Did I Say You Could Leave? Loki x Reader (cont.)

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"This is not happening..." You mumbled worriedly as you jerked the handle a few times only to be greeted by the same dull blaring sound as before.

"It seems as though I will delight in an even sweeter treat than the cake tonight." Loki spoke, his voice was low, and a half smirk graced his features as the moonlight fell over him, enveloping him in an eerily mesmerizing shadow.

"Stay where you are, or I'll-" You feigned a threatening facade.

"Or you'll what?" He asked, striding over to you with his usual overzealous confidence.

"Will you lock me up again? It seems that is the only thing you are capable of." He said, a bit more darkness in his tone.

"... You don't scare me." You lied, putting on a brave face. Your blood froze and a chill went up your spine as he roughly gripped your jaw with one of his hands.

"You are by far... the most idiotically stouthearted human I have met as yet." He said, his face growing closer to yours. You shook your head free from his grip, and turned to the door again. You slammed your hand against it roughly multiple times as hard as you could.

"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! OPEN THE DOOR!" You screamed.

"It is counterproductive to insist upon the continuation of this." He spoke, lifting one eyebrow.

"Dammit, did you swallow a thesaurus or what?" You groaned, resting your head against the steel door.

"You resent me." He said simply.

"I was trying so hard to hide it too." You said sarcastically.

"You've killed people. A lot of people." You added, glaring at him.

"Anyone that would stand to hinder my work must be made an example of." He said as though it were the most obvious thing.

"I'm... ending this conversation." You sighed, sliding your back down the wall until you were a ball in front of the door.
You quietly pulled out your sketchbook and flipped through the pages to give yourself something to do.

"What are your intentions?" Loki asked suddenly, making you jump as the silence was suddenly disrupted.

"What...?" You asked after registering his question.

"I asked you before, and now I demand an answer." He spoke astutely as he sat on his bed with his back straight and his eyes lowered to your level.

"... And you wonder why people don't like you." You said, pulling out a pencil and starting work on another sketch.

"You are an artisan." He said simply.

"No, it's just something that  I picked up in school... it helps me remember." You said, looking away from him at the timer on the door. It now read 10: 36: 12.

"You have difficulty recalling things?" He asked.

"Not really. It just helps me learn." You sighed, pushing your hair back. You tapped your pencil against the sketchbook a few times before bringing the eraser end to your lip and pushing your lip in so you could bite it.

"Why is it so cold in here...?" You mumbled, rubbing your arms as a small amount heat wafted from your lips in the form of a delicate puff of white vapor.

"I believe I may be the cause." He said, standing from his spot and strolling over to you once more.

"Stay away from m-"Before you could finish your sentence a piece of fabric was thrown over your head, impeding your eyesight. You fought against it with all your might only to become even more tangled. After a moment you were able to pull it away from your face so you could see. Loki had taken his seat on the bed once more. You acknowledged the fabric, realizing it was the sweater he had been wearing.

"Won't you get cold?" You asked, not noticing the ghost of a smile that Loki had hidden on his features.

"Oh... no, I'm fine I can assure you..." He stood and walked to the other side of his bed where there was a massive wall to ceiling window. He stood in front of it with one hand pressed against the glass, and the other resting on his hip.

"I am all too familiar with the cold." He said softly.

 Again the moonlight hit him in such a way that it accentuated his body in his tight fit black shirt and jeans. You couldn't look away, and took the opportunity to start sketching again before he moved. After a few short moments you had finished the basic outline, and he had moved again where he was still staring out the window, but he was leaning his shoulder against the glass as he fidgeted with a ring on his right index finger.

"Loki... is it an insult... when you call someone a midguardian?" You asked. He turned to you, seemingly surprised you had asked him something.

"Not inherently, no..." He admitted.

"It is simply a term that is used to say where you are from." He explained.

"Yes, but you... use it in such as disdainful manner." You said.

"... Indeed. A midguardian is essentially a human being." He said, turning to you completely.

"... Aren't there people then that would use the term Asguardian in a distasteful way?" You asked. The air between the two of you suddenly became stiff, but was broken suddenly by the sound of Loki chuckling.

"Are you implying that Midguardians and Asguardians are similar in some way?" He asked.

"I am." You said simply, nodding. Again the air became stiff, and you decided to just sketch some more. Several long minutes passed before you looked at the timer again- 9: 16: 09.

"What is it that you are sketching?" He asked, standing with his back against a different wall.

"You." You admitted, not seeing any reason to keep it from him.

"Really?" He asked, his tone holding genuine curiosity as he slowly walked towards you.

"Mmhm." You hummed, standing and holding you book out to him. He took it as you walked across the room to where he had been standing in front of the large window.

"I know it's built to hold people and for military purposes... but...I've always thought the view was stunning." You said, hugging yourself and allowing the warmth of the sweater to engulf you. Maybe it was the exhaustion making you talk so much, but for some reason you didn't feel a need to be defensive at the moment.

"You are very well endowed." Loki said, flipping through your other drawings.

"You think so?" You asked, pushing some hair behind your ear.

"Yes, you are very talented." He said, handing you your book back.

"Thanks..." You nodded, tucking it under your arm. Your eyes met his for the first real time since you had been locked in together, and you marveled at how beautifully they gleamed in resemblance of your favourite gemstone.

"You should rest." He said suddenly, breaking his gaze from yours. As welcomed as sleep was at the moment, you suddenly began to realize the severity of your situation.

"I'm fine... you should sleep." You said, unable to keep a sneaky yawn from escaping past your traitorous lips.
"Don't be ridiculous." He scoffed.

"I'm not. I just don't-" He startled you a second time that night as he slammed his hand against the thick glass of the window, trapping you in place.

"Trust me...?" He mumbled, his tone darkening somewhat, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

"Smart girl." He breathed, his hand reaching up to stroke your hair as a small smirk stretched to one side of his face. He moved his hand down to cradle your cheek, and as much as you wanted to pull away from him and scream at him not to touch you- you couldn't find the words. Your head lolled to the side in an almost uncontrollable manner as his hand caressed the delicate skin of your cheek. Without realizing it, he had swept you from your standing position, and placed you on the bed. The plush softness welcomed your aching body, but you attempted to sit up, still trying to fight back. You reached your hand out, in your drunk-like state, to grab something to help you sit up. You grabbed Loki's shirt instead, pulling him down on top of yourself. He chuckled as he pinned you down beneath him, and you struggled to keep yourself awake.

"Lo...ki... ki... nnhh... ahhhaa..." You groaned, unable to form words.
Without saying anything, you felt his fingertips slide beneath the fabric of the sweater he had allowed you to borrow until his the cold skin made contact with your waist. You inhaled sharply at the cold sensation, and arched your back his he traced his fingertips up your spine, pulling the sweater up in the process. You managed to force one eye open, and watched as he lowered his head and drug his lips across your stomach, making his way up between your ribcage. Your breathing became more flustered as the small puffs of white smoke left your lips and dispersed into the air. Regardless of the freezing cold, you cheeks continued to grow hotter and hotter. Loki rested his left hand on your hip as his other hand reached up and cradled the back of your neck, tugging on the hairs as he brought his face up to be level with yours.

"Kiss me." He demanded, and you released a sharp breath before turning your head to the side, only to have Loki roughly jerk it back to where it was.

"KISS ME." He said again, even more fervor in his tone. You took a deep breath as he slammed his lips into yours, causing your teeth to clatter slightly, but this didn't slow him down. You reached up, grabbing his jawline to bring him in closer, but he only grabbed your hands and held them above your head.

"My bed, my rules." He hissed in your ear, tugging on the lobe slightly with his teeth.

"It's... not your bed..." You groaned, finding yourself suddenly writhing beneath him.

"Oh really?" He asked, that usual smirk returning to his face.

"We'll just see about that won't we?" He mused.

*The next morning*

Your eyes fluttered open, and you groaned as you stretched out in bed, looking straight ahead at the door-
 00: 03: 10.

"Three minutes, ten seconds..." You mumbled, pulling the blanket from your body and finding a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Your eyes widened and your cheeks turned a bright red as you struggled to release Loki's arms from around you, but they only tightened.

"Loki... Loki...!" You shook him, and he let out a small groan as his arms unwound from you and you escaped, hustling around to gather your clothes. You pulled on the sweater as Loki finally sat up, the blanket still covering his lower half.
"Get dressed!" You hissed, throwing him his shirt, pants and undergarments. He did so quickly, and without argument- to your surprise, and a few minutes later, the vaulted door cracked open, indicating it was time to relocate Loki to his holding cell.
"I have to get you back now." You sighed turning to him, and noticing the cake still on the small corner table.
"You never got to eat your cake..." You mumbled, pouting slightly.
"I received an even sweeter treat last night." Loki said, smirking, and kissing your cheek. You blushed madly, and cleared your throat as you motioned for him to follow you.

*In the heli-carrier cafe*

You were greeted by the usual people that dwelled around the cafe at this time of morning. Tony, Steve, and Clint usually had coffee here together. Fury had given you orders to watch Loki again this afternoon, and lead him to his cell again tonight.

"Hey (F/N). Is that a new sweater?" Tony called after you, causing your face to redden all over again.

You would certainly have to return the sweater...


Tonight.



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