The Raven

Open - Chapter Eleven

Edith led the god downstairs, a smirk flickering on her lips; She knew she was breaking the rules, and oh, how she loved it.
"I'm surprised you're allowing me to roam outside of my cell," Loki finally spoke up, amusement showing in his bewitching voice. Edith briefly turned her gaze to him.
"And why's that, dark and brooding?" She replied.
He chuckled. "What if I were to escape?" The god looked down at her, a smirk dancing on his lips. Devilry shone in his pale blue eyes.
Edith flaunted a mischievous grin.
"Heh. You wouldn't. See, you might be the God of Mischief, but you fail to realize that I have thousands of tricks up my sleeve," She proudly stated. Loki was testing her, she knew; And Loki was surprised at her response. "I'd much like to see those 'tricks' some day," He said, grinning cheekily.
"Aye, enough super-powered flirting for the love of my sanity!" Ruby clamored.
Edith stepped down, finally, from the staircase.
"We're not flirting. We're competing."
"Ah, same, same."
Loki stepped down after her. Edith rolled her eyes.
"You, sit," She told Loki. He shot her an irritated look. "Sit or I'll make you, jackass." insisted Edith.
He huffed, and did so. He placed himself on the farthest end of the sofa, not wanting to be anywhere near Sid.
"So, is she good in bed?" Was the first thing, much to Loki's annoyance, Sid said to him. This must be what Edith means by a 'fuckboy'.
The god managed a reply, "I haven't a clue what you mean."
"Psht! I mean, is she good at fucking?" Loki refrained from rolling his eyes. Uck, why did I ever come to this dreadful planet...
"We haven't had those sorts of relations, nor do we intend to," There was his rage again. "Edith and I are merely..." He stopped.
Exactly, what did you call a relationship between a guard and his or her prisoner?
Luckily for him, Ruby smacked the back of Sid's head before he could finish.
"Ow! - Damn it, woman!"
Ruby plopped down on the chair a few feet beside the couch.
"Shut the fuck up, you degenerate," She was saying, as she crossed her legs. Loki then noticed that Edith was no where in sight. For some reason, this made him far more uncomfortable.
"Might I ask where Edith is..?" He quizzed.
Ruby shrugged, "Asking the wrong person. I don't pay attention to much."
An excuse to exit. Perfect. Loki thought. He rose to his feet.
"I'll be looking for her," He told the two.
"It's like he's a puppy and she's his owner." said Sid, to Ruby, of course.
"Ow!"
She'd kicked him in the shin. - Truly, this didn't bother her. Perhaps she even agreed. However, she enjoyed terrorizing Sid.
Loki walked to Edith's bedroom, and gently knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he entered. No sign of Edith. He closed the door, and marched to the front door. He briefly heard Ruby and Sid bickering, though he did his best to block them out.
"Would you stop kicking me?!" 
"Not until you shut up."
He shook his head, as he opened the door. There she is. He stepped out onto the porch, closing the door, mostly so he could no longer hear the argument from indoors.
Edith stood by her old car, leaning into the backseat window. She rose at the sound of his footsteps - Unfortunately hitting her head on the car's roof.
"Fuck!" She shouted. She rubbed the back of her head. Loki couldn't help but chuckle. She immediately looked up to spot him. "Fury's probably got the place surrounded. You shouldn't be out here," She told him.
The devilish god shrugged as he approached her.
"Very bold of you to assume that I care," His gaze turned to the car. "What were you doing?" Loki's icy blues met Edith's shining green-browns. He felt as if he were melting under her heat; But of course, he forced the feeling away, as she spoke.
"Well, I was getting snacks for the gang. Mostly Sid, that is. He eats more than he does anything else," She paused, letting out a huff. "Y'know, I thought you hated your little cell, and me." She leaned against her car.
"No comment," Was his simple reply. He, too, decided to lean against her car.
"Hmph. Still hate me, then?" Edith gave him another mischievous grin, showing that she was merely teasing.
"Oh, yes, definitely." The god replied, returning her grin. "They say not to bite the hand that feeds you, but I think I will." He joked, earning a laugh from Edith.
"They say not to kick boys in the crotch, but I think I will," She teased him in return.
He remained silent, his gaze seeming to steer itself as it moved to her dainty, painted red lips. An urge bubbled up inside him.
Unlike his urge to be Thor's equal, this one, he would drown. He immediately looked down. Get yourself together, you idiot. He mentally growled to himself.
"What?" Edith finally broke the silence.
"Ah, your paint is smeared," He answered. He would fight these...hideous feelings.
"Paint?" It took Edith a moment to realize what he was talking about. Then, she laughed.
"It's lipstick, dumbass," She said. The necromancer bent into her car again, and pulled out a black cloth. She quickly wiped the lipstick off her lips. "Is it all off?" She asked him.
He looked up, flashing her a grin to show he was joking, "No."
She rolled her eyes and tossed the cloth into her car.
"C'mon, let's go in before Fury orders his goons to shoot us down or something." She said. Edith grabbed a bag of chips out of her car.
"Before we do - Might I ask you something?" Loki said before she could walk away.
"You just did," She grinned, sliding her tongue over her lips.
He gave her a scornful look, to which she replied, "Fine. What?"
The god stared intently at the necromancer,"Why would you let me roam free? Me, a killer. Me, the man who tried to take over this planet. Me, the man who stabbed you and the rest of those 'Avenger' buffoons' dear Agent Coulson through the chest," He loomed over her, his gaze daring and questioning. "Me, a man who could kill you with ease if I wished to."
Their eyes seemed locked together; Unlike most men and women, Edith was not at all intimidated. He was...surprised. She didn't seem to care, at all.
"You just answered that for yourself," She replied, her mischievous grin returning. The sun was beginning to go down, she noticed. "If you wished to. - It's not that you've got my trust, it's that I know you won't. You know that if you try anything, you're going right back to Asgard."
There was a strange, almost sinister glint in Edith's eyes as Loki stared into them. He had to admit, that deep down, he found this side of her alluring. He chuckled.
"Well, you certainly aren't wrong..." He told her, a cheeky grin decorating his pale face.
Edith snorted.
"C'mon, shitface," She merely said as she approached the porch steps.
"I'm offended," Loki sarcastically replied.
"Good,"
Once more, he chuckled. The front door flung open.
There was Sid, grumbling, "Tell your sidekick to sto- Oh! Food!" He quickly snatched the bag in Edith's hand. Edith shook her head in disapproval as she followed Sid inside. Loki closed the door behind the pair of them.
"How the fuck are you still hungry, Sid? You just ate." Ruby inquired, narrowing her eyes at Sid.
"I like food." Was all he said as he plopped down on the couch. Edith looked to Loki, who was evidently just as annoyed as she. The two remained by the door. Loki's arms were crossed over his chest.
"Are they always like this?" He asked, looking to her just as she looked away from him.
"Unfortunately, yes," She replied.
"It's like they're children." The god commented.
"I agree," Edith watched her friends bicker. "Idiots." She muttered, scoffing. "I'm glad I've got you now."
She told him, referring to his intelligence, that her friends, as dear as they were to her, seemed to lack.
His heart began pounding again. Damn it. He infuriated himself. His gaze returned to Edith's beautiful face. His heartbeat became rapid, as if it were trying to claw it's way out his chest to get to her.

Hours had passed before Ruby and Sid finally decided to leave. Edith checked her phone for the time, as she and Loki sat on the couch.
"Jesus Christ," She muttered under her breath.
"Let me guess - It's incredibly late?" Loki chimed in as he crossed his legs.
"For two people who get up way too early, yeah. It's almost ten," The necromancer answered.
Loki huffed,"No offense, but I'm not very fond of your male counterpart." He said, cradling his head in his palm, and using the sofa's arm as support.
"Ew, don't call him that." Edith grimaced, while Loki snickered.
He couldn't help but think about how angelic she appeared, even in her grace. This, of course, angered him. The god chewed the inside of his cheek, smothering his thoughts.
"Is that not what he is?" He further teased.
Edith narrowed her eyes at him. Don't beat that smug ass look off his face. Don't beat that smug ass look off his face. She, in her head, repeated.
"He is in no way, my equal," A smirk struck her lips. "Maybe yours."
The grin on Loki's face faded, "I'm hurt, truly." He jokingly replied.
Edith laughed, and gently kicked his leg.
He grinned, "Is that meant to be a challenge, madam necromancer?" He quizzed.
"Maybe. Will you ever know?" Edith snagged one of the pillows, and smacked him with it.
"That must be." The god stood, his grin widening.
"Ooooh, I'm just shakin' in me boots!" Edith did her best pirate impression. Loki tossed a metal pen holder at her.
"Oh, you son of a-"
Loki only laughed as Edith tackled him, holding him in a headlock. He didn't even notice that she'd grabbed a glass mug off the table, until she smashed it on his head. Due to his, you know, being a literal god, this did little to him.
He only laughed harder, and slid out from beneath her. He was quick to his feet. He snagged a small, fake plant off a S.H.I.E.L.D. bought shelf, and hurled it at her. She, to his surprise, dodged it. His eyes widened as she pounced towards him. He threw himself on the floor, then laughed again.
"Missed," He said.
"Will I miss when my foot hits your crotch? Let's find out," She bent over him, a devious grin on her pale face. "You wouldn't." Loki said.
"You're right. I wouldn't. But I would do this," She smashed a cheap, glass side table on his head. Then, out of the blue, she punched him in the face.
"Could you not hit me in the face? I quite value my looks," He said, lying still on the floor.
She sniggered, "I don't."
Loki was quick to fire back, "A shame."
Once again, he grinned. He proceeded to kick her down; Only then, did he notice busted her lip. He paused, briefly concerned. Edith didn't seem to mind, for she just laughed.
"Nice," She said. This time, she kicked him to the ground.
"This has been fun, but I need sleep," She started for her bedroom. He suddenly materialized in front of her, a devilish grin on his pale face. He tackled her - Unfortunately, the pair fell onto the coffee table, and smashed it entirely. Both of them were laughing as they hit the floor.
"You broke my table!" She hissed at him, though, frankly, she cared not about it.
"You nearly broke my nose," Loki rolled off her, grinning and sniggering.
"Nearly. I didn't," She protested.
There was silence for a long while - Until, Edith naturally broke it;
"Y'know, when I first saw you I thought you were the lamest asshole in the universe,"
Loki looked to her and chuckled. "And?" He was surprised to find that she had, in fact, busted his lip.
"You're the second lamest asshole in the Universe." She replied, grinning.
"Ouch," Loki mocked, putting a hand to his chest. "Might I ask who the first is?"
Edith chuckled. "That would be Sid," She replied, as she sat up.
"I must say that I agree," answered Loki. "Frankly, this is the most entertained I've been in about a century,"
Another moment of silence.
"Why the hell are you so creepily open with me? I know this isn't normal for you," Edith broke the silence, yet again.
He looked to her. "May I ask why you so open with me?" He replied, avoiding answering her question.
"Bold of you to assume I am," She returned, smirking. — He, however, was unamused.