Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

Just Killing Time

"I fell for you"

I saw the swelling trepidation scour his face before it had even registered to him, painting his features in an astounded glow lit up by the crisp embers still crackling out their finale, eager to die down and sleep, much like everyone else it seemed. Everyone but the two of us, lay sinful, wasting in each other's burning shame.

Then he'd fallen, and I watched it, the fleeting moment of breathless shock slipping from his features to slink back into the shadows with naught but a sympathetic glance toward me and my vulnerable words still simmering in the rapidly cooling air, as it went. His hulking mass of regret pushed me deep into to the smothering satin beneath me as he held his shameful expression only inches above my haunted eyes.

A moment, a sliver of silence, a fleeting nod to our quiet companion that still hung in the air, thick and monstrous. Then I blinked and he'd moved, slipping off me as I grew cold and uncomfortable, watching him dress in his usual attire and walk further from the bed, silent, and scornful. In reality he only stood a few metres from my trembling form, but feeling further away from me than he'd ever likely been, so far I could've believed one of us were dead, merely a spirit, no longer present to the lingering world. God how I'd wished it was me.

My mouth parted open, eager to form the sound of his name, to call him back to caress my lips against his one more, but my tongue silenced every attempt and my throat constricted, leaving me pained, vying for his attention, his acknowledgement of the harsh truth I'd spoken.

Damn. I knew it, I'd known it, it should've been cut with diamond into the cage around my beating heart by now. This is what came from words such as these. This was the punishment I served only myself when I was foolish enough to let the truth out, speak it blindly into the pressing silence like I were anyone but myself, like I wished my own agony upon myself. But I took it anyway, blunt and harsh as his ice tipped spears that seemed to pin me lifeless to the bed, as his careful hands had done only moments earlier.

I was sure he'd be gone soon, fleeing from the lasting reverberating echoes of my cruel words, leaving me bleeding and numb as the ebbing pain washed acid throughout me despite my best efforts to disconnect, to be cold, unfeeling, unbroken. I was sure he'd leave the silence where it stood, dominating and demanding submission, never allowing him to speak a word. And I knew he would comply.

But he didn't. He threw caution to the wind and dared to pour his voice from his silver tongue. He spoke. And I crumbled.

"No...Ora, you haven't." His words came sickly and unwavering, emotionless and cruel beyond anything, falling upon the body of silence as it turned from power to pity. The quiet settling upon me after the quiet statement fell more forgiving over my shoulders, clawing at me in attempt to pull the past through its deadened hands and take the last spoken phrase from our minds, erasing its injury. But it could never be that successful, and I bit back my grimace as the weight against me gave way, crushing my ribs, splintering against the dusty organ that still unfortunately pumped ceaselessly within me.

Above everything I began to feel the shock of anger pawing at me, seeping cold fluid into my veins again as I seethed, spurred on by the sheer agony thundering throughout me.

"Don't even try that shit right now, asshole. It's your fault I even fell in-...fell-....lost in the first place." I seethed, sitting up as I pulled my nightshirt over my head and rose to my feet, disliking the superiority he had standing tall and stoic as I lay naked and cold among the sheets, still trembling with the after effects of his touch.

He didn't turn, he didn't speak but I saw his head bow a little, watching the tension rise in his shoulders as I fought the urge bring my blade across his neck for ever having the audacity. It was tempting, all the more tempting to leave, go home, breaking the force between us now I knew how dangerous this infatuation had become.