One Shot # 3
I stood outside Loki's chambers, and debated on whether or not I should go in. Well he did invite you. My subconscious said matter of factly. I bit my lip and shifted on my foot. I don't know if this is such a good idea. Things have been awkward between us ever since- I shook my head, refusing to let those memories surface. Pull it together woman. It was one kiss, and it meant absolutely nothing. I thought fiercely, my fists clenching at my sides.
But, it felt so... real. Genuine. I thought, letting the memory flood my mind. That look he had in his eyes.., and his lips, were so... soft. I thought, touching my mouth, remembering the feeling of his lips on mine.
"Nevermind that," I whispered sternly, yanking my fingers from my face. It was just a stupid mistake. Nothing more. I concluded, raising my hand and knocking on his door.
I got no reply. I looked down at my watch. "He told me twelve thirty. It's exactly twelve thirty." I said in irritation. "He was always one for punctuality." I grumbled, knocking on his door again, louder this time. When he didn't answer the door, I blew air out of my mouth, annoyed and angry. "You drag me here and don't even answer the door? I'll show you I'm not to be messed with, Loki Odinson." I threatened, grabbing the doorknob.
To my surprise, the door was already open. "What the- ," I whispered in confusion. "Loki, I swear on the nine realms, if this is another one of your tricks, I'll make sure to toy with your next medicine prescription." I said aloud, once I was in his room. I quietly shut the door behind me.
His room was slightly dark, with his curtains covering the windows. I knew the curtains weighed a considerable amount, so I flipped on the light switch instead. And gasped.
Loki's room looked like a tornado had ripped through it, leaving nothing unscathed. All of his items were scattered about the floor, and his bed had been flipped over. I swallowed, suddenly fearful. Did an intruder somehow get past Heimdall and make their way to Loki's room? I wondered, glancing about the destroyed chambers.
Suddenly a crash resonated from the bathroom. I jumped, and covered my mouth to stifle a scream. Is it an intruder? Or is it a wounded Loki? My mind raced at the possibilities. A string of Asgardian curses filled the air; belonging to a voice I recognized immediately.
"Loki." I sighed in relief, as I made my way to the bathroom door. Without thinking of what I might see, I grasped the door handle and shoved it open. "Loki, what happened to your room…?" I trailed off, the creature before my eyes, shocking me. "Loki?" I whispered tentatively, unsure if what I was seeing was an illusion.
His skin was a light blue, a dark contrast to his usually pale skin, and he had ridges and bumpy patterns decorating across the blue surface, giving it a strange texture. What struck me most were his eyes though. They were blood red.
Loki looked at me in horror at my intrusion. "What are you doing here?" He spat, his body hunched over the sink, gripping the sides. "You invited me." I said in a daze, still marveling at his transformed body. I took a step forward. "How-," I started, but Loki cut me off. "You should leave. Now." He said sharply, backing away from me. "But, why?" I asked, hurt by his quick dismissal.
"I don't want you to see me like this." He whispered, turning around. I blinked in surprise. Loki cares what I think of him? I thought, looking at his hunched over form. I need answers. I thought, boldly taking a step forward. I gently placed my hand on his arm and turned him around.
"Loki. Look at me." I commanded, upon seeing his eyes were tightly shut. When he didn't comply, I did something that done at any other time, he would have killed me. I slapped him. Hard. His eyes opened in a flash, shocked and angry.
"Listen to me Loki, and listen here good. I don't care how you look. My impression of you won't change because you have blue skin, and blue eyes. My impression of you wouldn't change if you turned into a horse named Daphidil. I will always admire you and respect you in any form you are in." I told him, looking deep in his eyes. "Now, I only have one question. How did you get like this?" I said in honest curiosity.
He was silent for a moment before, slowly sliding down to sit against the wall. I sat down next to him, and looked at him expectantly.
He took a deep breath, before speaking.
"I was born a Frost Giant, a race of ice creatures; both evil and deadly." He said, staring straight ahead. "During a battle with the Asgardians, I was separated from my family. Then Odin found me. He placed a magic cloak over me to shield my true nature from everyone else. To protect me." He scoffed, his eyes holding a deep pain. "For years I have tried to completely remove the Jotun heritage from my system, but it never works. Today, I thought I had it for sure, but my spell backfired." He turned his head to look at me. "That's why I look the way I do now. Usually the cloak will just kick back in, but it's not working." He said, emotions of all kinds revealing themselves through his voice.
Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, threatening to spill. "Oh, Loki." I murmured, throwing my arms around his neck, and embracing him tightly. "No matter what, I will always be there for you." I whispered. I bit my lip to stop the oncoming ears. He went stiff for a moment, before hugging me back, both of us tightly clinging to each other, as if the other one might disappear.
After we were done hugging, we pulled back to stare at each other. I gazed into his red eyes and realized they were beautiful, maybe even more than his green orbs. "You know, this color isn't so bad on you." I complemented, lightly tracing the contours of his face with my fingers.
He smirked, before a serious look came upon him. He gently took my hand off his face, and put it on my lap. He then grasped my face in both of his hands, and pulled me close. My eyes widened, as I realized what he was doing, but I didn't stop him. I needed it, as much as he did.
He closed the space, our lips connecting, like two missing puzzle pieces. We moved as one, two broken souls, with mending scars. Loki weaved one hand through my hair, while the other gripped my back, his nails digging into my back. I growled in pleasure and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing tightly against him.
We both came up for air, and looked at each other, flushed. I pressed my forehead to his, both of us breathing heavily. That's when I noticed it. His eyes. They were no longer red. I pulled back to look at him, and saw he was completely back to normal. "How is that possible?" I whispered picking up a pale hand. Loki looked down to see what I was talking about, and smiled. "Anything is possible, when there's magic. And that kiss, my dear, was definitely magic." He smirked, causing me to blush. He grasped my chin in his hand and looked at me, his eyes dark.
"Maybe with a bit more practice, I will completely be rid of my Jotun blood." He said, leaning in for another kiss.
I placed my finger to his lips, stopping him. "No way. I like the blue side of you." I said with a grin on my face. Loki rolled his eyes. "Fine. A kiss, just because I want too." With those words, he removed my finger and I was lost in a sea of green.