Chapter Twelve

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Chapter Twelve

**Loki's POV**

God she looks absolutely adorable today. And how she was all soapy when I found her in the kitchen? It took all my strength not to gather her in my arms and kiss her. I had missed her presence terribly in the past week, but I knew I needed to give her space. When I found her I explained and apologized that me kissing her last night was a mistake, but I don't see it that way. Now that I know she isn't mad at me for it I can fully admit to myself that it was the happiest I'd ever been. The kiss was amazing. She made me feel alive, happy, and I finally feel like I belong somewhere. But I could never tell her that. Even though she said she wasn't upset over the kiss, her horror-filled face still haunted me. I don't think I can face that again.

As she continued doing the dishes I joined in, but she had to show me how to do everything since I had never done my own dishes before. I had no idea where Langridge was, maybe this was all part of his master plan to get me and Amy closer. I laughed to myself, knowing that Langridge wouldn't do such a thing. He's probably resting after making such a lovely meal, thinking to get to the dishes later. While cleaning Amy and I made conversation talking about types of music back in her realm. She said she particularly liked this 'band' called 'the.. Beatles?' she said they're classics but I had never heard of singing insects before. Humans are strange.

Once the dishes were done I casually grabbed a pile of sudsy soap in my hands and blew it on her neck, startling her. She turned and laughed, throwing suds at me while trying to block herself from my attacks. It was cute in the most compelling way. She giggled as we fought and I laughed and smiled more than I ever had with Thor when we were children. When we finally stopped, breathing heavily and soaking wet with soap and water, Amy said that she was going to get changed. She went to step away from me but she slipped on the soap and fell backwards. I caught her mid-fall and held her there for a moment, soaking in everything she was. Her stunning eyes met mine and we just stood there for a moment and I found myself leaning closer to her. 'She doesn't love you back' my inner voice said.

I stopped myself before getting closer and stood her up with a start. I smiled at her warmly and she smiled back saying "Thank you... I guess I'll see you in a bit!". Did I hear a bit of disappointment in her voice? No. Must have just been my imagination. I rubbed my temples as I strode towards my own chambers, dripping wet.

I changed out of my outfit from before and decided on a button up black shirt with black pants and black shoes. I added my favorite scarf as well, it was a white and dark green designed scarf. I was much more comfortable in my Asgardian armour, but I had thought Amy would be more intimidated and remind her of our first encounter. The last time I wore this.. I was actually in Midgard... I sighed and shook the old nightmares away. I'm a different man now, I've changed. So you don't want to conquer Asgard anymore? Slay Odin? Thor? What about your plan Loki, what are you going to do now? These questions came up frequently and I honestly didn't have an answer. I hadn't thought about anything but Amy since she arrived. I didn't even have a desire to be king anymore. I just wanted to make her happy. But there was also my deal with Langridge. I told him that once I was in power I would help find his wife. If I don't want to be in power anymore... Langridge would kill me on the spot if he knew. I must try and find his wife without the power of being ruler. It would be a bit harder but I'm sure I could do it. I have to try at least, for Langridge.

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