He saw her. He saw what he wanted. He thought for just one moment. With one or two other ... now he'd have to pay the price. And it was certainly a price he would gladly pay, if more than once, he would.
~ Intro ~
"God damn it! Why can't I keep my eyes off her? Where did she come from?"
Loki stood watching her, once more, from his vantage point. The foreman of the factory, up above all of them, looking over the whole building. She should have been one of many. In some way she was, one of his many wanted conquests. But she stood out from the whole collection of his conquests. Not that he'd had her, yet. Not that he'd been informed of when she started, where she came from, who she was, whose she was? Too many questions that gave him a headache.
Mostly the questions didn't really matter, she would be his, eventually. It was one time where she took her hair out of the regulation band. Beautiful chestnut, feathery flowing down to just past her shoulders. A soft straight fringe, covering her eyebrows. Even from his distance, her every feature was prominent to him. As her colleagues giggled and played around her, one putting a hand-sized blue flower above her left ear, another attached three peacock wisps, she stood transfixed waiting for them to finish their fun.
She giggled in a shy way, slight embarrassment but not stopping them. As they finished dressing her up they twirled her around. Clapping hands and cheering her bringing the softest of blinking eye lashes. Her little button nose sneezing into her cuff. They encouraged her and she twirled once more. A smidge dizzy she wobbled and grabbed hold of the nearest item.
She grabbed a hold of the young man nearby. He held her steady, as she looked up to the young man Loki saw her eyes sparkle with desire. At her young age, that wasn't permitted, Loki's anger started to rise as jealousy took over his being. That young man wouldn't be leaving the building, tonight. Well, he'd be leaving, but not alive.
Loki put down his notebook and sat, watching the scene continue. Watching as all outsiders do, not invited. One of her co-workers splayed her hair more, she giggled and spoke quietly. She took back her hair tie, removed the adornments and returned her style to the boring pony tale. As they returned to their work stations she grabbed the arm of the young man. Loki could feel her touch, on the young man. He could feel the hold on those biceps, the whispers in his ear and her pressure as she leaned against him, tripping on nothing but falling against the young man.
A certain heat, warmth came over his being, travelling south. Loki thumped his fist on the bench, so loud that the floor of people jumped and looked his way. And she looked at him too, and their eyes met. And now she knew, she must know….
Author Notes, from a cute little author: This is an AU Loki story, that I'm writing for someone. So expect the unexpected. 22nd Dec 2013. I don't own Loki, I don't know who does.
