Out of Time, Out of Place (Loki Romance)

Chapter 5

Loki avoided me after that. He was never around, and when he was, he wouldn't even look at me. I wasn't devastated, but I was slowly getting lonelier by the minute.

After a solid week of Loki not speaking to me, I decided to do something about it.

I spied him walking into his closet. I marched to him from my room, and cornered him at the entrance to his closet. His back was to me, scanning his outerwear. I was oddly surprised to see how many clothes he owned. I never took notice before.

"Look," I started. "If you're just going to ignore me, that's fine. But I would like to know why."

Loki spun around to face me. My once helpful confidence was now fleeting quickly. Loki's solid green eyes met mine, and I felt my heart stop in my chest. His jaw was clenched, and I suddenly felt very small compared to him. I wanted to curl up in a ball, or run and hide under the bed.

"Miss Kingsley," he spat out. "I would suggest you go back to your room before you say something stupid."

I narrowed my eyes at him, feeling the frustration grow in me. He treated me like a little girl! Just last week he made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"I don't expect you to like me, but some decency would be appreciated." I started to turn around and walk away before I stopped myself and and spoke again. "I'm sure even you could find that deep down in your soul." With those last words, I stormed back to my room and slammed the door behind me.

I flung myself onto my bed, and grabbed my nearest pillow to cry into. I felt just like Belle did when Beast kept her.

This situation sucked. I was stuck in some fairy tale land where I had no friends, and the only person that would talk to me was a psychopath. I knew I hit my all time low when even reading didn't seem to appeal to me.

I wanted to go home. I desperately wanted to see my mom and my sister. They must have been worried sick about me. Nearly a month had gone by, and I'm sure they called the house and my cell hundreds of times. This stupid place didn't even have service! This thought caused me to sob harder, coating my pillowcase in tears.

I gripped the pillow closer to me as each outcry ripped through my heart. I had never felt so alone.

I was too busy crying, I didn't even notice my door was open until I felt a light breeze hit my arms.

I sniffled and slowly turned around, prepared to go shut it. I stopped myself when I saw Loki standing at the end of my bed. Did he see me go through my whole emotional episode? I became embarrassed about it and felt the last couple of tears fall down my face.

I took a deep breath and watched as Loki sauntered over to my side of the bed. He perched at the end of it and stared at me.

"I brought you here to make sure there was always someone in my room. I have very important information in that room," Loki pointed to his doorway. "And I don't want anyone to get ahold of it. It would ruin everything."

I blinked at him.

"You're not here to be a companion. You have a much more luxurious life here than most. I would suggest you treat me with some respect." His words were sharp and precise. Every word getting their point through to me.

Loki sighed. "I do apologize for taking you away. But I needed you here." Loki sighed. "So, I am going to forgive your little outburst, and we can go on as we have been."

"How much longer do I have to stay here?" I spat out, venom seeping through every word.

Loki's eyes flashed with anger. "Only a few more days. Then I'll send you back home."

"Good." I grunted and tuned away from him.

I heard Loki stand up and storm out of my room. A few moments later I heard his door slam shut, indicating that I was alone.

A few more days. I could do this.

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As I had recalled Loki saying, I stayed in his bed when he was away. I wasn't upset about this, due to the fact that his bed felt like sleeping on a cloud.

I had finished eating, and I was finishing my book before falling asleep.

I fell I was glad to be going home. To my own bed. Although these beds were heavenly. I was really hoping I'd still have a job when I got back. I would have to come up with some story about getting kidnapped or something like that. Which is basically what happened. But I doubted anyone would believe that I went to another universe.

I was a moment away from sleeping, until I was startled awake again by commotion outside of my room. I threw off my sheets and slid out of bed, tiptoeing across my room and pressing my ear against the door. I only heard muffled voices that way. I stepped back and slowly opened the door a crack. I peeked out and saw men and women rushing around in a panic. The whole scene before me was pure pandemonium.

I opened up just a bit more and caught the sleeve of a girl.

"What's going on?" I questioned.

Her eyes were wild, filled with tears and fear. "The Frost Giants have infiltrated the kings chambers. You are to stay in your room!" The blonde tried to run back away.

I gripped her sleeve harder. "Where is Loki?" My voice filled with panic.

"He is defending the king." I released her, and after slamming the door shut behind me, I raced in the opposite direction of everyone else, and searched for the kings quarters. I managed to stop a scared boy, and he pointed down a hall before racing away from me. I kept running, my bare feet stinging with every step.

I saw a slightly ajar door, and slowing down, I looked in it. I a large blue... figure, much larger than myself, standing over a body, weapon in hand. I gasped, and turned around, not wanting to hear what was about to happen. In the distance, I could hear fighting an talking, and someone slam to the floor. I put my hand to my chest, feeling my heart race within. I took a moment to breath, and then ran as quickly as my feet would carry me. My skirt twisted around my ankles, and I fell. I heard footsteps behind me as I pulled myself up from the ground.

Loki offered his hand to me, and I ignored it. "Joan..." He started to speak. I brushed my skirts off.

I cut him off. "Don't. I just need to go home." I sighed, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. "I thought I could trust you." I turned my head towards the ground. "I thought you were the good guy."

I sniffled, side stepping around him, only to have him catch my arm in his firm grasp.

"Please, just take me home." I whispered to the ground, feeling the tears wash over my cheeks. "I need to go home."

His grip on me loosened slightly. "But I need you to stay." His whisper was so quiet, I thought I might have dreamt it.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes. His gaze met mine. I felt the butterflies attack my stomach brutally. He took a step towards me and cupped my face in his hands, kissing me roughly. I closed my eyes, wanting to forget what I had just witnessed. Wanting to desperately run away from the fact that this devilishly handsome guy that I liked was the villain in this story.

He pulled away from me too soon. "We have to get you out of here." Loki's voice was rough and sexy. I nodded, wanting to cry.

Loki grabbed my hand, and started running. I gathered my skirts in my free hand and chased down the hallway with him. The palace was deserted. Everyone had evacuated. At least the part we were in. Loki raced me out of the place, and out to the Bifrost.

"I'm going to put you back on earth, but I will return for you." He wrapped his arms around me, and just like before, we were zooming through space. I felt my feet hit the ground, and when I opened my eyes, I was in my house alone. Staring at my reflection, trying to figure out who I was.