Loving Loki

Lets Go On a Trip

Melody

We fell asleep together after the shower and dreamt many hopeful dreams.

When I woke up the bed next to me was empty.
I huff and lay back in bed.

Why am I upset?

This is good.

He's my kidnapper.

I don't miss him.

I stand and go to the bathroom.

My hair is a mess.
There are marks up and down my neck, I traced them with my fingers.
Some are bite marks, others are hickies, and then there's the collar.

I trace his name with my fingers.

I tear myself away from the mirror, wash my face and get changed.
I realize he didn't leave any clothes for me.
I look in the closet to take one of his shirts.

He won't mind if he doesn't find out, I'll just put it back before sunset.

I find one slightly worn dark green t shirt and decide it's good enough.
It goes only just passed my hips do if I lift my arms is be completely exposed down there.
Good thing I'm alone then.

I leave the room to grab something to eat, when I see none other than the God himself.

I'm shocked to see him, and then reprimand myself for being so stupid as to not even check to see if he had actually left.

He's cooking. He looks up and sees me, "Good morning, my love. I see you found something to wear. That color suits you. Come, sit."
Okay. We're playing nice today.
He looks dreamy as ever, his hair is messy and in his face. His skin soft and practically glowing.

He's very sweet..
For a kidnapper...

He catches me starting. I go pink but don't look away.
Instead of walking to the chair, I move toward him.
For the first time, I move forward first. While we're both conscious anyway.
My lips meet his, my eyes close and my hand goes to his cheek.

It's sweet, romantic, short and full of love and kindness.

Or maybe I'm protecting, but I pour my heart into this kiss.

I pull away and smile.

He smiles too, and puts a loose stand of hair behind my ear.

One more short kiss, me on my toes to reach him, and then I turn to sit at the table.

"So, what's for breakfast?" I ask happily.

"Omelets, fruit, and some juice." He answers.
He looks happy.

He joins me shortly, and we eat together as if this was a daily occurrence.

"Do you want to come with me to a city in Germany? I have business there, but we can leave early and see the sights. Have you ever been?"
He asks quickly, in between bites.

I think about how wonderful Germany might be, and how nice it would be to have a day out if this hotel, and with him.
A small part of me wonders what his business might be, but I quickly forget it.

"No, I've never been. But I would love to spend the day with you, it sounds wonderful."
I respond.

How could a man like this have ever found me interesting?