~Loki dances like a butterfly in the Mexican desert...that is all. He just needs a hug! Hug Loki!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Avengers. Though you all know that, I have to say it for legal reasons.
Jessie
My jaw dropped slightly in surprise and I took unsure steps forward. I knew that Loki was a Frost Giant, but to see him in the form was completely different than I ever thought it would be. His red eyes followed me as he grunted and moved into a sitting position, watching me carefully as he did so. My heart stuttered, not from the feelings I had for Loki, but the nervousness those red eyes caused. Stopping about two feet away, I looked down at Loki and fought for something to say.
"I missed you," I whispered, watching as he rose from the couch and stood, staggering slightly. Looking up, I noticed a hole in Tony's ceiling. That explains how Loki got in here. My eyes went back to Loki to see him looking down at me. The whites ridges and blue skin reminded me of ice, or an iceberg. Loki's eyes looked angry, betrayed, and hurt. I hated that look.
"I missed you, too," he assured me, not making a move to approach me.
"What's your punishment?" I asked, confused at to what to make of this occurrence. It was Loki, but not the Loki that I had come to know. Loki let out a dark chuckle before spreading his arms.
"You're looking at it!" he announced, his voice somewhere between an angry growl and a defeated whimper. In reaction, I moved forward a step and looked up into his red eyes. I was looking for Loki in those red orbs. Why was he so much harder to find now? Subconsciously, I reached up to touch his face. Hissing, Loki jerked away from my hand before it was close to touching him. Right, Frost Giant. "Until I have proven myself to Odin, I have been stripped of my powers and forced into my Jötunn form. Which means we cannot be together, Jessica. Why would you want to be with a monster, anyway?"
I gave the other three in the room quick glances, my way of telling them to go eat their breakfasts and leave Loki and me alone. Tony nodded before clapping his hands and rubbing them together, "Well, I came out here for food so I am going to leave you two to it. Bruce, Steve? Come on!"
When they exited, I turned on Loki and gave him a death glare, picking up a random decorative paperweight stone thing and chucking it at his head. Swiftly, Loki moved to dodge it. To my satisfaction, the object clipped the side of his head. Loki's eyes snapped back to me as I took a deep, semi calming breath. Then I stared straight back to meet his gaze head on. Holding up one hand, I let the black shadows form around it, caressing my palm in an almost loving way. Turning my hand palm up, I mentally commanded the tiny shadowy mass to reach for the ceiling before twisting and turning it into a model image of Loki made out of shadows. It took more energy than I expected to hold the image together.
"I thought we went over this, Loki," I spoke in a soft voice, barely loud enough for him to hear me. I walked up to him, stopping just a half of a foot away. "You are not a monster."
"How can you make such a claim after seeing me in this form?" Loki asked me, his voice seeming to loose it's hard edge. I wanted to reach out and touch his face. A thought came to me, and I hoped it worked.
"Loki," I began moving forward and feeling the shadows wrap around my right hand like a glove. With little hesitation, I reached up and pressed the 'gloved' hand against his sapphire face. Loki flinched slightly, and I stiffened, but the fiery shadows seemed to move faster at the feel of the ice-like skin. "You must hate the color of my eyes."
"Why would you think such a thing? I adore the sapphire gems of your eyes," Loki shook his head slightly, not pulling his face from my touch.
"Your natural skin is the same shade as my eyes, Loki," I pointed out with a small smile tugging on my lips. "And your eyes are like rubies against that beautiful face I love. The white designs-"
I paused to move my 'gloved' hand and trace one of white ridges on his face.
"-are like art against a deep blue backdrop." I bit my lip, and pulled my hand away. The dark shadows faded away and I looked deep into the ruby eyes. "I love you, no matter the shade."
"Come on, you two. We don't need any penguin/reindeer crossbreeds right now! Loki, Steve made you a huge waffle and if you don't get in here I will eat it myself," Tony called, catching our attention. My cheeks reddened slightly and I turned before walking away a few feet. Turning my head to face Loki, I had noticed that he had not moved. Loki's eyes watched me, a certain undefinable emotion lingering in them.
"Well, come on then. We don't want Tony getting fat, do we?" I smirked, ignoring Tony's objection as I turned on my heel and walked away, highly aware of Loki following me without a moment more of hesitation. Turning my back on the man that tried to take over my world, kidnapped me, and was known for lies and mischief was probably not something people would advise. But I was sure Loki would never stab me in the back. I was sure of that ever since the day we first talked over burgers. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to face Loki and winked. "I still think you just need a hug."
Short chapter, I apologize. Longer than the last one. :P
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