Chapter three whee! Anyone that finds my Pirates OTC reference gets an imaginary lollipop!
Oh good Lord where am I, is my first thought. I look up to find Loki, at my bed side, he is sitting in a chair, elbows on knees, and palms on his face. He is staring at the floor; l can tell he is worried.
He looks up. "Agent Romanov" he says quietly, but he says it as if referring to me, almost acknowledging me. He stands up and walks over to my bedside, l try to get up but l just happen to be in restraints.
He sits on his ankles, bending down. One hand hugging his knees and the other reaching out and stroking my face. He cut his hair since last time l saw him, and he looks less evil, more pained. His hair still touches his shoulders, but just barely.
"Stop stroking me, l'm not a pet" l say shaking my head away from his cold fingers.
"Forgive me, but you are so beautiful" he stares at me "surely you are one of Odin's own creations, such beauty and yet deadly" he ends sorrowfully
"No, you are different" l say, hoping he believes me "you saved me, l owe you"
He looks at me, only half believingly.
"How do l know you are telling the truth, that this is not simply another act, a believable performance" he says.
"It's not" I say.
"And you want me to believe that" he asks
"Yes" I answer.
"Then, l shall cooperate, Agent Romanov" he says. He starts to look at me a little nervously, and then he takes the chains off of my wrists. So l sit up so he can talk to me properly, and he sits on the bed next to me.
"I was wondering um, if you would join me for dinner this evening, atop the palace on the terrace" he asks. l look up at him, half smiling as the intense orange glow illuminates his face.
"Yes, of course Loki" I shouldn't be doing this, and I know it. I must get back to New York as soon as possible, or else I will be in trouble. "Actually, um no, I need to get back, uh Captain's probably worried sick about me." He fills his eyes will rage, and envy why envy? "I kind of left him hanging back there, and he's a good man it would be rude to leave him all alone back there"
I stand to leave the room, and find my way out of here, wherever here is. But he grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"And what of me" he asks "would it not be rude to leave me here alone"?
I get mad, and let myself show it, no mercy towards him anymore.
"Last time I heard, you're not a man, you're an icy psychopathic killer" I reply very harshly.
As I walk out of the room, still in my cat suit, I see him break, walk half across the room and collapse on his knees, pathetic, and bawling like a weak and ignorant child.
But then again, he is one. As I walk out of the room, I see a Frost Giant to my left.
"You'd better run home little princess" he swings at my head with his fist. My first thought is, damn.