Holly sauntered in to the room, taking her time, just as her ten minutes were up.
"You don't want to try me." He spoke lowly, his back to her.
"And why is that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Loki shot her a look, implying that she knew why she shouldn't try him. She let a small smirk flicker on her lips before she crossed her arms over her chest. He brushed it off, motioning for her to sit in the chair across from his. This time, she obeyed.
Loki smirked with his small triumph. He would break this woman yet.
Holly silently played with the food on her plate, contemplating whether she should start conversation or not. Would it be best for her to stay silent? Reluctantly, she lifted her gaze to meet his intense green eyes. Raising an eyebrow, tipped her head to the side.
She adjusted her leg uncomfortably as he watched her. Had her stitches ripped out? Looking down she saw the blood on her pants and realized they had indeed.
"Oh no." she frowned. Loki gave her a questioning look. "When were you going to tell me that my stitches had ripped out?"
"I don't know what you're talking about…" he trailed off, watching her. Holly stood from the table, immediately feeling the pain shooting down her leg. The pain meds had finally worn off. "Where are you going?" he demanded, standing.
"To fix this!" she yelled back at him, trying her hardest to hurry out of the room.
"Don't raise your voice at me." He spoke authoritatively, starting after her.
Holly shakily limped to the table where there was a roll gauze and an assortment of first aid items. The stitches on her thigh had yet to heal. Damn him to hell. Just when she thought she had a solution to her injury, something else went wrong.
She limped back over to the bed, gauze and first aid cream in hand. Her first attempt at sitting down was unsuccessful as she let out a small whimper and merely leaned against the bed.
"Ah, you are but a mere mortal." His voice came from the doorway. Holly bit her bottom lip, long red locks shielding her face from his curious gaze. And then he was in front of her, his fingers lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes. Without asking, he lifted her by the hips effortlessly and set her on the bed. Holly gasped in pain, her hand using his arm to steady herself. "Where are the supplies?" he asked. Silently, she handed them to him. "Where is it?"
"My upper thigh." She replied, a deep red blush spreading across her cheeks. A small smirk quirked on his lips as he looked her in the eyes, "I can do it-"
"You already tried doing it on your own." He reminded her, his hand sliding to the waist of her pants. Holly shot him a warning glare. "Allow me, Miss Killigrew."
"Loki-"
"Silence." He commanded, ice blue eyes piercing. Holly shut her mouth, not wanting to be killed just yet. "That's the new thing with you mortal women, isn't it?"
"What is?" she asked, watching him closely as he pulled her pants down just so he could see the wound.
"What is it you call it? Feminism?" he asked. Holly let out a small chuckle.
"It isn't exactly new… it's a movement that has been going on since the 1800s." She explained.
"That's new when you've been living for as long as I have." He reminded her again of just how young the Earth was. Loki spread the cream over the gauze and placed it over her wound. Holly hissed at the cool feeling against her open wound. "Lift your leg." He commanded once again. She obeyed and he wrapped the cloth around it tightly. Holly bit her bottom lip at the pain, but didn't want to give herself away to the demigod who held her life in his hands. When he had finished, he brought his gaze to hers. Their faces remained just inches apart. Holly inhaled a shaky breath as Loki's eyes glanced down at her lips. Slowly, he pulled away.
"Thank you," she said quietly, playing with her hands in her lap. Loki was silent, watching her. After a few long seconds, he nodded and turned on his heel, heading for the door.