Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

Wisdom Choke You

Hey bbs :) Just a lil warning this chapter contains highkey mature themes. much smut ykno ;). If y'all wanna skip past that it starts at the lil *** and ends at the next lil ***. But just bear in mind that even if there is no plot within it, you may miss out on some... a lot of character and relationship development.

ACE'S POV

My heart felt decidedly heavier as I lay, curled up under the silk sheet. I didn't have the strength to leave just yet. But when the sunrise finally showed itself I'd be gone. Back to Charlie, back home, back where I was comfortable. Or at least, as comfortable as I possibly could ever be.

I shook my head, clearing the phantom feeling of Loki's steady heartbeat against my head from my mind as I turned under the covers, irritably watching the constant shower of streaking comets in the sky just outside my window. I was frustrated. In every sense of the word. He'd left me shaken, defenseless, and vulnerable. As he always did. Every. Damn. Time.

I rolled my eyes and rolled onto my back, tracing the cracks in the ceiling with my eyes as I tried to ignore the aggravation that was building slowly inside me. Every inch of me felt uncomfortable, too hot, And itching for the arms of another. Of a certain other. My chest constricted painfully as he swam into my mind for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past hour, crushing my ribs under the weight of the guilt that cling like sodden cloth to me, burdening and sewn into my skin with the recollection of his hurt expression just before he'd left. There was a lingering nerve in the back of my mind as well. Something that sparked alight periodically. Something so foreign but so familiar. Something haunting and affectionate. Something so very...him.

It jumped alive again with the ceaseless energy of a striking match held to the wick of a deadly pile of explosives which I held in my hand as I watched the fire dance closer. Lighting up the hand that held the match. His hand. Again his deep emerald gaze flashed poignantly before my wide open stare, glinting in the dark of the room. I felt the crushing again. I felt the sharp twist in my gut. I felt the thick haze of blissful intoxication flood my skull. I felt my feet hit the floor.

Fuck this.

"Hey." I supplied passively, eyeing Raoul and Kuz standing in the corridor either side of the door as I let it swing shut behind me. Kuz' eyes shifted to me as I turned around in front of them to face them, still eliciting no acknowledgement from the stoic, statuesque figure of Raoul, as was to be expected.

"Damn, again with the stoic, shit-smelling face." I commented off-handedly, staring at the poised guard that still wouldn't even spare me a glance. I'd have almost believed he couldn't hear or see me if it weren't for the near imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow as I spoke. Kustaar just looked confused.

"Shit-smelling?" He queried, wrinkling his nose in attempt to locate the phantom smell as his eyes flitted from me to Raoul.

"That stern grimace he wears, like he's just stepped in a horrific smelling pile of shit but is still trying to be professional about it." I explained, finally swivelling his heavy gaze toward me as he stared down at me with a distinct distaste. I raised my arms in mock surrender, trying not to smirk.

"I mean don't get me wrong, it's a hot face. All authoritative and that. I mean I'd happily ride it til the sun came up. Come to think of it, I'd even consider riding you until the sun came up. But you know. I have at least a shred of dignity left." I rambled airily, watching Raoul's penetrative glare as his eyebrows lifted up a little and his eyes narrowed as they flashed vibrantly with something dark, his pupils growing wide as he observed me carefully. His expression was still as blank as ever though and I smirked as I turned to Kustaar, grinning wider when I saw the look of blatant surprise and disbelief staining his face. I let out a low laugh and looked him over.