A/N: Hiya, Fanfamily! So this is a random little story that I whipped up. It's kind of random, but that's okay! I hope you like it, because I really like it. And if you do, feel free to leave a review telling me what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, or Loki. I do, however, own Ellen Marie Montegomery. She is a character that I created a few years ago, and she is very dear to my heart, so please do not steal her for your own stories (although I doubt any of you would do that).
Curiosity
Ellen Marie Montegomery was a curiosity, in Loki's opinion.
Instead of glaring at him when he made mistakes, like the rest of the Avengers did, she smiled softly at him and let him apologize, accepting that he wasn't perfect.
Instead of getting easily frustrated with him, like the others, she would listen to him and his ideas.
She rarely got angry, but when she did, she got angry to the point it frightened even Loki.
She had powers similar to Wanda's, but her color was green, not red.
She was caring, almost too caring, and very trusting and loyal. And she was bloody beautiful.
She had a strange fascination with reading, writing, wolves, and British culture, which everyone- including himself- found adorable.
She was tall, slender, and curvy, yet also muscular, and she preferred the company of men rather than women. She even told him once, "I rather enjoy being one of the guys."
She didn't enjoy the things most women enjoyed- she liked getting her hands dirty, she enjoyed a good run in the mornings, and she didn't mind going without makeup for a long period of time.
She liked the rain, almost as much as she liked dancing in it.
She hated seeing people- especially people she cared for- get hurt. If she saw a stranger on the street that needed help, she would help them, no questions asked. She would wave hello at people she didn't even know, just to make them smile.
She had long, light conversations with people she'd just met.
And once, he's caught her looking out her window staring at the stars with a dreamy smile in her lips as she whispered a wish that he would never forget- "I wish for Loki to finally be happy."
Loki was a curious person by nature. And he found himself inexplicably drawn to Ellen Marie Montegomery.
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Loki walked down the hallway of the Avenger's compound quietly, his black jeans, green shirt, and black hair making him almost invisible in the nighttime darkness. His unforgettable emerald eyes were staring down at his feet as he walked, his mind spinning.
He was thinking about her, Ellen, and he couldn't seem to stop. He couldn't describe what he was feeling for the young woman, but he knew it was strong.
He shook his head and continued walking, then suddenly stopped when a noise coming from outside reached his ears.
It was humming. The tune was soft and sweet, and Loki turned in a circle trying to find the source.
When he found it, his heart gave a lurch.
Ellen.
She was standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing, a pen in her hand as she wrote in a notebook.
What was she doing? It was well past midnight, yet she seemed wide awake, her long, feathery chestnut locks falling lightly to her shoulders.
"Ellen?"
The girl didn't startle, nor did she turn around. She kept on writing, and the only acknowledgment she gave that she had heard him was a quiet "hey," and she returned to humming.
Loki, very intrigued by what she was doing, walked forward and leaned against the railing next to her. He studied her face, the way she bit her lip while she was concentrating, the way her chocolate eyes- they were actually more of a rosewood color- twinkled, the light freckles on her nose, her long, thick eyelashes… he studied it all, including the tight, army-green dress she was wearing. It fell to just above her knees, and it was low cut, accentuating her curves- it fit her perfectly. Just the fact that is was green made his heart beat a little faster.
"What are you writing?" He finally asked softly, and she put her pen behind her ear and smiled at him.
His heart fluttered again. Stop it, he told it.
"Just a little story to let my feelings loose," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
That was another thing he loved about her- she was never afraid to cause mischief, or pull a prank- especially on him, Clint, Tony, or the Spiderling.
Her eyes met his, and he gave her a small smile.
"Good feelings," he questioned, "or bad?"
She shrugged.
"I don't really know yet," she answered. She pushed the small green notebook towards him. "Read it if you'd like," she offered. "You can tell me what you think."
He hesitated. She rarely let anyone read her stories.
As if she read his mind, she smiled again and nudged him with her hip.
"Go on," she told him. "Read it. I don't mind."
He nodded once in acceptance, then carefully lifted the notebook- filled with stories and poems and letters and songs- into his slender hands. He looked down at the page, at her neat, curving cursive writing.
She didn't really know what to feel. The young man captivated her, that much was obvious. But to what extent? She thought about him every night, and sometimes during the day. She found herself wanting to spend every free moment she had in his presence, just listening to his cool, melodic voice. A shiver ran down her spine every time his long, gentle fingers brushed her arm or her hand. He was kind to her, but did that mean he felt the way that she did?
She watched him often, and she noticed that he was almost always thinking about something. A who, a what- she didn't know. But his eyes- his shocking, unforgettable, could-get-lost-in-them-forever green eyes- always had a twinkle in them, whenever he was thinking.
He always wore black and green, just like she did, and he was always polite, whether he was holding the door for someone or just being kind. She loved the way he bantered with his friends, the way his gaze would turn soft when he looked at her.
She noticed that he was quiet, and kept to himself whenever he was tired or was having a bad day. If it was a particularly bad one, there was an ever-present scowl on his face. She tried her hardest to make him smile on those days. Sometimes, it worked, and that made her happier than anything else.
His friends were sometimes rude, and not very accepting, because he had made mistakes. She noticed this bothered him more than anything, their inability to accept him, and she tried every day to make sure he knew that she accepted him, that she cared for him, and that she knew he was trying.
As she thought about it more, she realized she wasn't just captivated by him.
She was falling in love with him.
Loki looked up at her, his lips parted in awe. She had written this? It was…
"That bad, huh?" She looked disappointed when she said it.
"No," he said immediately. "No, Ellen, this… this is beautiful. I had no idea you could write like this."
She shrugged.
"It's always been a hobby of mine," she explained. "It helps when I want to get my feelings out- that way I don't annoy anyone by venting out loud".
He paused for a moment, thinking.
"Have you ever tried yelling?" He asked suddenly, and she smirked.
"Sure," she said, "when I'm alone. I scream-sing, too."
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich and happy.
"I can't say that I've ever done that," he laughed.
"You should try it sometime," she whispered.
They shared a comfortable silence for a few moments, when he asked,
"Do you sing often?"
She hummed thoughtfully, a far-away look coming into her eyes.
"I guess," she said. "I mainly just sing when I'm alone. I took voice lessons when I was a teenager, but I haven't sang in front of anyone in a while."
He leaned a little closer, and he could smell her perfume and her shampoo. She smelled good, like fresh rain and the forest.
"Perhaps you could sing for me sometime?" He asked, looking into her eyes hopefully.
He tried not to look at her lips, but he failed. He quickly brought his eyes back up to hers, attempting to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks.
She was quiet for a moment, her eyes filled with an unknown emotion, and she suddenly leaned forward.
Slowly, he reached a hand up to caress her cheek, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin. He paused, unsure, and she smiled slightly before closing the gap and pressing her lips to his.
He reacted immediately, digging his hand into her hair and pressing his other hand against her back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he pulled her closer. Feeling brave, he dragged his tongue across her bottom lip, making her whimper. She parted her lips, allowing him access, and he spent the next few minutes memorizing the feel of her lips and her taste.
When they had to part for air, he placed one last, chaste kiss to her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. She was breathing hard, and her chest was heaving, her lips red and slightly swollen.
"Perhaps," she breathed, answering his earlier question. "Sometime."
Her lips brushed against his one last time, and she pulled away, walking back inside. She threw him a smirk and a wink on her way in, and suddenly, she was gone.
Loki blinked and shook his head, a lovesick grin forming on his face.
Yes, he thought. Ellen Marie Montegomery was definitely a curiosity.