Misery – Maroon 5

Your salty skin and how
It mixes in with mine
The way it feels to be
Completely intertwined
It's not that I didn't care
It's that I didn't know
It's not what I didn't feel,

It's what I didn't show

Loki's hands hung at his sides, empty. For one moment, he'd been filled with her, her curves, her scent, her heat. Now he stood in the middle of the room alone. A Norse god in the middle of a library with a hard on and no relief in sight. Amazed at his ridiculous predicament, he could see that he'd handled the situation wrong.

He'd followed her after she left the mansion. He'd kept watch in the distance as she reported to SHIELD headquarters. He'd followed close behind as she joined her friends for festivities. She smiled, flirted and engaged in merrymaking. He didn't know why that upset him so. Did he really believe she didn't have much of a life outside the mansion doors?

And seeing her with Barton…a slow easy anger rose up in him. The heat started at his feet and traveled to his stomach, his chest and finally settled like a hot band around his head.

Her hand rested on the man's arm briefly. He must've have been quite amusing, because she threw her head back and laughed, her cheeks flushed and rosy. Her full lips had gleamed under the flickering lights of the bar.

But the worst was when she smiled at him. It was a dazzling, bewitching come hither smiled that told the man on the receiving end that he was everything she was looking for, everything she wanted. A smile that gave a man countless dreams of her and haunted his waking hours. Loki had never seen that smiled directed at him and something crazy exploded inside him.

Loki cursed and picked up the book he'd dropped, placing it back on the shelf. He was ready to go to bed. He stopped at her door, ready to knock but the light was off. He paused for a moment and listened for her breathing. He wondered what she was wearing to bed. Was she lying in bed dreaming of the other man? Or was she thinking about the way he touched her, wanting more as he did?

He walked to his own room. She'd rejected him, like so many others. He didn't know why he'd expected anything different from her, why he expected her to accept him when so many others did not. He shut his bedroom door and forced anymore thoughts of Alexandria from his mind.