Chapter 11: Longing and Betrayal
Hey guys! Thanks for sticking with me through my first Fan Fiction! I did not think so many people would enjoy it. Although I am not done I think I will be taking a short break from writing ( Don't worry I'm coming back) , school will be starting and honestly I'm not sure what to do next. Hope you still will keep reading even if I take a month(ish) off.
-Laura (lodisfiction)
She stood still, encased in a silent shock. His lips were warm and enticing, and part of her didn't want to break free, didn't want to end this moment. She broke away, but softly, lowering her lips downwards, away from his. Loki's face portrayed a feeling she had never seen on him before, almost a look of longing.
"What are you doing here Loki?" She questioned trying to forget the moment passed between them. Loki's face hardened and glanced down at her, his eyes locked on hers.
"Well… my 'army' if you can even call it that anymore decided they didn't need me anymore." He snarled angrily. Natasha smirked .
"So, taking over the world isn't in your future anytime soon? Not when you can't control your own army." A hand came out striking her cheek leaving a sensitive, large red mark. His eyes were narrowed and his cheeks flushed. Anger boiled up inside Natasha, her cheek stinging as a cool breeze flew by it. As the mark left by Loki cooled down to her normal pasty white skin she stepped back from Loki. She could have lashed back at him but something held her back. "Why did you want me here Loki." She questioned defusing some of the tension lingering in the air.
"You have nowhere else better to be. You were abandoned by your team; I figured we were in the same situation." He answered, starting to pace nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" She said, growing quieter with each word, realizing now she had not seen any of her fellow Avengers in quite a while. She looked out one of the still intact windows at New York. Some buildings toppled into one another, as if leaning for support, a cool air, gradually growing colder, breeze blew through the once bustling city, now barren. Giant bluish people stumbled around an evil grimace perfectly stitched onto their faces. Each step causing the pavement to sigh and droop a little, compensating for the immense weight. She sighed and looked a Loki, "well know that you got us into this, what the hell are you planning to do?" He laughed and rolled his head to look at her.
"Don't act like you didn't help to create this moment," He purred, slowly stalking back towards her, "I felt the hesitation in leaving me." She looked at him, slightly confused and realized he was still talking about that kiss, the connection in between them. Natasha looked down at the floor, a feeling of guilt washing over her. Clint's face popped up in her mind, she felt like she had betrayed him, all Loki had done to him, and now she had feelings towards him. Natasha couldn't explain these 'feelings', if they sympathetic or something else entirely. Loki was a few inches away and she wouldn't let him get close again. She turned and walked away to the gaping hole in the wall. She sat on the bricks and stared at the deserted city. Loki stared at her as a feeling of unreachable want overwhelmed him.
"How am I feeling this way towards a stupid mortal?" He whispered, confused, angry, and hurt. Natasha's red hair whipped her like fire, the same fire he gets burned by whenever he gets too close. He felt weaker than he ever had before. He turned away and stared at the at the wall, lost in thought. Moments later he turned to walk to Natasha, but she had disappeared. "No!" He yelled and grabbed his staff from the wall. It had been cracked and does not work as well. He ran to where she had been sitting and saw her climbing down the wall. He jumped, falling past her, but grabbing her leg so she would be pulled down with him. She yelled and punched as she the building flew by her. Loki's arms were wrapped around her, his back to the ground so she would not be injured during the impact.
They crashed into the ground, the sound heard from many blocks away. Natasha crawled away from Loki, a single tear dripped down her cheek.
"Why…?" She whispered, it was like all the defensive she put up around her failed. She crumpled into a wall, trying to blend into a wall, not wanting to be seen like this, frail and weak. Loki walked to her and knelt to the ground.
"Because." Was all he said. Loki leaned into her, to kiss her once again, when out of nowhere an arrow was shot into the wall in between them.
On the other side of the street stood Clint Barton, his hand resting on his bow, anger fueling his aim.