Punishable by ... PRE-SCHOOLERS?
A Loki Fan fiction
Disclaimer: I do not own the Marvel's Avengers, I just merely created Sunnyside Pre-school Academy, the children, the staff, and all that have to do with Annabell and George Marson and Rose Marson.
A LokiXOC Humor/Drama/Romance/Hysterical/adventure fan fiction
Chapter 21:
It had been the first time that Loki and Annabell felt alone since the hellicarrier. With Rose and her power over her people, the entire SHIELD task force rushed across the land to aid in finding the man they hunted. However, the moon gleamed across the sky and brought most of the mortals to bed. Annabell stood at the old house, hand hung from the door handle as she shut it behind her. Loki cocked a brow at her as he leaned against a sofa with his right hip, arms crossed his chest.
"So what do you plan we do to slaughter Richard?" Loki questioned.
"What makes you think I have a plan?" Annabell chuckled, a light smile graced her lips as she turned to face Loki. "Reason tells me, that you may be storming up your own. As long as I have you, why should I ever have to come up with my own plans?" She added, her back pressed up against the door. The chill of the wood felt good, plus the solidness was a reality check. This was truly her new real world, not a dream that she had at the preschool. The only thing that brought joy to her, was she was allowed to keep Loki.
"Oh, I will not have this! I am not your plan creator for your villain!" Loki pursed his lips. "What do I look like to you? An evil bottle of endless plans to ruin others' lives and possibly kill some?"
"Do you even have to ask that question with your reputation?" Annabell snorted as Loki's face fell into a glower towards Annabell.
"I admit in the past I have come up with some-"
"Some?" Annabell cocked her brow back at him as he huffed. Within moments, the brunette broke into laughter as Loki scowled and refused to look at her. Back against the door, she slid to the floor, laughter filled her belly. It felt good to laugh again, it felt like heaven. Head back against the door, the laughter continued as Loki's scowl deepened.
"Annabell!" he warned.
"What are you going to do? Hit me with an illusion?" She burst into mad laughter.
"I still own my staff-" The laughter doubled, but this time, Loki too broke into a small grin as Annabell fully hit the floor, curled up in laughter.
"Albeit, I give you that one as a bad choice of words on my part." Loki snickered as Annabell gasped for air.
"Bad word choice? No, that was the perfect word choice. I do, oddly, remember you bragging about your Staff and it's magically powers, back when this used to be a preschool." Annabell spoke from the floor. Loki knelt down beside her, hands on his knees as Annabell looked up to the ceiling and sighed lightly. "As horrible as this sounds, I half hoped this was a dream…" Annabell trailed off as she looked to Loki. He eyed her then the wooden home around them. He remembered the preschool, the horrible demon children, and the stories and elaborate backgrounds everyone had.
"You miss the children?" He asked, "Because I do not." He grinned as Annabell snorted again and shook her head. The grin on her face melted the ice she felt below her flesh, it warmed her body. For the last 3 days, it felt like she didn't smile the way she had next to him.
"I enjoy taking care of children, but that's not why." She turned her head and looked Loki in the eyes. "I missed the easiness, the clarity I had of my life… you…" Her voice dropped off as her throat began to dry.
"I've told you, I'm not leaving your side as much as you are to never leave mine. You're stuck with me and my mischief, as much as it makes you squirm." He chuckled as Annabell groaned and covered her face.
"Don't remind me, god of mischief…" She grumbled. She left her cooled fingers against her face for a moment, before long fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her hand from her face.
"I will never utter these words again, but Annabell… I don't understand what you meant, by missing me." Loki questioned. His face close to hers as she looked right into his eyes, his deep green eyes seemed to devour her brain. Tears threatened to spill as she saw herself in his eyes and that scared her because she knew what it meant to her. It wasn't just a reflection to her, he was her mirror. He was the one person she wanted to complete her, and fear gripped her belly as she stared at him. He was known for violence and for his harsh tongue, for his lies and mischief, but she also saw him for more. For his wit, for his intelligence and for his heart that was broken and betrayed and wanting someone to have, his heart wanted what she wanted. Someone to trust, someone to call their own.
"Remember, when I spent the entire night in your room, and we laughed and talked and I had to hide under the bed to keep George from seeing me?" She whimpered.
"Yes." He answered shortly.
"I want more of that, I want to forget of Richard, forget of thrones and of witchcraft and merely… laugh with someone like you because they're witty and interesting and frustrating. I miss just…I miss it just being me and you." She nearly choked on the large lump in her throat as the words danced at the back of the throat.
He was the other half of her that she never saw coming and fear of his rejecting her feelings kept the truth at bay.
"I admit it was entertaining just you and me," He grinned, his face so close to hers. Annabell's eyes couldn't hold his for long, and they closed. However, her lips moved without her command. She pressed her lips up against his for only a moment before they pulled back and she looked to the ceiling. The heat exploded in her stomach as the reality of what she had done struck her.
Loki said nothing, his eyes just devoured her. His lips felt smooth, like rocks at the bottom of a warm pool as he looked to her.
Temptation was not a part of his plan, he never thought he'd want to kiss her, he never expected the temptation of having her against him. Annabell had been a plan ever since his brother whispered to him in the house that he liked Annabell with Loki. The words good influence was used, but to Loki that was a way to escape from Thor's grasp. If Thor thought he was a better person, he could take his chance. He could leave Asgard and come back with a better army, a better plan for Thor, for Odin. Plus, now with her new found power, Loki knew that Annabell could benefit him. She might even surpass his magic, she definitely could defeat Thor if it came down to it.
But he did not expect to like Annabell with him.
He didn't want to want her.
It was horrendous; the feeling in the pit of his stomach as he looked at the other being that seemed to match him. The only other person to make him feel whole, the only person to challenge him and humor him, and keep him wanting more.
So he let his lips open and the foolish words escape.
"If I tell you how I figured out how to destroy your villain, could I kiss you again?"
Annabell turned her head, mouth agape and unable to speak but she smiled and nodded. Loki grasped her face and with more force that he intended, he crashed his lips on hers. He nibbled her bottom lip and savored the flavor of her mouth, the feel of her lips against his. Temptation grew into need, into a sickening want in the pit of his chest that he long ago thought didn't exist, as he pulled her closer, her body flesh against his, air harder to grasp for.
Loki was not a virgin to kissing, and Loki was nowhere near new to the world of lust and wanting of a person, but Annabell blew any other lover away. Her lips were like electricity and with every moment his mind actually halted.
Annabell pulled back with a gasp, her hands gripped to his shoulders unable to let go of his clothing. His eyes took her in, as if he couldn't take her in enough and her panting didn't help. Nothing compared to his kiss, it was the magic that stirred in her that aided to the want to keep kissing him.
"If I promise to never complain of your mischief… can I keep kissing you?" She whispered, breathless and raspy.
"Annabell, I am the god of lies and I know a lie when I see one." He retorted, but his pointer finger pulled her chin closer, "But I will take it." And he ravaged her mouth again.