Loki and I

Loki'd (S1 E29)

(A/N Okay, if you know me, you know I hate POV changing. Yes, I hate reading stories where the Point of View changes. And yes, this is probably going to be out of character, forgive me on that one, So, yes, it is absolutely 100% hypocritical for me to be doing this, but here we go.)

Loki's POV.

I lift a droopy eyelid as golden rays of sunlight seep in through the window.

Rosie's rich copper mane smells faintly of vanilla and apricots, and possibly a hint of chlorine, but I'm not too sure. I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, inhaling her scent, letting out a long sigh. After sleeping on hard metal for months, this bed is like sleeping on a marshmallow.

I pause. What am I doing? And why do I keep getting these thoughts to do this? It just does not make sense.

I do not understand why she appeals to me so much, or what she is doing to make me so. I might just have a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome. Or maybe I could actually...

No. I don't. Even if I did, she would never feel the same way.

And even if she did, she's a pony, and I'm... well, I'm still debating on just what I am.

But even if we could work it out, I'd just end up hurting her, I know I would. Everyone I get close to can and will get hurt. Because if I am one thing, I'm a monster.

Besides, Rosie's annoying. Yes. She annoys me, and does not appeal to me. A mere distraction.

And yet, she has been the only one who actually distracts me from the misery of my punishment. But like I said, a distraction. Distraction...

Her antics are about the only things I can actually look forward to for the next millennia. She also has a huge connection to the Princesses and rulers of Equestria, so even just pretending to befriend her would get me some pleasant advantages.

These non existent feelings are just symptoms of Stockholm Syndrome. They have to be. I knew I was crazy, but not that crazy. But apparently I am that crazy.

Although, I'm assuming that I do not have to worry about it. At least, not right now.

I smile and let out another breath, enjoying the softness of the bed and the warmth of her while I still can. Compared to my cell, this is but a luxury.

I'm also relieved, because last night, for some strange reason, was the first time in a long time where I didn't have any nightmares. Nothing about being abandoned, falling, rejection... him...

No, it was quite a peaceful, dreamless slumber, despite not going to sleep for two hours after everyone else did.

I yawn quietly, opening my eyes, glancing at the sleeping Rosie. I look beyond her to see a very awake Zoe staring directly at me from her sleeping bag, propping herself up with an elbow. My eyes widen, I tense up. I had no idea she was there.

"Good morning, Loki," she grins, "Have a nice sleep?"

I abruptly pull away from Rosie, trying as best I can not to disturb her. I really hope she hasn't noticed in the first place, that was the intention. "How long have you been there?" I hiss, craning my neck over Rosie and glaring at the purple unicorn.

"Oh, about half an hour," she inspects a hoof nonchalantly. When she sees me move away from Rosie uncomfortably, her face falls, "You know... you and her? You don't make a bad couple."

"We are not a couple," I say in a hushed tone, trying not to wake up the others as I slide out of the bed. "... Besides, why would anyone think that?" I turn my back to her, glancing up at the roof with an eyebrow raised. I guess I might not be just asking her, but myself. "We are nothing alike."