Hello my lovelies, I'm so glad you're enjoying this. So this chapter is focusing more on Loki and Leera's relationship, so not much action, just a kind of starting point for better things to come. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. Please R&R, any feedback really does encourage me to write more
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A/N: There may be a romance on the way, or a sudden change in Loki's situation. As I write to please my fans, I would like to give you the opportunity to choose either for the next chapter!
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It seemed rather ironic really, that Loki's only genuine friend would be form the race he had no long tried to overrun and kill. Loki found himself, at times, laughing at his situation, at why he seemed attached to her. Probably, he thought, because she reminded him of her; her dark hair and white complexion, her challenging attitude; the fact that she was not afraid to challenge him. The arguments and fights that they went through, he would have expected her to cast him out of her home, but instead, all she ever did was retaliate, then seconds later, forgive him. How very strange he thought. It was three days since Loki had wished to leave, and during that time, his wounds did not seem to want to heal as fast as they normally did. He had shared many meals; strange meals, nothing he had back in Asgard. She had entertained him with things such as 'movies' and 'TV programmes' all of which he found intriguing but at the same time rather ridiculous. Leera had provided him with several sets of clothes, all of which we was beginning to get used to. Was he really enjoying his stay there? Every time he thought about how he was enjoying himself, he quickly reminded himself that he killed all those people, nearly his brother, that he hated his father, and all the time, he still felt no remorse, no guilt. The only time he did experience it was when he physically hurt Leera; it made him sick to the bone. But thinking about all those innocent people and agent Coulson, it had no effect on him what so ever. Maybe he was the monster everyone told him he was. Maybe that's what Odin wanted of him before he came home; to repent of his wrong doings, but at this moment, he felt no twist of emotions inside that would lead him to such an emotional response.
"Loki? Are you there?" Leera said, shaking his arm. Loki was sat in the couch chair, arms crossed, staring into the fire. Feeling Leera's hand, he turned to face her.
"Yes, sorry, I was in deep thought. What did you want?" Leera smiled and sat opposite him, pulling her knees up to her chest, hugging them closely.
"Nothing, I just don't like silence, and talking to myself isn't much fun" Loki grinned and replied
"Sometimes, talking to yourself is the only way one can get a decent conversation."
"Is that why you speak a lot aloud, or are you just mentally unstable, I mean, you have to be, trying to overrun New York, with just a golden stick and some funky aliens" Leera snorted and Loki's eyes flashed with anger, standing to his feet in a huff.
"I will have you know woman, than my plan would have been successful, if it was not for some meddling beings. My plan was rather an intelligent one, one almost destined to work!" Loki said, priding his intelligence with simple hand gestures.
"Yes, I'm sure it was" Leera rolled her eyes and rose also, walking towards the stairs.
"You think me deluded?" Loki inquired, staring into her eyes, coldly.
"In some aspects, yes…" Leera smiled and began walking up the stairs "…In other aspects, I just think you're misunderstood" Loki grinned and watched her disappear upstairs.
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Leera turned in her bed, pulling the covers over her torso. It was a cold night, the coldest it has been in days. As she lie in bed, attempting to drift off to sleep, there seemed to always be one thing stopping her from resting her mind, and that one thing was downstairs, sitting in front of the fire place. . . Loki. He had changed in the past few days, it was so obvious. When she first met him, he was violent, rude, had a complete and utter disregard for people's emotions. Now, he still lacked conviction, and obtained a short fuse and was still rude and slightly cold, but there was also a hint of warmth breaking through his hard shell. His smiles, now, were genuine. He now had interest in the things Leera would say. He no longer flinched or retaliated when Leera would touch him. Even the words please and thank you entertained his vocabulary every so often.
Leera sighed, moving yet again, unable to sleep. Finally having enough, Leera got up from her bed, wrapped her dressing gown around her; her night dress slightly too short. Wrapping herself tightly up in her arms, she opened the door and made her way quietly down the stairs. Loki was wrapped up in a small blanket in a pile on the floor, next to the fire, his breathing slow. He was sleeping. Smiling to herself, she walked to the kitchen, made herself a warm cup of hot chocolate and sat down on the couch, looking down at Loki on the floor. Loki smiled in his sleep and curled up like a baby, sighing peacefully in contentment.
Leera finished her drink and thought that if she was to leave him on the floor like that, he would wake up with a back crook in the neck and an aching back. Placing her mug on the mantel piece, Leera kneeled down on the floor, and placed a hand on his brow, stroking his head softly. "Loki, wake up" Loki moaned in disagreement and buried his face further into his blanket. Leera giggled and stroked his brow a second time. "Loki, I said get up" The emerald god woke up, staring tiredly into the eyes of the dark haired woman, whose face was so close to his.
"Nghmmnsns" Loki replied, intending to say 'no, I don't want to'.
"If you sleep like that, you'll be sore in the morning" Leera stated. Loki grumbled and sat up, clutching the blanket.
"You know, right now, people would think it a joke that you are the 'Almighty Loki' if they took a look at you now." Loki sat, holding the blanket like a child with a stuffed bear, his hair sticking out everywhere.
"Right now, my dear woman, I couldn't care less. You woke me from my slumber. If you were a servant, I could have you flogged" Loki grumbled, stumbling to his feet.
"But I'm not a servant so you should listen to me, and get going up the stairs, your making my living room look untidy" Loki glared at Leera and began walking up the stairs, Leera following just behind. Loki entered his room and flopped, un-godlike onto the bed and sighed. Leera stood in the doorframe and smiled thoughtfully. "Does thy prince require thy lady to tuck thee into thy bed?" Leera mocked, using her hands to gesture towards the duvet. Loki led on his front, pulling the duvet over himself and waved a hand at her to shoo her away. "As you wish, goodnight Loki" Leera left the grumbling man, and ventured to her own rom, suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness.
Meanwhile in the next room, Loki smiled into his pillow…