Thor's alarm clock beeped at him loudly the next morning, earning it a smack to turn it off. God, that tone was annoying to wake up to every morning, but he kept it because at least it insured that he would actually get up. It took him a few minutes, but eventually the blonde rolled out of bed, making groggy noises and shuffling but awake nonetheless. He opened his door and was immediately assaulted by the smell of coffee wafting through his tiny apartment, and he groaned in thanks. This was one of the reasons he let Loki hang around. Thor made his way down the hall to the kitchenette where the smell originated from, and which was currently occupied by a fully dressed and looking stuck up as ever Loki. Thor had never understood how his brother could be such a morning person, and it pissed him off sometimes because he clearly was not. However the mug of coffee thrust into his hands without a word made it okay and he sat down at the table to enjoy it in silence. Upon sipping it he was not surprised to learn that it was already made exactly the way Thor liked it; with way more sugar than was called for.
Loki let him wake up for about ten more minutes before breaking the peaceful silence. "Do you ever comb your hair?" A jibe at his particularly bad bedhead this morning, to which Thor replied with a grunt.
"Are you going to tell me what you did to piss dad off?" It was something that had been itching at the blondes curiosity the previous night, and he really didn't see why it should be such a big deal. Even if he had been doing drugs or something, Thor wouldn't judge. But trying to press the issue the night before had only served to make Loki irritable again and they had both ended the night early in frustration with the other.
"No." It was curt and matter-of-fact, implying that Loki would hear no more of this conversation. Thor snorted but figured it probably wasn't worth it and got up to set his half empty mug on the counter, before heading back to his own room to start the morning. He had to go to work soon.
Loki waited until Thor was out of sight before standing and moving to wash the cup, his brow knitted in annoyance. If his brother was this persistent, he would probably go directly to the source and call Odin shortly. And the raven haired man didn't know if he would tell his son about what the freak had done this time or not, but either way he had to put a rest to it somehow. Make something up, maybe. He dried his hands and leaned back against the sink, hoping that things would blow over. He didn't intend to stay here permanently, but he would have to figure something out because he couldn't go back home. And considering how careless he must have gotten for Odin to find out about it, it wasn't long before that idiot stumbled in at a bad time, at which point he would have no one left. He would have to tiptoe around for the next couple weeks.
He realized he had been grumbling to himself in frustration when Thor stepped out of his room, now dressed as well, and grabbed a bag from where it lay against the wall. "I'm going to work." He announced as he walked by and left the apartment. Good riddance. Loki had some time to think in peace, and knew Thor shouldn't be home until around three. It was now about eight-thirty, so that gave him a little over six hours. Six hours by himself, to either think or engage in his private activities or maybe just do nothing. Either way it was nice to have a space to yourself, something he could never get with his parents always hanging over him.
But to be honest, he wasn't feeling very nice about his fortuitous situation, or about anything in general. Upon examining his hand he noted that a grey pallor was seeping in to his skin. Christ, he looked bad enough on a good day, with a paleness befitting of a corpse. But it had been a couple weeks. And his previous attempt at fixing his situation had ended terribly, and he hadn't even been able to go through with it before being very rudely interrupted. Loki sighed, he hadn't wanted to put himself at such risk so soon after forcing his way into Thor's home, but it couldn't be helped. Either this or he endure his brothers concern over looking to be in poor health.
So with an air of exasperation he fished the scrap of paper from the night before out of the pocket of his dirty jeans and punched the numbers into his phone.
12:09, Loki glanced at the clock as the doorbell rang. He had plenty of time to pull this off before Thor came home. He went to the door quickly, opening it and flashing a rather friendly smile at the girl waiting on the other side. She barely had enough time to grin back at him before being rushed inside. By this point in the day Loki had allowed himself to become very distracted by the empty hunger eating away at him, and the resulting fatigue. By normal standards it really wasn't bad, he knew some went months between eating, but he hadn't had to resort to that in years, and was very used to a steady, frequent diet. He had known this would be necessary last night, and it was the only reason he had proposed they go to a club; so he could hunt. It was such an ugly word, but the easiest way to describe it. He had spied out for a healthy young woman who looked like she could be coerced into this. It had been his intention to wait a few more days and settle in, learn when he could do this safest, but any longer and he would probably bite Thor's arm off just for being Thor. Hunger made him unreasonably irritable.
"Right this way." He purred at the girl, leading her to the couch and seating himself next to her, more closely than was necessary. She had put perfume on, but not so much that it could cloak her natural scent, for which he was very glad. She smelled rather warm, and didn't have that natural perfume like some women. She gave off the scent of food, pure and unmasked, and a small inhale had him salivating more than normal. "So, do you remember what I asked you about last night?" He asked her in a smooth voice, meant to be soothing, but when she nodded it still looked a little nervous.
Last night while dancing, he had managed to steer the conversation towards kinks, by strongly suggesting that he would like to try some out on her. She had been clearly interested in anything involving the two of them together, and it had been a simple thing to bring up his own 'kink', and get her to agree to try it. Of course, feeding wasn't normally a sexual experience for him, but it was easy to pretend.
"Are you still up for it?" He purred again, because he wouldn't have her backing out now. Hell, he would sleep with her when it was over if she wanted, as long as he got a good meal out of it. His feigned interest in her was apparently enough to convince her, and as soon as she gave the affirmative he gave her a wide grin, already reaching for the pre-packaged wet wipe and small bottle of mouthwash.
After sanitizing the area of skin he would be working with and assuring her that he had done this many times before, there was nothing to be worried about, he had positioned her to face away from him so he could get a clear bite over the shoulder. Loki was poised and ready with his teeth just centimeters away from her skin, the skin that was radiating heat and making it very hard for him to hold back long enough to whisper soothing words to calm her unsteady breathing. Yes, he understood that it was disconcerting to let someone do something like this. But at this moment he simply didn't care about her misgivings, and was only waiting so that she didn't jerk and cause him to injure an important tendon or artery.
12:52 he glanced at the time yet again, knowing he still had plenty of time but really wishing this could just get over with so he could stop running this risk. It had taken longer than it should have just to get this far. Finally he felt her calm completely under his caresses, and without another moment of hesitation, he closed his mouth around her skin and bit.
Having sharpened themselves in anticipation, his teeth sank into her skin more easily than one would expect. It only took a few seconds before the surface gave way with a snap, and he took his teeth away from the wound, satisfied that it was deep enough to produce what he needed. From there, he ran his tongue over the quickly collecting pool of blood and groaned aloud when it coated his tongue. Yes. He was so caught up already that he barely registered the girl gasping next to his ear from the pain, but it was something that would quickly grow annoying and he knew he would have to go to extra effort to counteract the pain for her. So with an internal eye roll he swept his tongue up the unmarred column of her throat, smearing her blood across it faintly, and nipped under her jaw.
It was enough to distract her for now, and he turned his attention to the string of blood now threatening to run onto her clothes. Loki couldn't help noting how much he loved that singular trail of liquid in contrast against her skin, there was just something so satisfying about seeing bright, pure blood pooling or dripping across clean skin. He lapped it up before it could ruin the fabric and then returned to the wound, sealing his lips over it so no more could escape and giving a generous suck. The liquid complied to him eagerly, rushing out to fill a good portion of his mouth. He swallowed and broke away to gasp in the euphoria it induced, choking out a "Fuck, yes." Before latching back on and repeating the action several times.
The repeated sucking was enough to cause pleasure for the girl as well, and he vaguely felt her head lean back against his shoulder somewhere in the back of his mind, the small part still keeping track of his surroundings. It heard the pants and small noises fall from her lips, and it was very glad to hear them. It was no fun if both of them didn't enjoy it. Had he not been so far gone he might have also heard the front door being opened and shut, or the heavy footsteps that drew nearer to where he sat, essentially sucking the life out of this girl. But reckless as he was, he let the other presence go unnoticed until it happened to step on the extremely squeaky floorboard. And stupid as he was, he looked up, realizing too late that Thor hadn't seen until he moved, wouldn't have known if he had just kept going. Idiot, you still had a chance to get away with it.
Hey, look at me, I wrote another chapter in an hour! :D But don't expect this often, my muse is flowing uncharacteristically well tonight. Second chapter is almost twice as long as the first, and more interesting. We get into the vampire stuff this time, and this is the part where if you think the way I write it is creepy or something, you should really stop here. It's gonna get more graphic (creepy?) in future chapters
I am significantly more pleased with this chapter than the first one. The first one was just kind of setting up for this one, a little bit, or maybe it was a preface. I dunno. Anyway the way I go about writing vampires and their point of view? Yeah, it's not exactly humane, I guess you could say. Like it or not, humans are food for vampires. It's the vampire's attitude that determines how he talks about it. And we all know Loki, he's not all about equality.
Also yes, I have the tendency to flip between Thor and Loki's POV when I think the situation calls for it. Either I'll stick mainly to Thor, or do both of them equally. Because yknow I don't want to be omniscient, but it's kinda stupid if you just throw Loki in there occasionally. So probably equal.
And yes I know, I ramble on in my notes. Anything important I'll put up at the top, so if you don't want to read my crap notes I don't blame you.
Comments always greatly appreciated. 3 I'd really like to know how you guys respond to the way I write vampires. I'll do it from the donor's side, too, in future chapters.