The Second Born Curses- A Winterborn Series

Found you!

The smell of burnt bacon wafted through into my nose, making my face scrunch up in disgust. Whoever was making breakfast, clearly did not know how to cook. Curiosity got the best of me so I left my "room" and turned right to go down the corridor that led to the "kitchen".

Since the kissing incident with Loki, I had taken to searching the bunker, which actually turned out to be an old subway tunnel. It was a nice distraction to not think about the handsome alien. Especially when I had noticed things about his behaviour since then.

For one, when he was around the other scientists and enemies of S.H.I.E.L.D, he always looked pale and sweaty but ever so focused on his task ahead to destroy my planet. But when our eyes met across the room, he appeared to get somewhat better.

I shook it off and went into the "kitchen", only it wasn't an agent or scientist trying to cook. No, it was the one and only, Loki. The man who was set on ruling my world, the man who had murdered so many people and- though I did not like thinking about it, especially after kissing him- my father figure, Phil Coulson.

His back was turned, leaving me time to observe him. The men that I had slept with on the occasion were no match for Loki's looks. If I was honest to myself, it was not just Loki's looks that drew me in, it was how alike we were.

It did not help that the weird dreams was becoming more frequent and more romantic. From boat trips to rolling around on the ground. There were even times when I saw this Frea woman, who was also seemingly me, interact with Prince Calder in a business-like manner. As far as I could tell, Frea was of a lower status than Prince Calder, which made sense from the way she spoke to him on the castle grounds.

Loki was mumbling curses under his breath, turning around and seeing me for the first time. We both froze, just staring at one another. It was almost like we were seeing each other for the first time.

The urge to forget for a moment about everything else- past and future- was so strong, that instead of fighting it like I had been for the past three days, I went along with it.

'Cooking a meal? I did not know that aliens took cooking classes.' Was what I wanted to say but instead, I took a seat at the table, staying quiet. A world record for me. Then Loki blinked and settled a plate of burnt eggs, burnt bacon and somewhat salvaged toast.

It did not look very nice but I was not one to waste food, especially when I had been perfecting my powers in private. Whenever I used my powers constantly, my appetite increased in tenfold but seeing as I hadn't used my powers for so long, it made me more tired than hungry. Not now, it would seem as I picked up my fork and knife, digging in.

Loki's expression stayed neutral but I could instantly tell that he was pleased as well as surprised. He wasn't the only one. The meal was not half as bad as I thought it would be, nor did I expect Loki to make it for me.

Loki cleared his throat, "I want to apologise for the way I have acted towards you, little-" I glared at him, "Katra." He amended, making me smile. The way he said my name sent a really nice shiver down my spine.

He had just apologised to me for his actions but my gut told me he wanted to apologise for everything, something was just holding him back. Loki sat down next to me, pleading me with his eyes. I refused to meet his eyes; I did not want to lose myself again.

"I cannot forgive you completely, Loki. You killed a lot of people, you've manipulated not just my brother but all these people. The one thing I can't forgive you at all for, is for killing my father, Phil Coulson."

From my peripheral vision, I could see that he was confused as to whom I was referring to. Which, I guess for a criminal, is understandable. Especially when you have killed a lot of people.