A/N: This is my first Loki fanfic :D Thank you for reading :D I'm all smileys, aren't I? :P Enjoy! Have a nice day :)
Imagine waking up to darkness. Darkness so deep it would hurt your eyes to try to vainly see into that darkness. It wasn't really the darkness that woke me up, but rather the cold. I felt that I was naked under a thin sheet of... silk. Finely woven silk too long to figure out the exact measurements in the black night around me. I was laying on... something. It wasn't rough or cold or hot. It felt like it simply existed. I sat up, clutching the silk to my breasts. Now imagine a thing so daunting, so intimidating, and so harrowing coming towards you, but yet you feel loved by it, safe by it, and you would always stay by its side until the end of time. I knew the thing slowly advancing towards me was something I lovingly treasured. As the thing neared me, the darkness slowly lifted the veil and in the somber darkness, I could make out the lean outline of a man. He came even closer to me and raised a hand, the other seemingly behind his back. He stopped before me and waited for me to take his hand. I still could not make out his face, but I stood up and dropped the soft sheet. I hesitated a mere second before lightly taking the man's ice-cold hand. A light peeked out from behind the man, shining light on me, and I could almost make out his face.
Before I sat up, gasping for breath in my bed. Oh crap. I had to stop having these dreams. I could never fully see his face, so I could only tell he had relatively long hair for a dude. In some dreams, I thought I saw a glint of emerald in the eyes. The morning light blinded the hell out of me through folds of my curtains. Shit.
If only life had a sense of humor and actually let me get a moment's peace in my dreams. I groaned and passed a hand through my medium length hair. I pulled back, startled. And now I have resulted in sweating in bed. Great. My morning was only going to get better, I thought sarcastically. It seemed as if the Good Sweet Gods decided to humor me. I looked at my clock. Five o'clock.
FUCK.
I had to be in my office at five thirty.
Twenty miraculous minutes later, I hopped on one foot, croissant shoved in my mouth, trying to slip on the other flat. I'll have to get a coffee at work, I thought and sped my way to S.H.I.E.L.D.
"YES!" I shouted and fist pumped when I practically tripped inside my office building. Employees stopped and stared. Cheeks flushing, I tiptoed quietly to my cubicle. I wasn't late. For once. My freaking awesome cubicle had glass walls and a totally new high-tech system for my computer that was upgraded... by me... last night. Mr. Yuros, my boss, was super adamant about me not having the system, but apparently, he talked to Fury, my boss's boss, and Fury let me upgrade it. Which then made me wonder. Has Mr. Yuros actually seen Fury? I mean, that guy's a legend. I'm sure he doesn't have time for weird people such as my boss. Or me.
"Hey baby." An extremely arrogant voice interrupted my mental nonsensical babbling. I jumped and swiveled sharply in my awesomely plush chair to glare at the person I wanted to see the least.
"Jake, quit it," I snapped for the eightieth time that week. And it was only Wednesday. I knew I should have never dated a co-worker. Sadly, the jerk's rippling ab muscles blocked my way of thinking straight when he basically claimed me as his.
"Oh, you know you want me. Sooner or later, you will realize it, baby. You'll want... thisss..." he lifted up his shirt a little, moving his hand up and down his abdominals, and backed away slowly, waggling his eyebrows. I stared after him.
"Miss Faye, get to work!" Mr. Yuros sauntered up to me and I swiveled back to my screen and turned my computer on, completely embarrassed.
He loomed over me as I logged in and pulled up my email.
"Anything wrong, sir?" I asked.
"THAT!" He shouted in my ear, giving me a heart attack, and pointed at my screen.
"Sir?" I squeaked.
"You need to translate these emails and send them to Fury! Then you need to train this girl on how you would go about translating encryptions and codes in different languages," he sneered and pointed a beefy finger at a small woman who was sitting in my guest chair. I never noticed her before. "After that, you can flirt all you want with your boyfriend," he sneered once more. I looked back at the girl, who was trembling a little and her eyes were popping out, clearly frightened of my boss. Mr. Yuros trampled to his office and I smiled at the woman.
"Jake's not... he's not really my boyfriend..." I laughed a little and trailed off, seeing the look on her face. Clearly, she was trying to make herself into the smallest piece of female ever known with feet on the chair and arms around her knees.
"My boss isn't bad."
My consolation did absolutely nothing.
"Hey, let's get some coffee," I offered. I sighed in relief when I saw the woman relax, nod vigorously, and stand up with me.
Well. This is going to be a long day.
Nine agonizing hours later, I dropped stone dead on my super comfy bed. That girl was really smart. I hoped she would take the job; I needed a friend in the boring dismal translating office. I was the best translator and encryption decoder person S.H.I.E.L.D. had to offer, but I got super lonely in there. Should I make egg rolls? Or should I buy frozen ones? Or maybe I could go for Chinese take-out. Either way, I'm having egg rolls. I rambled on in my head and kicked off my flats with me feet. I was feeling way too lazy to actually sit up and take them off like a civilized person. I didn't really have a chance.
Holy shit. My brain went into freeze mode when a cold invisible hand clamped on my mouth, a cold body pressed against mine, and a cold-ass voice roughly whispered in my ear, "Resist and I will snap your neck."
A man materialized, and I nearly fainted when I stared into fierce emerald eyes and a face semi-obscured by long black hair.
He was the man haunting my dreams.
But shithe had a sexy voice.