Hidden Love [LOKI LAUFEYSON] ✔

chapter four

After I calmed down, I walked down the stairs to the living room. Sometimes, the Tower didn't always feel homey, but when I was in this room, or my own, I could forget the lab and training rooms that rested outside of these walls.

I curled up in the corner of the sofa, and picked up a book I had started the day before. I opened it to the page I had marked and my eyes flicked over the words, and I frowned. I was having trouble concentrating on what I was reading after the near reveal of my powers. I sighed, and set the book down as the couch sunk down next to me.

I turned, and was surprised to see Loki, and my surprise didn't end there. He got rid of his typical Asgardian get up, in exchange for a green shirt and black jeans.

I raised an eyebrow, and tried to calm my fearful heart. "What's up with your outfit?" I questioned him, trying to talk casually.

For a moment Loki frowned, looking down at his outfit. "Is this not what men of Midgard typically wear?"

"No no, that's not what I meant. It is what guys wear, I only asked why you are wearing it, and also why you're here." I explained, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit of mine.

"Ah, I see. Thor decided it would be best if I halt my returning to Asgard. Apparently, frequently freeing and traveling with the prisoner puts some at unease. Your father suggested I stay here with a...precautionary in place, if you will." Loki said, indifferently.

"What's the precautionary?" I asked him.

"At nights I am to stay in holding, not unlike the one on Asgard." He informed me, as his green eyes glinted.

I nodded, and I suddenly fully grasped the situation. I was sitting here normally, conversing with someone who really had no regard for any life besides his own. He had murdered numerous people in the Battle of New York, and who knew how many more?

I shouldn't trust him, I thought to myself. I found all of my senses suddenly at high alert, and I was slightly panicking. I've been trained in fighting killers, not in etiquette on how to converse with one you have to work with.

I shifted slightly away from Loki, and an expression I couldn't place washed over his features for a split second before it was gone.

"Don't do that." He said sharply, his hand curling into a fist by his side.

"Don't do what?" I questioned, my heart rate picking up slightly.

"I—never mind." Loki said, shaking his head. "I should go, you were reading anyways." He said, and stood up.

I was confused, because he was acting so much different than the Loki I had been told stories about as a kid, after the battle. The Loki I was told stories about was the kind of monster you that assure your kid, isn't in the closet.

I reached out and grabbed his wrist. "You don't have to go, you're fine." I internally gasped at myself and what I just did.

Loki stilled, his fingers curling up subconsciously to touch mine where they met his wrist.

"I would rather not stay here with you at this moment anyways." He stated flatly, sneering.

I loosened by hold on his wrist, pretending I wasn't slightly hurt from his comment.

"Alright. Go, then." I said, and let go of his wrist fully, not noticing the way his hand subconsciously reached for mine as it left.

I picked up my book as heard his footsteps as he left, but soon they were returning as the opposite end of the couch sunk down again.