It's a little late, but here's chapter number 5! I can't make any promises about updating soon, but I know I'm leaving on a cliff hanger so I'll try to update as soon as I can. I have great ideas to continue this story with. Without further ado, here it is!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Hazel!
He looked at her with a serious expression, "Why…hello, sweetheart. I didn't realize you liked me so much." Hazel gaped, frozen in her embarrassment.
"Wha-what?" she scrambled for words, "I'm the one who's winning here, let's not change the subject-" At that moment a deep voice rang out behind them, jarring her into a heap on the grass next to Loki's still prone form.
"Loki! This is the last place I would have expected to see you, brother." A tall muscular man with tousled blond hair strode up to the pair casually. "When did father have a change of heart? First of all, when did he find a heart?" The sunlight reflecting off the silver fittings on his black leather jerkin made Hazel squint. "And who is this delightful creature?" The man offered his hand to Hazel, lifting her effortlessly to her feet, before offering his hand to Loki. The proffered hand seemed to jar Loki from his daze and he jumped to his feet, coolly ignoring the hand.
"Hello to you too, brother." Loki said grudgingly. "Hazel, this is my brother. Thor."
Hazel extended her hand cheerfully, "Hello, Thor. Well, that's one sentence I never thought I'd say. It's good to meet you."
Thor grasped her hand in a firm shake, "And you as well, my brother's never brought anyone here before. You must be unique."
Hazel blushed and released his hand, "Hardly. This stalker here just decided to bring me for a visit, and the opportunity was too good to pass up." Loki rallied at the mention of "stalker."
"Whoa there, sweetheart. That's a harsh word. I've been imprisoned in that room for longer than you can comprehend, you're hardly the only human whose life I have watched."
Hazel cocked an eyebrow, "Whatever you say, Loki." Thor eyed the pair of them and burst into laughter.
"Whatever brought you here, you are clearly new to Valhalla. Can I offer you a tour?" Hazel opened her mouth to accept, but Loki quickly interrupted.
"As nice of an offer as that is, surely you have something more important to do, brother?"
As Thor began to respond, his gaze fell to the angled silver necklace on a leather thong around Hazel's throat and his eyes softened. "Of course, brother. I should have known, after all, you know this tour far better than I do. I will see you soon, though. Hazel, it was good to meet you. I am sure we will be seeing more of each other." Thor turned and strolled away, neither hurrying nor lagging. Loki sighed in relief and clasped his hands together.
"Well, that was fun. How about that tour?" He placed his hand on Hazel's shoulder to guide her in the opposite direction when she met his eyes with a strange look.
"Thor was going to stay before he looked at this necklace you gave me, is there something important about it?" Loki bit his lip, thinking.
"Nothing that can't be explained later, sweetheart. Thor is one for theatrics, it isn't anything important." Hazel met his fall-leaf eyes with her spring-leaf ones and smiled slightly.
"I can see you'd rather talk about it later. So, what is there to see here? Anyone else I should meet?" Loki shook his head quickly, making his hair points shake.
"Nope! No one of importance, anyway. Come on, you can't go to sleep tonight without seeing the hall of Asgard or the Cliffs of Hyrr."
Hazel smiled at his insistence and let herself be pulled in the direction of the trees. "Sure, Loki. Let's go."
Later that night…
Night had come for the grassy knoll where Loki's cabin stood alone, the moonlight illuminating two figures running through the trees, one slim and stumbling and the other large and four-legged.
"Hey!" Hazel cried, her eyes bright and her face flushed. "Don't you try to trip me again! I think I've finally gotten the hang of running on this spinning ground."
"It isn't my fault you joined my cousin's drinking game before I could stop you. How could you think you could beat them? Especially when father joined in? I'm almost jealous. He didn't pat me on the back like that until I was almost 500." The green panther swiped unevenly again at Hazel's ankles, laying her harmlessly on the soft grass. "And they literally drink nothing but mead."
Hazel laughed into the green stalks helplessly, "I earned that pat, and I have the quickly developing bruise to prove it. You know, you weren't exactly reluctant yourself. I can't say I've ever seen a panther drunk before. Especially a green one." She paused to laugh into the grass again before lifting her head. "How did I never notice how funny you are before? You're green. Green!" Loki sulked, his twitching tail matching his swaying body.
"You think green is funny?" He shifted back to his human form, sitting quickly. "Drunk standing is much easier with four legs, but I'm not green anymore." Hazel continued to laugh.
"But your hair! Come on, Loki, have a sense of humor. I'm just laughing because I'm drunk. Everything gets more funny at night anyway. Even that glowering look you're giving me right now. Come on, you can't say chasing me back from Asgard wasn't a tiny bit fun." Hazel sat up and smiled at him.
Loki relaxed his shoulders and smiled slightly, "ok, you got me. It was fun. But not as fun as this," he knocked her back on the grass with a nudge of his elbow. He laughed at her sprawled form before her eyes took on a malicious glint, he struggled to get up before Hazel's arm sent him prone on the grass.
"Try to catch me now!" Hazel sprinted for the door, stumbling as she went. Loki got unsteadily to his two feet and followed her, swaying as he ran. He didn't fall, but she was faster and reached the door first, quickly rushing inside and closing the door behind her, attempting to hold it against Loki. There was a short tug-of-war that Loki won before he was inside and she was running from the room. Hazel came to the bedroom first and quickly dived under the duvet without thinking where she was. Loki missed her diving under the cover, but he wasn't too far gone to see the quietly laughing bulge his bed had suddenly acquired. He feigned ignorance and sat on the corner, stretching and yawning loudly.
"Well, if I can't find that girl, I might as well just go to sleep. I'm sure she'll turn up in the morning." Suddenly the lump stopped moving and Loki threw the covers back revealing a laughing Hazel, her hair adorably mussed and her eyes bright. "What do you know? Who knew that laughing object under my duvet was you?" Loki smirked down at her, his eyes gentle.
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," Hazel started to get up to run again before Loki knocked her gently back on the bed and leaned over her to make a cage with his arms so she couldn't get up.
"Come on, sweetheart," he smirked playfully, "I think we know how this one ends, don't you?"
Hazel tried his arm with a half-hearted shove before relaxing her shoulders in defeat. "Technically last time ended with Thor offering a tour. He doesn't have a key to your cabin, does he?"
Loki laughed, "thankfully, he does not. Besides, he's far too eager to give tours to beautiful women."
Hazel raised an eyebrow at the back handed compliment. "Is he? I hadn't noticed." They laughed for a moment before their eyes met. Hazel felt a shiver pass through her as she noticed that his eyes were exactly the color of a leaf in fall after all the leaves have left the trees. Loki looked at her and felt the hairs on his arms raise and he saw her spring-colored eyes closer than he ever had before. Hazel passed her tongue over her lips nervously as the moment stretched longer, neither seemingly able to look away from the other. Slowly his eyes came closer and she tilted her head closer and their lips met in a soft kiss. His lips are as soft as they look, Hazel though. And so warm. Loki pulled back before their lips met again, this time they parted and she felt his tongue graze along her bottom lip, asking for entry. She swallowed before meeting his eager tongue with her own, and as they met she felt a spark go through her. Her hand lifted of its own volition to rest on the back of Loki's neck, feeling his hair ruffle under her fingers, short and smooth and sleek. He groaned into her mouth and broke the cage of his arms to cup her face in his hand, sliding his nails lightly down her neck to rest on her bicep, making her shiver again. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes again. "I know we've both been drinking, and I don't want to take advantage of you. This is your first day here-"
"Are you suggesting I'm only kissing you because I've been drinking?" Hazel looked at his eyes, her eyes both bright with mead and serious. "Do I look like I don't know what I'm doing? I was serious when I said earlier that meeting you felt right. You feel right, Loki. I've never been more sober before." She traced her hand down his back, following the smooth line of muscle. "You're the reason I never felt at home on Earth. A part of me always knew you would come into my life, Loki." He looked back into her eyes, unbelieving.
"I never thought I would hear someone say those words, Hazel. I've never felt drawn to anyone like I felt drawn to you. All those years, decades and centuries I spent with nothing to do but watch the Earth with that portal, I never saw anyone who was as unique as you." He bent his head to nip along the line of her jaw before capturing her mouth with his again. "Never," he whispered against her lips. Hazel opened her eyes to find his, conveying all the emotion that she could not put into words. You're unique too. Even if you don't think so. She traced her nails back along the muscle of his back to rest on his head, appreciating the tightness of his leather shirt. Loki broke off her mouth again to nip and lick his way down to her neck, becoming more aggressive. He grazed his teeth against her ear lope and was rewarded with a soft moan. Hazel brought both hands up to rest on his back, using her nails to grasp him as he continued to lightly bite and suck down to her shoulder before he paused at the neck line of her shirt, looking to her for permission. Hazel sat up slightly and pulled her shirt over her head without hesitation, and did the same with her pants after unbuttoning them impatiently. Loki was overwhelmed by the sight of her underneath him, clad in nothing but a simple bra and brief-cut underwear.
"Are you sure you want to continue this?" Loki asked, his mouth suddenly dry as his eyes travelled over the form of her body.
Hazel looked up at him coyly, "does that mean you're not…interested?"
Loki stuttered briefly, "of course I'm interested! I've never been more interested in anything in my life, and believe me, that's saying something."
"Then why is your shirt still on? I think you owe me a layer of clothes," she teased, hooking a finger in the V-neck of his leather shirt playfully. Loki failed to think of one good response to that question, so he sat up and awkwardly pulled the leather over his head, revealing a smooth white chest and stomach with slight muscles rippling as he tossed the shirt in a corner. Hazel swallowed as he rolled off her briefly to slip off his pants, leaving him in nothing but a pair of scant boxers that looked surprisingly like leather. She lowered her hand to his hips and ran her fingers over the waistband. "Do you own any clothing items that aren't comprised of leather?" Loki winked at her sheepishly. Hazel eyed him again, "but it does work surprisingly well on you."
She traced the smooth line of his chest before tentatively straddling him and bringing her mouth to his. "I've always been so curious about this," Hazel whispered against his lips, "you'll have to teach me."
"For someone who doesn't know, you are off to a great start," Loki exhaled at she traced the line of his boxers, making them feel uncomfortably tight. He recaptured her lips with his own as he brought his hand to her back and fumbled with the clasp for a second before unhooking her bra and throwing it off the bed to join the rest of their growing pile of clothes.