Who are you? (A Loki Love Story)

Chapter Twenty Four - Loki

The picture is of Sophie's bar dress. Sorry! It should have been on the last chapter...

Loki's POV


        Thor and I landed on the roof of the tower I had used to help create a portal not so long ago. I dust myself off, even though there is little dirt, and turn to Thor with a smirk. "Come along brother." He says, and anger fills me. He and I were not brothers, yet no matter how many times I established this, he insisted on calling me brother. He walked towards the door on the roof and I followed. I could not escape without my powers. Odin had stripped me of them before banishing me to midguard.

        Normally I would have rather stayed in a cell in the dungeon than be banished here, but now I had something to come for. Not something, exactly. Someone.

        Sophie.

        She dominated my thoughts at random times, making me think back to the time I had spent with her. She wasn't normal. She had stood up to me throughout her kidnapping, and used incredible smarts to talk to me when she wasn't trying to annoy me. She was an interesting one, somehow getting me to open up. The most surprising thing she had done was open up to me about her past. She made me want to hunt down and kill anyone that had ever hurt her, anyone that had caused those scars. She had looked so frightened and frail in that moment that all I wanted to do was comfort her.

        The worst part about it though, was the fact that she was painfully beautiful and didn't realize it. She was intriguing, thoughtful, and used quite a bit of magic with her words. She had tricked me once while in my captivity, by using one word to limit what she had to tell me. Smart and beautiful. What a dangerous mix.

        Thor and make our way down the stairwell and into the hallway, and my eyebrows raise at the sudden commotion.

        "Get the football!" I heard several voices yell. What's a football? I heard the sounds of a scuffle and a string of curses. What was going on in there?

        "What do we do?" I hear Sophie say in her melodic voice.

        "What's going on?" I hear someone else say. The redheaded female, if I recall correctly.

        "I don't know what's going on." I hear a man say. It is silent for a few moments except for the sounds of the scuffle. "YOUR SONG!" The man suddenly yelled. Thor and I look at each other in confusion.

        "What was the trigger?" Sophie asks, panicked. Thor and I pick up the pace a little.

        "It was your trigger! You should remember!" The redheads voice is now a little muffled.

        "It was something simple, like a whistle or a tune or a-" Sophie cuts off, and I hear someone snap their fingers. I stop Thor from going in, wanting to listen to how this plays out. He raises an eyebrow, but does not attempt to go past me. Apparently, my oaf of a brother is curious as well. The sounds of a struggle have stopped.

        "GET OFF ME!" I hear a deep voice boom. I recognized the voice as the man who had first threatened me when I was in my cell. The one with a eye patch. "I want to know what the hell JUST HAPPENED." He says, sounding angry.

        Sophie and the man who was trying to help her before started to explain about how her singing could manipulate emotions, and how she had hypnotized the other members of her team by accident and told them to tackle eye patch man as a joke, but it had been a while so they had forgotten about it. They were finishing up their conversation when Thor pushed me forward, obviously thinking that we had done enough eavesdropping.

        "We will discus this in a few weeks. I have rescheduled the meeting for next week to then." The eye patch guy said. Thor and I step into the room just as Sophie speaks again.

        "Why did you call this?" She asks. Her back is to me, and I smile at the opportune moment I have.

        "Because of me." I say. She slowly turns around, first looking at Thor, and then to me. Her eyes grow wide when she takes me in, and silence rebounds through the room. It takes a moment for my mind to register what Sophie is wearing. Everyone else in the room is wearing normal midguardian garb except for her. What she is wearing is showing off much skin and flattering her curves. It has a long rip on the side, showing off her leg, and absolutely nothing was covering her arms or her chest. Beautiful.

        It takes all of my concentration to look away from her. When I do, my eyes instantly dart to hers, seeing that she saw me looking. Her beautiful orange eyes stare deep into mine, and it feels like we are alone.

        Then I hear the click of a midguardian weapon.

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Sophie's POV


        Loki.

        His eyes widen slightly when he see's what I'm wearing. He slowly looks me over, and it's different. It's not like at the bar, when all I felt was disgust when I had been looked over. When he looked at me, it was with adoration and..... approval? He rips his gaze from me, and a second later, his eyes flick up to mine, and I'm lost in the brilliant green.

        Then I hear the click of a gun.