Loki Odinson
I was walking along the hallway. Thor and I had been outside the entire day actually. We had been checking Asgard, from the other edge to another. We had talked about a lot of things that I normally didn't talk about. Asgard, Jotunheim, Midgard, Thrones, family, warriors, Jane Foster…
Kathryn Stark. A woman who made me feel inexperienced feelings in me. Something I had never felt, in my entire life. 1,054 years is quite a long time.
I heard her thoughts right now.
She felt like James Bond, and I had no idea of who he was. Steps echoed in the hall. Where she was going? She was sick! She wasn't supposed to go anywhere.
She was trying to sneak out under my eyes. I took a crip from her wrist and pulled her close to me, into another aisle. I put my left hand on her mouth so she wasn't able to shout. She looked like she was dying to fear. But when she recognized who I was, her eyes became soft. So did my knees…
''Where the inferno you think you are going?'' I asked furiously, ''With that back and fever.'' She looked at me for a moment. Her green eyes changed emotions in one second. Now she was mad. She hit my hand and I took it away, ''My deepest apologies, my prince, but it does not belong to you.'' The hell it did! I was not his, and she was not mine, but she was in my responsible, ''You tell me that your doings do not belong to me?!''
She answered just with a whisper, ''Indeed, you squalling tyke.''
She had crossed a line. I had never been brutal to her, but now I wanted to be. She lighted a fire inside of me. Made me wanna kill her.
I had been doing a lot of work to build some respect and trust between us. I had shown it to her, but she hadn't shown it back. One-sided trust in this relationship. If she had no one to trust, she would be afraid. And fear would make things, like practicing magic, more dangerous than it already was.
Maybe from one action, she'd realize what she had done. Or she'd be scared of me.
I placed my fingers on her long neck. My hand was like created for it. I felt her pulse. She was scared for a moment, but then her heart rate became steady.
My rage was just getting worse. And I saw it; she was fighting back. She had placed her both hands against my arm. I was choking her; I smirked.
''What did you call me, mortal?''
She smiled as I did, ''I called you squalling tyke, my prince.''
She was playing with me, so I played back- unfairly.
''Maybe you shouldn't have called me like that.''
I lifted her up, just from her neck. I knew how it felt- freaking Thanos. She looked me in the eye and said, ''I am not afraid of you.''
My crip just got more violent. She was not able to breathe anymore. I wanted her to fear me. That was a thing everyone did, so must her too. I was not a cool company to anyone. Where ever I was, there must be violence, chaos, and death too. I pushed her against the cold wall and pressed myself against her too. She did look like she was in pain. Good. That was what I wanted. Her eyes were closed now- she was going to faint.
What the hell was I doing?! She- dear God. I had just-
I couldn't stop this play now. My crip lightened a bit, just to let her breathe some more. I slowly put my lips next to her ear. I felt her hair against my face as I spoke, ''You should be afraid, you know? Do not forget who you are messing around with.''
I let go of her. She fell to her knees. She was trying to take some deep breaths as I took a step back. I just looked at her.
''I am- I am not afraid of you.'' I heard her say.
I was shocked. She must be insane! I was just, a second ago, choking her almost to her death!
''Your back is bleeding,'' I said as I came back to the moment. Had I done that? What a monster I was. Always hurting people, because that was the only way to make people realize what I really was. She didn't care. She didn't mind. She was not a normal person.
She had never been.
I took the full responsibility for this and I was going to fix what I had broke. I teleported to her room. She was standing in front of the mirror, me behind her. With one snap I took her cloak off her. I had to check her wound.
''May I?'' She didn't answer. She wouldn't open her mouth. She was that confused.
I took a risk and lift her tunic. God, I had done bad work. Some of the stitches were opened. Her blood had been smooched her back, tunic, my hands now. Her blood was in my hands…
I had to be a good person again. I needed to fix this thing.
I put my right hand on her wound. She sniffled of pain I caused- of course, she did. My touch wasn't pleasant this time. I took deep breaths and concentrated on fixing this. I felt my powers on my hands, sucking the pain from her body. Healing every cell on her frame…
But it always took some charge. It made me feel the pain she had. Nothing ever comes without cost.
''Loki?'' She asked with a worried voice. I shouldn't look at her- I will stop if I do it. Her eyes must have the same worry I had a minute ago. She was worried about me, I heard it.
Someone really worried about me. She tried to take a step forward, but I stopped her.
I needed to fix this.
''Stop!'' She yelled this time. I smiled in my mind- she was worried.
Her thoughts were confused. Full of worry. A bit of humor in there; the position was horny, If not anything else… I wanted to laugh, but I should not…
I opened my eyes. She looked worried, that I was sure.
I stepped away from her. Waiting for thanks.
But what I got was a worried question, ''Why on Earth did you do that?!'' I was surprised, a bit amused, ''Thank you would be kind.''
''You just hurt yourself like crap. I saw it!'' She was right. I had hurt myself, but I took the pain like a man.
I just started at her- she stared back. I was almost able to drown in those green eyes. But her movements distracted my staring. She touched her back.
I was leaving already. I didn't need to explain myself to her.
As I crapped a door handle, I heard her voice, ''Thank you. Why wouldn't you have done this earlier if you were able to?''
I stopped, looking at the door handle, ''You hadn't shown me your trust before, but now I have seen it, Kathryn.'' I turned to look at her. She was not in fear anymore. She did not fear me. She was insane for sure, but now I was relieved about her power and its controlling, ''Fear is always blocking the trust. Remember it.''
I took another step away from her. If I hadn't done it, I would have stayed there. Just spending some time with her.
I walked out the door. I was not worthy of her company.
I gave a permission to me read her mind before going to my room.
He made me feel happy, cared. Even when he choked me five minutes ago. I laughed at that. His hunger of flesh was existing indeed. I hoped he read my mind. That God of perversion... I laughed. A God of perversion indeed.