Bittersweet *Currently On Temporary Hold*

Chapter 3: Wings

"You dare speak to me, a god, in such a manner." Loki quietly seethed once Thor had left. He was still sitting on his bed, staring intently at you, or maybe your wings. 

"That's demi-god actually. And yes, I do dare to speak to you that way. I told no lie when I said I wasn't scared of you." You corrected him with a bold voice, as you sat in your chair to watch him, your wings resting over your lap as you sat.

"Then why is there fear in your eyes?" Loki questions, thinking he's got you.

"Why is there fear in yours?" you retaliate, ignoring the question, making Loki's curiosity peak.

"You didn't answer my question." He pointed out, hoping to make you stutter and lose all of your confidence as he had to so many.

"Nor have you answered mine." You replied with a scarily calm voice.

Loki didn't respond. Instead, he grumbled curses about your stubbornness and 'mewling quims'. 

You smiled at your victory, as Loki kept on grumbling profanities under his breath.
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After a while of you just watching him, Loki asked you a question you never thought you would hear from him, considering he seemed to not want anything to do with you.

"Why do you have wings?" He asked with a lace of repulse in his voice, "Are they the side effect of some horrible thing you've done or seen?" He mocked.

"No. Why do you care?" You retorted, not showing that his mock was getting to you a little, making you think of your past.

"I don't. It's just that you mortals don't have wings naturally. I thought it was some sort of horrendous mutation that you had brought upon yourself." Loki stated. He noticed your brow furrow at his statement. He smirked, thinking he had gotten to you. You would never show that he had.

In all truth, Loki almost did care about your wings. They were kind of interesting to him, though he would never admit it. He was also intrigued by how level you had stayed. Not once losing your confidence. It was something he never expected from a mortal, and he almost like it.

"I was born with them actually." This make Loki's head perk up and face you, pulling him from his thoughts. He had begun pacing while he asked you about your wings, "I don't know why or how, but I've always had them." You kept your voice level, not letting the rage inside you be shown. He basically insulted your wings and nobody does that. Tony learned that the hard way.

"Have they always been that hideous a color?" Again, you were enraged internally, but kept your cool outwardly, "The black on the tips don't seem natural and the color hardly compliments you." Now all Loki was doing was trying to make you lose your temper, even lying to get you to snap. He was curious to see what you were like when you were angry, but he wouldn't get the pleasure.

"They have. The tips are from an unfortunate accident, and I for one, think they are gorgeous. I don't need the approval from some pain-in-the-ass demi-god to think so." You stated in response.

Loki was about to say something else. Probably to anger you further, but Thor came into the room, almost rushing to your side to look you over and make sure you were alright.

"Lady (Y/N)! Are you alright? Has he been annoying? Has he hurt you in any way?" Thor quizzed, partially overwhelming you.

You smiled at his concern despite being a little overwhelmed and answered him calmly with a little chuckle. What you didn't see was Loki staring at you when you laughed.

"I'm fine Thor. Loki has been annoying, but what can you expect? Its him. And, no, he hasn't hurt me. I don't think he could if he wanted to." You reported with a warm voice that Loki had never heard from you. I nearly amazed him.

Thor gave a sigh of relief and hugged you gently before continuing to say what he came here to tell you.

"It's your break. I'll watch over him while you're gone. Fury said to be back in an hour."

"Thanks Thor!" You said to him, returning the hug, as you made your way to and out the door.

Once you were out of that room you went straight for the kitchen. You hadn't eaten in nearly eight hours and you were getting a bit hungry.

"Hey (Y/N)." You heard Steve greet, "How has Loki been."

"Annoying as ever and frustrating, but it's nothing I can't handle." You say while biting into a strawberry. They were your favorite.

"How's the search going?" He asked almost timidly, knowing it was a sensitive subject.

You sighed and looked down sadly, thinking of how much you wanted to find your sister.

"About the same as it has been for the last month. The last lead was a dead end, and I haven't had anything big since then." You said solemnly, finally letting your emotions show. 

"You'll find her (Y/N). If anyone has the willpower and patience to find her, it's you. Don't go giving up on her." Steve said, trying to comfort you.

"Thanks Steve, and I won't. Not until I find her." You stated, more sure of yourself.

"That's the spirit." Steve said with a smile that you gladly returned, "I have to get going, I have training with Natasha in a few minutes."

"Alright. Thanks again Steve." You said as he left the room to go to the gym.

Having around forty-five more minutes to just hang around you decided to go to your room, pick up a sketchbook out of your millions, and draw.

You spent the remainder of the time you had free drawing a horse that you used to ride when you were younger. Riding was one of your passions, but no one on the team knew. It's wasn't any big secret, you just never told them. 

When your free time was up you weren't quite finished with your drawing, so you took it with you as you made your way back to the mysterious, albeit completely annoying and enraging demi-god you had to watch.