A journey of heart

Warmth in a cold place

(Mistys P.O.V)

He's way to close to me. A menacing smile stretched across his face. This is the first time I dealt fear build up inside of me. What was he going to do.

"I am no where near your face darling." His voice was calm and sexy. And darling?! Who does he think he is calling me darling. "Are you scared of me now?" I jumped as his warm breath hit my neck. He some how snaked his way behind me.

"What the hell is your problem? Don't sneak up on me like that!" I took a few steps froward and turned around. "You need to stay away from me."

"Ehehehe, why should I stay away from my beautiful flower?" He slowly kept stepping closer until he trapped me against a wall.

"I'm not your flower. And you don't own me." His hand tilted up my chin. His skin was soft and warm. No, no, I'm not going to fall for him. I struggle and try to get away but he clasped his hands around my wrists and slammed them to the wall. I gasp in pain as his grip gets tighter. I keep fighting but I know I've already lost. "Let go of me!"

"If I do you'll just try and run away." He was right. I still kept fighting. I wasn't going to be weak, especially in front of him. Eventually I had no more strength to keep going, I gave into him. He knew it too, and he smiled. "Tired are we? I barely broke a sweat, you have such a weak mortal body." He finally let go of me and I slid to the floor and hugged my knees. I buried my face in my legs to hide my tears. I've never felt so weak. Loki bent down and sat on the floor in front of me.

"What's wrong?" Was he for real? Did he not see what he has done. Loki touched my shoulder. He was so gentle. I tried not to lean into his hand, instead I hit it away with my hand.

(Lokis P.O.V)

When she hit my hand away, I noticed bruises on her wrist. I grabbed her arm and held her wrist so I could see it. Had I done this? No, they were too old. She pulled back her wrist and wrapped her arms around herself. I could hear her silently crying. "Misty?" She only dug her face in her legs more. I bit my lip. "What happened to your wrist?" She didn't respond. "Please tell me."

(Mistys P.O.V)

I had forgotten about the bruises on my wrists. It had been a while ago. Thinking back only made me cry more. Before I could stop I started sobbing, loud. It was embarrassing but I couldn't stop. Loki reached and tried to hug me. "Stop, don't touch me! Just go away!" I sprinted up to the touch of him. He just looked at me, patiently. "You really have some nerve! Kidnaping a girl off the streets, pin her against a wall and then you ask 'what's wrong'! Like you really don't know!" I walked, no stomped to the other side of the room, away from him. "You are a monster! Just like everyone says, you're evil, rude, and a waste of a life!" I regretted saying that the minute I did. Lokis face grew stiff and angry.

"Do you want to know what a monster is like?" He was now yelling. All I could do was stare at him. He was so beautiful. "All I've done is cared for you! I could've had you locked up, no food! But I didn't! Is that really a monster to you?" Tears started to fill my eyes again.

"Loki, I-" I couldn't finish before I started sobbing again. I sat down on the bed and held my head in my hands. After a few minutes of my bawling, I could hear Loki leaving. I got up and ran to the door, blocking his exit. My eyes were still puffy, and vision blurring.

"Move, you've obviously shown how you don't want me here." He stood up straighter. Gosh he's tall. I didn't move. "Are you deaf? Move!" He reached for the handle but I stopped him. "Either move or say something." Not thinking, I moved to him and wrapped my hands around his neck. I paused and bit my lip for a second. What. Am. I. Doing? I didn't give him time to react, or myself. Before I knew it I was pressing my lips to his. He stayed stiff, but then relaxed and kissed me back. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled me closer. I sighed, and I could tell he was smiling. When we let go, we just stared at each other. His face slowly grew to a grin. And *smack*!

"What what that for? You were the one who kissed me!"

"But you kissed me back!"

"Well what was I supposed to do? Stand their like an idiot?"

"Well you could've pulled back!"

"Then you would've gotten defensive and start crying again." I pouted at his remark. I grabbed the nearest pillow off the bed and whacked him.

"Go away!"