I'll Fight for You

ch:1

The rays reached out into the dimness of the room, illuminating whatever they touched. The mirror reflected back what little it caught directly back into the face of the nordic god. He laid there unmoving and undisturbed peacefully letting time tick by. His body covered with thick quilts and furs to keep warm in the bitter chill. The atmosphere of the room shifts as Tabitha walked in to examine her guest once again. She touched his cheeks feeling the temperature of his body.

"Your still chilly." she whispered under her breath. Turning her head away her wrist was quickly grasped and it had a firm grip.

"Who do you think you are touching royalty?!" Loki propped his body up with his left hand holding her with his right. Their eyes met for a few seconds before quickly shooting about the room then back to her. "Answer me woman! Where am I?"

"I would let go before you get hurt." The look on her face was stern. "And don’t try to 'woman' me ether Loki."

"Ah, so you know of me?" He smiled his signature grin. He tugged her closer trying to intimidate her. “You know of my deeds? The deaths I caused? The Chaos I have created? My best work yet." She looked on unfazed like if this was just minor chit-chat and she wasn't in the presence of a murderer. He felt a twitch from her hand and before he could comprehend he was facing face first into the pillow. The hand that gripped her wrist was bent awkwardly behind his back that caused pain to erupt into his shoulder and arm.

"I was trying to be nice and save you from freezing to death but instead you try to threaten me" The god tried to struggle from her grasp. "I'll let you go if you stop being an arrogant prick." he continued to wiggle and huff under her force. She was quite strong for being so petite, not to mention brave to fight with someone who could easily kill her. Well in normal circumstances. Finally he let out a loud huff and gave up. Reminded him of his Childhood when Thor would attack Loki from nowhere pinning him to the ground until he gave in. She released her grip from his arm and head. He tilted his head back to get a good look at her scorning her with his eyes. Still she stood strong like a brick wall.

"Do i not scare you?" He rubbed his wrist cradling it in his hand.

"No not at all, I’m in a lot of emotions but fear is not one of them." Loki's brows curved inward in bewilderment. Then he swung his legs out of the bed dragging the covers with him her presence was most infuriating. "Are you hungry?" He answered with an irritated lost look. Tabitha placed a hand on her hip and kind of popped it out; a habit of hers. "I found you half covered in snow very late yesterday night, I debated on calling the cops, leaving you to die, or taking you back and saving you. I knew very we'll who you where probably could of gotten a hefty reward for the terror of New York." She studied his expressions then continued. "I’m offering you hospitality, you obviously have not eaten well in a while and your clothes are wrecked. If you so choose so you can leave at any time. Any questions?" The god placed a hand over his stomach, he was completely famished. Being a prisoner they don’t feed you very well royalty or not. "I'll take that as a yes. There’s a shower across the hall. Leave me your clothes when you’re done I’ll wash them, just take off the metal plates I don’t want to ruin the washing machine." she turned into the hallway and left into the kitchen.

Loki stood there completely lost; her kindness was unexpected of any midgardian. His eye's scanned the room again taking note of everything around him. Pale green walls, light tan carpet speckled with darker brown rugs. The furniture matched the color of the rugs, and on top of those photos of Tabitha and Kale at different places in different positions. One particular caught his eye; it was black and white with her looking away from him. Her hair was blowing lightly in the wind her face said content but her eyes screamed sorrow.

The water running from the bathroom was always strangely loud. Knowing he was locked in the other room to wash Tabitha scooped his clothes from the floor and tossed them into the machine. She was scared but she was not going to show it. A god in her best friend’s house with her and he wasn’t coming home anytime soon to find her corps. Then again, a killer under the same roof with another killer didn’t seem so odd when she really thought about it. She felt bad for him; she didn’t want to leave someone to die ether. Well if he could die Tabitha wasn’t 100% sure. Back at the stove she mixed the pot bubbling and hissing at her. Cream of tomato soup; simple enough and utterly delicious, well at least that’s what Kale said when she made it for him.

After a very long satisfying hot shower he finally found the will to leave the heat. He briskly dried himself then wrapping the towel about his waist. Looking in the mirror he could see what she was talking about, his cheeks have sunken in and you could definitely see his ribs. I look like i have had my life sucked from me he thought. Loki noticed a unopened toothbrush and toothpaste, left for him to use. Along with a comb and a bottle of cologne he believed. Footsteps walked up to the door followed by a quick knock.

"Open up I have your clothes, they’re still warm from the dryer." The door swung open revealing a bare-chested god before her. Briskly her eyes examined his withering build. "Hm"

"Hm?" His raised a black brow to her.

"Nothing, the foods done. Here." She passed on his belongings and walked away. He watched her walk without turning back. Her stride was strong and confident not like other midgards. Defiantly not that bad of a view ether. After returning into his garb he followed the path she had taken and found her sitting with a steaming bowl before her and another across from where she sat. "Im not going to bite." Those brown eyes of hers met green ones. "Sit before it gets cold."

"Do not give me orders wo-"

"Tabitha" he stopped mid sentence. "My name is Tabitha. Now, would you rather eat cold soup?" He sat picking up the spoon looking at the contents of his bowl. It had a dazzling orange color with a white swirl and a green garnish on top. He brought the spoon to his lips sipping lightly. He ate the soup quietly; shocked the midgardian meal satisfied his pallet.

"Why are you persisting to be kind to me?" Loki’s voice broke the silence in the room. "I am a killer." Still she sat motionless her eyes flickered up to his eyes. They had a familiarity to them, for a moment he felt as if he was looking into a mirror. ‘She is not a normal midgardian, the air around her feels so heavy. Is this some trick? I am in some sort of trap? Is S.H.I.E.L.D going to run in to apprehend me?’

"S.H.E.I.L.D isn’t coming for you." Tabitha stood up grabbing there bowls to place them in the sink. “You don’t have to stay, I was only trying to be nice go if you like." She didn’t turn, just continued to run the water and wash the bowls. Loki watched her; he was trying to process everything. Then he stood wondered over to the front door gripping the golden knob and left into the snow covered street. Last thing she heard was the clicking of the door and he was off. "Well, there goes a Nordic god." She pulled her hands from the water and patted them dry, then gripped on to the white tiled counter placing her forehead onto its cold surface. Her nerves still made her tense. ‘What if he killed’ me she thought. A quick glance at the clock and it was almost close to opening again, she has not slept since she had taken him home. She found herself sulking her way into the bathroom to rinse of her worries and start her way to work.