Thievery, Murder and Mischeif (Avengers Fan Fiction)

5. Where You Hang Your Enemy's Head

"Anaki."

I think my heart could have escaped through my chest at that point, but I pushed myself forward. One foot in front of the other, walk away like you always do. I tried to imagine that name no longer meant anything to me - which is what I'd thought until a few seconds ago.

"Anaki, please don't ignore me," his voice was desperate, and this time I recognisde it.

"Hades?" I turned, shocked.

"Please Anaki, call me Evan," he spoke soothingly.

But it did no good. My stomach lurched, my mind a million miles away. Two names I hadn't heard for years. Ananki and Evan. Emotions that I'd forgotten even existed. I found my heart no longer knew how to handle them. So I reacted like I always did. I attacked, knocking him to the floor with one well placed punch.

"Why?" I growled. "Why now?" I ran my fingers through my hair like a confused teenage girl. I watched Hades, Evan, lie on the floor motionless. My eyes burnt holes in his back. "Evan?" somehow I was now worried.

He struck faster than even I could react. He wrapped his serpant-esque arms round my waist. He pulled me close violently, holding me close to his chest. And his lips. They were rough, course like sandpaper. A kiss I'd been waiting for since school. I remebered the through away words he spared for me, the time I'd spent resenting the girl who held his heart. The tiny rejection every time he saw me, everytime I saw her. My love absorbed by his cold one. "As soon as I realized it was you, I knew I had to have you," he voice reminded me of myself. It was wicked, possesive. He was more toned than he had been as a teenager. Stronger legs. He was no longer Evan, I was no longer Anaki.

"No!" I snarled, shoving him to the floor, flames bursting to life at my fingertips, and I gripped his gullet with my burning digits. "No. If you ever use that name to refer to me again, I will not hesitate to kill you," I began to giggle desperately. My laughter sounded cheap even in my own ears.

He smiled back. I realized now I was straddling his hips, my body pressed against his. "What are you doing?" he chuckled, placing one hand at the base of my back. I tightened my grip and the flames spread. "Okay!" he gasped at the pain.

I released him, pulling myself up. He remained propped up on his elbows, rubbing his bruised throat. I spat at him, hitting him in the centre of his face. "Never," I hissed. "Never again, Hades."

I left that place forever, taking nothing but Anaki's feelings with me.

Loki's P.O.V.

In a pool of hatred and self pity, Loki fell.

Her heart belonged to Hades. Unable to stay away, he'd followed the Dragoness. Only to find her entwined with his own worst enemy. He couldn't watch - not without feeling the knot of anger tightening in the very core of his being. Where did these feeling come from? Loki thought the part of him that housed these emotions was crushed by his father's final rejection. He didn't even recognised some of them.

The love he'd felt for his brother didn't come near to the complexity of how he felt for the Dragoness. She made him feel excited and happy and insane and paranoid and shy all at once. But they were all bearable compared to the jealousy. It followed him, haunted him, distracted him every time his thoughts strayed. He couldn't run, hide, escape from it in any way.

What curse is this?

He'd met her twice. Both times she'd left him feeling like a ship wreck led astray by her siren song. But she never saw how she affected him. She was gone before he could fall to peices. She'd never see. She'd never care.