A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Warped Mind Games

(This chapter was inspired by Jealousy by LokixSebstan over on AO3.

A great story for those who like a bit of jealousy driven smut, I highly recommend checking it out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14459112

This is my take on the other side of where this could have gone.

No smut here, but plenty of arguing and angst.

Thank you once again to LokixSebstan for giving me permission to use their story as the spring for this chapter.)

I hadn't wanted to see him.

All day I had hoped to keep myself distracted enough to not even think of him and for the most part it had succeeded, despite the awful images from last night in the hallway that would plague me from time to time.

These images would stir up a deep seated jealousy that I hated within myself and wanted to keep as hidden as possible from others around me.

Loki had every right to be happy and if he found happiness in the company of women that weren't me then who was I to throw a fit and act as if I owned him?

I should have known that in the one moment I finally step away for my own company, for just a bit of solitude to mull things over, that he would show up.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up."

I let out a long sigh to try and remain calm and step around him to my bedroom door, hoping beyond hope that I was hiding my emotions better than I felt I was.

"Please leave me alone, Loki, just for a little while."

"Is something wrong?"

That frown of concern caused my heart to jolt and tense painfully in my chest, he was a good friend and deserved to know what was really wrong and yet telling him would put us in an awkward situation.

This was my problem and I resolved to having to deal with it myself.

"No, I'm fine, I just wish to be alone."

Somehow I manage a weak smile that I should have guessed wouldn't sate his curiosity, but I continued on none the less and opened my bedroom door.

Which he promptly pulled shut whilst stepping closer to me.

"I know there's more."

"Of course, I can't lie to you, but it's nothing to worry about."

"You're my friend, of course I'll worry."

As he spoke he managed to manoeuvre us so that his tall frame was stood in the doorframe and acted as a barricade to my room.

"I know and I'll talk to you eventually, but right now I just wish to read."

"We could read together."

"I said I want to be alone," I grit out, feeling my irritation rise.

"But we all don't get what we want, do we?" He chuckled, flashing that charming smile he had when he was teasing.

A smile he had undoubtedly used to woo other women.

"Don't you have other company to be keeping," I snapped as my emotions got the better of me, something that I instantly regret and wish that I could take back.

"So you finally admit it?" He chuckled.

"Admit what?"

"What has been bothering you, why you've been avoiding me all day."