Twenty Nine

The next few days were awkward. We avoided each other's gaze, I took to sleeping in an unfinished bedroom upstairs. I drank more and more, trying to drown my feelings. Loki had healed and no longer had a blue tint. He had his magic back. I knew because he conjured his armor from mid air. It looked brand new without the bullet holes or where I had to tear it from his limp body. Even with his magic, he didn't leave. He quietly took to tiptoeing around my perpetual drunken state. He even brought me food when I failed to leave my room.

About a week after last speaking to him I confronted him. I was clearly intoxicated and slurred my words heavily.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I slurred, swaying in the door way.

"I am Loki, prince of Asgard…" He started.

"Yeah, yeah I know. And you're burdened with glorious purpose."

"My only purpose is for you." He lowered his gaze. "I have failed everything else, I don't intend to fail you." He stood and crossed the room in a few easy steps. He hadn't been dressed in his usual armor, but instead jeans that mysteriously looked like mine, and a long sleeved green top. I swung the bottle I'd been holding at his head. He caught it and set it on a nearby table. He took my chin in his hand, gripping firmly. He smiled, his grin lighting up his face. The last time he held me like this, he threw me through a window. I closed my eyes awaiting to be thrown across the room.

Instead there was a gentle pressure on my lips. His lips on mine. I flashed my eyes open meeting his green eyes filled with lust. He took my face in both hands.

"So beautiful…" He murmured. He kissed me again, this time I gave in. I grabbed his waist pulling him into me. It was now I realized he was about four inches taller than me and I needed to stand on tiptoe to reach his lips. Loki's hands snaked around my back holding me against him. I kissed along his jaw and exposed throat. My fingertips worked under his shirt feeling his cool skin. He guided me backwards towards the love seat that he had just vacated. I lifted his shirt over his head and pushed him down on the love seat. I lifted my own shirt off and threw it across the room. I straddled his lap feeling his hard and needy member tight against his jeans. I rocked my hips into him. Loki groaned and kissed down my chest, fingers running along the metal ring of the Arc Reactor. He touched his tongue to the sensitive skin. I gasped a, throwing myself off him to the floor.

"No, no! This can't happen!" I backed away from him.

"Tony, what's wrong? Loki said as he lowered himself to the floor.

"You're not her. You're not Lana!" I shouted at him.

"What does it matter if I am male or female?" He shouted in return.

"It doesn't matter! You're just not the sweet Lana I fell in love with!"

"I am her!"

"No, you're a mass murderer, not sweet innocent Lana." I sat up trying to make myself taller. We sat in silence for a moment. He placed a hand on my knee. I brushed it off. "Leave." I said.

"Tony…" he tried

"You have your magic back, leave!"

His green eyes met my brown ones in almost a plead before disappearing into a wisp of black smoke. I collapsed on the floor crying.