A Tale of Mischief and Mutants

Fear

—-Loki—-

I don't know what came over me that made me kiss her. I think as we lay in bed that night her sleeping next to me. I suppose I've been feeling this way for a while now, I never would have thought I'd find myself feeling this way for a mortal. That I'd allow myself to display my affection for her that openly. The kiss had happened so fast almost like an impulse.

I had expected her to reject me when it happened but instead she only drew closer. And now... I'm second guessing everything I thought about my feelings for her before. Is it at all possible that this could work for the short time we have? The way she accepted me almost convinces me it could... she kissed me back. A swell of sentiment takes over my thoughts she accepted me, she didn't push me away, she likes me too.

My fear seems to hit from nowhere. 'Would she feel the same if she knew what you were?' I try to push that train of thought away but it refuses to budge. 'She would run from you if she knew what you were.' 'You're a monster.' 'She could never love a Frost Giant.' 'SHUT UP!' I want the thoughts to go away to just let me have this moment of happiness.

'This moment is a lie.' the voice in the back of my head whispers. 'NO it's not!' I look over at Sam, she looks so peaceful sleeping now the anxiety that plagued her earlier today completely gone. I will tell her what I am. Just not now, soon, but not yet. 'She'll leave you.' The voice persists. I push it away the fear of that thought drives me to pull her towards me.

'No she wouldn't... would she?' 'She hadn't rejected me before.' Even when she thought I was in full control over myself during New York she still hadn't rejected me. She doesn't wake and I somehow fall asleep clinging to her despite my fears.