against the car. I dropped the bags and returned the kiss, having no idea what i was doing, i let my hands into his long black messed up hair. 

He let go suddenly and a "no" escaped my lips. I stood there embarrased as fuck with the bags all around me while he smiled. 

I reach down to gather the bags and stuff them in the backseat. I open the door for him to get in and shut it behind him. I cant believe what just happened! Did he really just kiss me? I want to hug myself and sing a song, but thats absurd. I have known this man for 3 days. 

"So.. dinner?" I sit inside. "What would you like to eat?" 

"An ox!"

"Okay, bad question to ask you. Im taking you to TGIF for a good dinner." I start the car and reverse, and head to TGIF. 

We took a booth in the corner and he stared at the menu, not understanding a word. 

"Okay, can I order for you?" i finally ask. 

"Please do..." he smiles. 

"Waiter... two orders of fries, the Bacon Cheeseburger, chicken fingers and for dessert, the Brownie Scout. Drinks..... just a sprite for both of us."

He leaves and Loki looks at me. Like studies me. 

"what?" I try to hide a smile. 

"I know you." 

I smile wider. "Know me?"

He narrows his eyes at me. "You try to prove yourself, dont you? A lot. You feel people wont hear you, and you scream inside."

Okay, this is weird. "Loki..."

"You feel you are un-noticed, no matter what you do. And when you are noticed, you feel you dont deserve it."

He's looking deep into my eyes... he's got me paralysed, and he knows i know it. He's enjoying this. He's enjoying having this crazy control over me. It makes him feel powerful. Like he owns me. And I cant break it. 

"You lead your life alone convincing yourself its best while you crave for another to understand everything. You will allow somebody get inside your body, but nobody can get inside your soul..." his words pierce me and I feel something inside me break and he smiles. 

"Am I wrong?"

The waiter brings our drinks, but i dont have the will to pick up the glass. Loki takes a sip and smiles wider. 

I want to say I hate him. But I cant. It's been three days and as frustrating he has been, I loved the three days. 

But not Loki. I could'nt. Dad would kill me.