Hey everyone!
Sorry for the LONG wait. I've been so busy with school and sorority pledging that I've literally had no time to write. And midterms are on their way too. Yay.
Either way, I haven't given up. I don't think I could on this story. So, I finally came up with a chapter. This one a a good fucking chapter. Lots of things happen here. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
Rebecca spent some time in the small on-suite in her bedroom. The bath was filled with warm water that silkily ran over Rebecca's body as she bathed. Her wet hair stuck to her wet back, moving when Rebecca scooped up some water and ran it over her shoulder. As she did, her hand rested on her neck and rubbed it slightly, before returning back to the water. The soft trickling of the water pooled around her created a comforting ambience.
The tub itself was within a small stone pocket providing a decorative spot and a place for her towels. Her eyes lifted from the porcelain tub to the flowers and candles placed on the stone. Right above the tub were a pair of large white windows with hanging silk curtains. Along the walls were decorative, unlit candles. Along the wall there were two golden bars that held towels, and beside that there was a large vanity. The marble sink, the multiple draws with golden encrusted knobs, and the mirror all created a feeling of luxury. From the ceiling of the bathroom was a chandelier, illuminating the room with a delicate glow.
The bathroom was the essence of luxury, and Rebecca couldn't help but stare. But the beauty couldn't calm her conscious. It couldn't ease her mind with the rambling thoughts racing through her head.
Her lips gently pressed against her shoulder, her eyes staring into the warm water that reflected the light from the window.
Why did she feel so controlled by Loki? Rebecca knew she'd never be the one to succumb to a man's touch or seduction. It never worked, more or less. No one ever had the power to take over her thoughts and dominate her body's reaction without Rebecca being fully aware of why it was happening.
And yet with a single touch of his hand, Loki disarmed her. With a minor embrace, Rebecca felt her legs give out. With a whisper in her ear, Rebecca felt her heart seize within her chest and her lungs suddenly lost all ideas of how to even breath.
It hasn't been the first time this has happened either. Rebecca knew that her body's reaction to Loki was growing more and more, and the intensity was starting to burn within her. But what was it? That the very idea of Loki made her entire self-image cave in?
Because he did just that. He was taking over her. Her every thought was just, well, Loki'd. And she unfortunately knew what it meant. She's never been so absorbed in a person before, let alone by someone who caused ever fiber of her being to ignite. It never happened to Rebecca because she never lost control. But what would happen if she gave her control some slack? What if she let her pride simmer down, and just... well, lived.
Rebecca sighed against her skin, shutting her eyes tightly.
She liked him. Loki. She liked that damn bastard for more than he was worth. She actually genuinely liked the bad guy and there wasn't anything she could do about it. Rebecca so long raved against him, fighting him, giving him all the hatred she could spit in his face and once she did that... once all the anger was finally gone... she couldn't hate him anymore. Rebecca found herself doing quite the opposite, actually.
His stories, his tales... There were so many hidden details about his life that shaped him into who the man he is. Rebecca wanted to know all of them. What drove him into madness? What horrible thing happened to Loki that made him want to kill endlessly? How could she stop that pain? No one deserved to feel that alone all the time.
Perhaps it was Rebecca's desire to understand what isn't meant to be understood. Maybe that is why she wanted to desperately to understand Loki, and in that desperation she found something within him that was quite beautiful.
Loki was a child.
He was an innocent child who was abandoned from birth, metaphorically speaking. He never knew how to love, and never grew up knowing compassion existed. Yes, there was that teacher, but she died. She left him before he knew how life would be if he lived with the one he loved. Therefore, Loki lost everything he loved. If he put his heart out, it was crushed. How could one not be completely destroyed and forgiving at the thought?
And Rebecca felt something for him because of that. Because he wasn't horrible. He was charming and witty. He was kind and actually caring when he desired to be. Loki held up a mask, hiding in this rough shell he made to protect himself, when really, he was warding off anyone who could answer his faint cry for help. Rebecca heard that cry in the form of a scream. She... cared for him enough to know that he shouldn't be screaming in the way he had been all his life.
Rebecca scooped up some water and ran it over her shoulders once more, the warm sensation calming her.
Loki probably still saw her as a piece of meat. Some body to defile when she angered him enough... Her feelings towards him was all probably apart of his evil plan to make her weak. And if that was the case, then Loki would win. Loki had weakened her and she didn't have a reason to care. She was honest with herself.
But the fact of the matter is that Loki probably didn't feel anything towards the Midgardian girl. Rebecca wasn't even that anymore. She was a random genetic mutation, and technically, she was alone in this universe in terms of her species. And Loki still wouldn't feel anything. He looked down upon humans but, even if he knew Rebecca wasn't a human, his feelings wouldn't change.
Rebecca knew these emotions that were boiling were one-sided and completely irrational. But, she didn't have a choice in the matter. She never truly had control over her heart.
The table was set when Rebecca came wandering into the room. Her hair was twisted to the side, clearly wet from her bath. Her jeans, white tank, and olive blazer showed signs of her casual nature, even while retaining her sophistication. Her body moved into the large dinning hall she had seen many times before, but the table was truncated and no longer obnoxiously long. In fact, it looked like it could fit about 8 people. But Rebecca knew if Loki desired, he could extend the table to fit 50. It was magic.
As she entered, she saw the Norse god at the other end of the hall. His attire was slightly less formal, his outfit different than his previous. It seemed like another version of his casual Asgardian clothes, but still retained his regality. He wore no armor, but he still had gold plates across his arms and chest. His hair was neatly slicked back, the ends fraying out in their usual manner.
Rebecca gave a weak smile, knowing very well that this dinner would be the most difficult dinner of her entire life. When has she ever actually been with someone that she had admitted she liked to herself? Never. She wondered how well she could pretend as if nothing changed.
Loki walked forward to Rebecca, a small grin pulling at the edge of his lips,"You look ravishing."
The Editor snorted,"Don't sweet talk me."
"I'm simply commenting on what I see," Loki pulled out Rebecca's chair for her.
Rebecca licked the corner of her mouth,"Trying to be a gentlemen?"
"Always," Loki easily replied as Rebecca sat. He pushed in her chair before taking his own. Before the two were several different assortment of foods. A bowl of soups, meats, cheeses, and wine. Some vegetables and fruits were also carefully placed on the large wooden table, providing some more nutritious options.
Rebecca's eyes washed over the various options. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow to it all,"I'm guessing you didn't try to be a gourmet chef as well?"
Loki snickered, fixing himself into his chair before taking his soup bowl in front of him. His green eyes flickered up to Rebecca, shaking his head,"A meal as grand as this is made by one of great skill, unfortunately, one skill that I lack."
"The Great God of Mischief doesn't know how to put something in the oven?" Rebecca taunted, pouring some of the vegetables into her plate. Her tone was mocking, but she couldn't help but laugh. Imagining Loki actually in the kitchen cooking would be quite the sight, and something to make fun of for the ages. Maybe the act would even be... cute.
Loki; however, looked confused, "An oven?"
Rebecca frowned,"Right. Earth-technology. You seem to not have a lot of that stuff."
It was odd. For such an advanced civilization, it seemed like they lived in the Medieval times. Everything was done by magic, powers, and maybe they still made everything with roasting over a fire. They didn't have microwaves or lamps. It was candles and magic. Everything was magic.
"It is primitive in comparison to Asgardian works," Loki commented before sipping his soup. His world did everything so simply. Midgardian's just complicated things.
"Right, of course."
The awkward sounds of clanking silverware against the hard ceramic plates were heard. Rebecca took note of how delicious the food was, although it probably was made with magic. Would she ever get old of this sort of food? Would she miss freshly grown produce? Would Rebecca even be here long enough to get used to this sort of lifestyle?
A small sigh escaped her lips. Loki watched the girl with interest. He had stopped eating his food and simply took the moment to just observe her. He rested his head on his hands, his emerald eyes narrowing. Something was off. Rebecca would've normally presented an argument as to why Midgard was better, but instead passed up the chance to have a friendly debate.
It was the way she sighed, the way her cheeks sagged as if she were frowning, her slumping shoulders, that truly exemplified that something was wrong. Her body was practically radiating her shift in mood, and Loki wasn't sure why. Did he say something? Did he offend her in some way?
"Rebecca?" He spoke, causing the girl's head to jerk upwards.
"Yes?"
"Do you not like your food?"
"No..."
"You're quiet."
Rebecca pursed her lips,"I just have nothing to say."
"An odd occurrence for someone like you," Loki commented evenly, taking a spoonful of soup.
"It happens from time to time."
Rebecca wanted to get up and excuse herself. She wanted to leave. His eyes kept drifting down to his lips, so delicately eating his meal. Why in the fucking world would someone eating be attractive! It made literally no sense to why she felt fire boil within her stomach. She was eating light incase her entire body decided to seize. And, she didn't want to seem like a fat-ass and go in for the meat. She was being consensus. She was worrying what Loki thought of her. So yes, it was an odd occurrence, because Rebecca had always lived free of whatever was thrown at her.
And now, she felt more worried about every action she did because her heart was racing in her chest. Was it adrenaline? Or was it just because she was able to study him and admire him?
"Are you well?" Loki asked calmly, his green eyes intently watching her expression.
She kept her answer's short. "Relatively."
"Why is that?"
Rebecca's gaze met his, before she tore it back down to her meal,"Fatigue."
"... Are you ill, Rebecca?"
"No."
Loki had stopped eating his food. He just watched Rebecca mush around the greens in her plate, his heart thumping. Was something wrong with her? What was with this attitude? Loki would've been angry and called her ungrateful, but for some reason he couldn't feel the well of rage he was so used to. He couldn't be angry at her. In fact, he wanted to just find out what was troubling her mind.
He wanted to sooth the pain that was rippling through her conscious.
"Is there anything I can help you with to calm your mind?" Loki asked, his heart thumping again.
Rebecca shook her head,"No."
"At least give me more than a single word of an answer, Rebecca," Loki pleaded, his expression saddening. Loki did not like her like this. It was as if someone had extinguished her fire or scolded her badly enough that she couldn't handle being... well, her.
Rebecca was actually trying to fight her own battle. She sat so close to Loki, and by it, realized that she can't harbor feelings for him. She can't. She can't like him more than a friend at most. He would destroy her inside and out if she let him get any closer to her wounded heart. He didn't care about her. Yes, he was showing signs of kindness in his questions over dinner, but that was common curtsey. She wasn't going to fall for this shit he was pulling. It was all apart of his plan, and if Rebecca didn't separate herself, she'd lose everything she had tried so hard to be.
"I'm just tired, Loki," Rebecca replied dryly, not glancing up from her plate.
Loki nodded his head, clasping his hands in front of his lap. He stared with a hard gaze at her face, observing carefully. She seemed genuinely upset. It wasn't anything that fatigue would do. It would make her sleepy, not grumpy. Why was her mood bothering him so much?
"Lying to the King of Lies isn't wise," Loki chimed, a small chuckle escaping his throat. He thought it was funny. Rebecca glanced up to him, before looking back down. She didn't find it amusing.
Loki pursed his lips, a light huff escaping his nose as he exhaled. The Prankster needed to make this girl smile. But how? Playing a joke on her would make her scream and run out of the room. Making fun of her would make her more unhappy. So what? What could make a moody girl feel better?
It was almost important for Loki to bring joy to the girl, as if it were his duty... He felt that if he made her glad, he'd be happy by doing it. Loki wanted to see her wit, her spunk, his bright light, and her smile. For some reason, it suddenly became the most important thing to him. So, he thought for a moment. He thought for several moments, before he spoke again.
"Would you care to take a break from training on Midgard?"
Rebecca instantly glanced up, locking her eyes with the Norse god. Her expression was that of disbelief when she lowly asked,"What?"
"Your first day was a success," Loki explained, his eyes beaming,"And success should be reinforced with rewards."
Her brows raised,"So you'd let me go to Earth?"
A nod.
Loki could tell he hit a chord in the girl, and so he further pushed,"Is there any particular revenue you'd like to attend?"
Rebecca almost couldn't believe it. She spent the past 8 minutes trying to detach herself from the God. She tried hearing his voice and thinking,'He isn't worth it.' She tried to interpret his kindness as false. She tried to take his sincerity as lies. She tried so much. She tried to make everything in her body believe he was the bad guy. She couldn't like him.
And then he offered the one thing that made her entire thought process reverse.
Earth.
To travel home for a night.
Rebecca almost looked upset as she shook her head,"Why? You risk losing me there."
Loki hummed easily, a sincerity in his eyes,"I trust you enough. You've returned to my care several times."
Ironically, Rebecca didn't trust herself. She knew that as soon as she was free, she'd escape for several reasons. One, she'd be home and not some foreign realm. Two, she could take a plane to Tahiti and forget everything that happened to her. And three, and the most obvious, so she could leave behind this fantasy lifestyle she was leading with the Norse God. Rebecca felt too much and she didn't have her guard up. She let her love for understanding sneak behind the wall she build to protect her heart. She let Loki's sadness, his characterization, his internal beauty become something that set her body ablaze. She couldn't have that.
But she knew that if she didn't get her powers under control she could seriously hurt someone. She wasn't human, and she didn't know how she'd turn up in 6 months from now. Rebecca needed to find homeostasis, and that could only be done through Loki's guidance. Regardless, she wanted to slap herself when she offered,"You should come with me to Earth."
Loki snorted a laugh,"I'd rather not spend my time on that disgusting planet."
"She invited me to join her?"
"I know you dislike it," Rebecca said aloud, her words practically choked. She squeezed her fork,"But I'd like you to join me. Maybe... maybe I can show you something that you would like."
"I hardly believe it's true.-"
"Dancing," Rebecca nearly cut off the end of his sentence.
It was Loki who now looked confused. "What?"
Rebecca shrugged,"Before I became knee-deep in my job, I didn't have to care about my social life as much. I was allowed to go out and dance at night clubs, but that changed with my promotion. I just think that if I get one night on Earth, it should be doing something I like." Her eyes flickered to meet his, her expression almost bashful. She was being quite uncharacteristic of herself.
Loki couldn't help but cock his head, a grin forming on his face, "Well then, what does one wear to one of these 'Night Clubs.'"
The nighttime air was crisp and clean; the moon's light casted a soft illumination over the sidewalk. The atmosphere was nearly alive with all the humming of soft bugs from alleyways, and pitter patter of others feet. Up above, the stars shimmered in the cloudless sky, twinkling beautiful in their own right. Strange, seeing stars in the city. Almost too strange. It was a perfect time for a stroll down the city's various pathways, the night almost as a cushion to the two non-residential beings.
Rebecca and Loki were side by side, moving without words. Rebecca was busy holding her mid-thigh length jacket tightly to her body, her breath white in the cold temperature. Her chocolate eyes were trained ahead of her, her heels pounding into the pavement with such precision and confidence. Rebecca's hair was tied back in a high pony, tousled in curls. She knew how to work a look, but, most of it was covered.
Loki too, knew exactly how to take advice. Rebecca had shown him some Times issues she brought with her to Angria, and used that to help him chose his outfit. Loki, in turn, became what he was now. He was wearing navy, button cotton shirt that wasn't exactly closed. The neckline came dangerously close to his sternum, revealing the top of his toned chest. His pants were black jeans with a silver buckle riding the belt. Loki wore a black blazer, resting cooly on his shoulders. He clearly wasn't cold, as opposed to the Editor.
Rebecca heard his leather shoes clink against the pavement, as well his intoxicating scent radiating outwards and to Rebecca. He knew what cologne was?
It was then that she saw exactly their destination. The Editor saw a sign above a large door, a bouncer, and a long line of people. "It's called the Rabbit Hole," Rebecca told Loki, a small grin on her lips. The two walked straight up to the bouncer, Loki following behind. The bouncer gave one look to Rebecca and grinned,"Ms. Lawrence, it's good to see you. Head on in."
The man stepped aside and allowed both to pass inside.
As soon as Rebecca and Loki moved past the doorway, they found themselves in a long black hallway that was barely lit. It was dangerously dark and quiet.
"Some places do this to keep out the noise," Rebecca explained.
"The guard let you in above all the others," Loki commented, completely disregarding Rebecca's statement. She could feel him close to her when he continued,"Why?"
She huffed. "Stark is well known, as am I," Rebecca replied, ignoring Loki's blatant rudeness,"And, ironically, I'm a well known friend of his. I have a lot of power in this city that you forget. Favors come by easily."
"Because you run a column."
"The largest newspaper in the country, actually."
"A column," Loki chuckled, flashing his teeth in the darkness.
The girl was too much fun to tousle around. She made it so easily so... enjoyable. Loki could poke and pry at her all day, and her pride would keep her standing for more. Even while the hallway was dark for her petty human vision, it was light as day for him. Loki had no deficiency when seeing in blackness, and he took pleasure in watching her shift uncomfortably. He moved closer, and he could tell that her pulse raised. She was reacting to him. Her body was... giving into Loki. Maybe it was her head-strong self that was trying to deny her the simply pleasure of letting go.
But he noticed it now. He noticed how her face would blush when she turned away from him, or how her knees would momentarily buckle when he said her name. He saw her large, beautiful eyes wide when he spoke, and he saw deep into her. She was cracking. She... wasn't the same girl he saw when he first encountered her.
There was understanding in the Rebecca that moved beside him. She was comfortable, even. She... was a friend?
"Rebecca?" Loki said aloud, finding himself descending a dimly lit staircase. The slight sound of a beat could be heard now.
"What."
She was ticked off. Good. Loki liked her when she was angry.
"How would you categorize us?"
Her heart beat increased. Her temperature spiked. Her movements came to a stop on the stairs. Loki could sense her. The air became heavier around her. "Excuse me?" She asked, her voice filled with confusion.
"Us."
Loki saw her clutch the railing with her hand. He, on the other hand, stood on the same step and leaned against the other. His arms crossed, his head quirked upwards as he watched her react.
"There is no us," Rebecca sharply huffed, momentarily pausing,"I'm practically your prisoner."
Loki's eyes narrowed, snake-like, sharp. His studied her expression with such detail, curious, when he lowly replied,"Is that how you see it?"
Rebecca's red lips opened to respond, but found herself alone. Loki was already moving down the stairs, unwilling to hear her answer. Quickly, she shut her mouth and continued after him.
However, Loki found himself by another door at the bottom of the stairwell. There was another man standing there with scruffy gray hair, but still built. He looked to Loki, and then, a woman that followed a few feet behind him.
"Do you want me to take your things to the locker?" He asked Rebecca, and she nodded her head. Her eyes fell on the Norse god, who in his smooth voice stated,"I'll be right inside."
Rebecca weakly smiled, her eyes trained on him. Loki swiftly moved away from the two and behind the door where the source of the music was now coming from. He heard a noise unlike anything else- it was powerful and when his eyes widened to what he saw, he almost couldn't understand why Rebecca would want to come.
There was a crowd of people, pushing together and dancing in ways that were far from traditional. Their bodies slid against one another, hands grabbing whomever was near. Lips were locked, eyes were shut. They jumped, almost in sync as if they were a pulse to a beat. There was almost a mist in the air as blue and green lights swept over the bouncing mass of humans. On the side was a long black bar, filled of alcoholic beverages lit up in such a magnificent display of lights. Each shimmered in pinks, violets, and there was some sort of fake diamond look to it. The floor was glittering, nearly glass. Circling the dance floor were columns, lighting up in an intricate display of colors. This was a night club?
"You seem entranced," A voice said from behind him.
Loki knew it was Rebecca, and he could tell she was poking fun at him for being in such a... Midgardian setting.
"Oh please," Loki snickered, turning around,"I-"
Frozen. Everything within him stopping moving. His blood refused to circulate. His heart denied him any pulse. His lungs gasped desperately for air but his lips could not open to allow it. The music around him seemed to disappear for a single moment, his sight zoned in on the single figure that stood before him.
Rebecca stood there wearing a tight ruby dress, hugging her slim curves and nearly perfect physique. The dress itself showed her slim waist, exposing the top of her breasts from the halter-like structure of the garment. Her legs looked smooth and long, complimented with dangerously high noir heels that could be considered a weapon. Rebecca also let her hair down in a mass of curls, cascading around her shoulders and complimenting her perfectly painted face. Her lips were red, her lashes were thick and dark, her cheeks slightly rosy, and her eyes practically glittering.
"You what?" Rebecca replied, a grin pulling at the edge of her lips as she strode past the Norse God,"You want to buy me a drink?"
Loki couldn't help but stare at the figure that sat beside him. His eyes traced over her lips and how they curled around the glasses edge, drinking the liquid inside with such unintentional seduction. She had to have done this on purpose. Why was this particular sip especially long to torture him! She was like Eris' red apple, ripe and ready for the taking, but he knew that was out of line. Everything about Rebecca was beckoning him to her, as if her mouth was hot on his neck and her nails were lightly pulling his chin towards her.
"Damn it," Loki hissed quietly to himself, turning to face the bar in hopes of tearing his eyes from the woman beside him.
"You're just in the best mood tonight," Rebecca commented lowly, placing the glass down onto the countertop. Even the soft clink of the cup's base touching the bar made a chill run through Loki's spine. He was so in tune with her against his will. Did her voice become more sultry than it had been when they walked here or...
"Get yourself a drink, loosen you up," Rebecca grinned, raising up her hand to grab the bartenders attention. Loki nearly glared at her as she did, a snarl practically rippling through his face. She was doing this on purpose. She was twisting her torso to look at the approaching bartender, showing how sleek she was and yet dangerously curvaceous.
His expression softened when his eyes flickered up from her waist to her chin, her hair pushed back and falling down her back to reveal her neck. It was so smooth, so... touchable. Loki could feel her jaw tighten at the thought, shutting his eyes tightly.
It wasn't fair to do this to him.
It wasn't fair for her to order him a drink, her voice slow and clear over the loud music blasting behind them. It wasn't fair for her to tilt her head in such an innocent fashion, her curls falling down her back and her breath so delicate. Her eyes were soft, yet held such a strength to them. It was like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. It was as if she planned each step out to make him weak.
"It's not all that bad," Rebecca spoke, lifting her drink from the stem of the glass. Her eyes fell on the liquid inside, taking the last sip of it, before she added,"Just because the nightclub is on Earth doesn't mean you have to hate it."
Loki saw the drink trickle down her throat, watching her neck expand and deflate as the beverage passed into her body. Every part of her was alive to him, her words merely secondary to the physical form. It was almost too long of a wait when his drink finally arrived. Loki grasped the cylinder glass tightly in his hand, before he brought it to his lips and hastily swallowed it whole.
When he roughly put it on the bar, he found Rebecca staring at him. Her red lips were parted, her breath deep in her chest and causing her breasts to rise as well. She just watched Loki with such disbelief, and without another word or breaking her gaze, she raised her hand,"We need two more drinks over here."
Rebecca stared at him for a moment more before huffing a laugh,"You're completely mad."
"Perhaps," Loki growled, taking the moment to run his fingers through his thick black hair.
The Editor frowned, her lips pouty and her eyes filled with some odd emotion that Loki couldn't identify. Her voice was low when she asked,"Do you want to go? We can."
Loki glanced upwards to the girl. He saw her face, beautiful, nearly porcelain, and yet filled with such depth and truth. She'd give up her 'reward' because he was uncomfortable? Rebecca would go back to Angria without another word, and unbeknownst to her, due to her overwhelming presence?
Was he really that selfish?
Yes.
"Do not let my foul mood spoil your evening, Rebecca," Loki spoke dryly, eying the bartender until two drinks were placed in front of them. God, he wanted to leave, and for fucks sake, he wasn't going anywhere.
Loki took a large gulp out of his glass, before asking,"Why is it you chose this location over all else?"
He turned his gaze to the beauty beside him, watching her mind formulate an answer,"I just always liked dancing. That, and these drinks, just took away the stress from work or whatever I was doing from the time."
"Dancing?"
"Yeah, dancing." Rebecca.
Loki shook his head,"I see no dancing here." He crooned to look at the floor of people, mushing together. "Looks like a sacrificial ritual."
Rebecca's lips pulled back in a grin as she flashed her teeth,"It's not! It's modern dancing. Get your ass out of the stone age."
"I hardly think that my perception of dancing is that of the stone age," Loki said sharply, drinking. Rebecca drank too as she laughed, her curls bouncing even without her trying. Her lashes batted, her creamy white skin glowing in the neons lights.
The Norse guard inhaled fully, just wanting the drink to take effect. He took another large sip before he heard Rebecca comment,"These drinks are really strong, so you know while chugging them. This place is notorious for it."
"Is it now?"
"Why do you think I chose this night club?" Rebecca easily responded.
Loki shrugged,"Because obnoxious beating sounds simulate something in your inferior complex?"
He finished his drink and raised his hand for another.
The Editor stared at the god for a moment, frowning,"Careful with all those drinks. It'll hit you."
Loki flashed his white teeth, giving a very crude look to the girl,"I can take a hit."
The drink was in front of Loki.
Rebecca shook her head, letting her mouth glide over the glass' edge and taking a long drink. She'd need it for tonight with this one of a kind asshole. "You're impossible! How can you criticize it when you don't know what it's like?"
"Because I'm superior."
"Not here."
Loki took a large guzzle of the alcoholic liquid, finding its effects simply not processing well in his Aesir form. He couldn't feel anything out of the ordinary- his senses were perfectly in tact. But something was off. His judgement was clouded.
"And how would you determine that," Loki growled.
"Because you are human right now. Right now, you are just like me, or the bartender, or anyone dancing in that crowd," Rebecca spoke bluntly, shrugging,"So acting like you are something more will make your night horrible. Just let loose, breath." Her eyes flickered to his face as her ruby lips mouthed,"Relax."
The bar's neon lights reflected off their drinks, the music pounded throughout the room in a hypnotic beat. The room was exploding in energy, and it was only moments after that Rebecca shook her head,"I can't just sit here..."
Her head was pounding from the drinks, her vision slightly uneasy. Her eyes washed over Loki's face, saying,"Dancing. I haven't danced yet."
Loki tilted his head,"You want to join that?" He nodded towards the crowd of drunkenly parading people.
"Yes. It's fun," Rebecca grinned, feigning fake confidence with the surge of alcohol running through her veins. Her hand took Loki's, her thumb running along the pale skin. For a moment, the music disappeared and everything was just focused on her touch. Loki's eyes widened, his gaze falling to her hand covering his. Her silky touch was running along the bridge of his fingers, tracing small trails as a way to coax him. And his body was listening. When Rebecca practically whispered, "Come with me," Loki found himself standing up from the bar stool.
Her hand interlocked with his, her fingers threading through his own as she walked. Loki's eyes followed the sway of her hips, the movement of her legs, the flow of her hair as she led him to the dance floor. He was amazed and baffled as they twisted and turned through the crowd, as if the people were making way for them. It was like a full body motion, dancing to the same rhythm.
When Rebecca finally stopped in a small patch of space, her fingers pulled away from his. Her body began to rock, her hips swaying back and fourth in a movement that was controlled by the pounding beat. Rebecca's hands raised into the air, her entire body moving in nearly primal way. But, Loki's couldn't help but stare. She looked so... free, so enticing and so beautiful like this. When a smile formed on her red lips, Loki couldn't help but grin as well. There was such a beauty in her presence and she was showing who she was.
The way her composure just left and was replaced by something nearly dangerous, wild, and uncontrollable was... unreal. Loki flashed his teeth when she moved up to him, pointing her fingers at him as she jumped, singing the words of the song blasting through the speakers. Rebecca twirled, laughing as she did, as she continued to dance on her own terms, unconfined by a desk and things to do. Even Loki had no control over her as she moved. It was a rare sight that Loki was determined to remember forever.
And yet when her dancing style changed, Loki realized he had no dictation over himself. Rebecca had stepped closer to Loki, her hand taking his. There was a dark glint in her eyes as she breathed out lightly, almost as if there was another being possessing her. Her hair was now tousled, her chest rising and falling to show the expanse of her breasts. There was seduction written all over her expression when she turned her back towards him. She brought his hands around her waist, pulling him closer to her as she began to rock back and fourth.
Loki nearly gasped at the motion, feeling her close to him in a way that seemed almost too intimate. Her backside was rubbing in places in a way that was... making him feel things he shouldn't. She was dangerously good at whatever she was doing to him, because this style of dancing was turning him on more and more with every passing second. Every sway of her hips was intoxicating, and Loki found himself pressing her hips further into him for the sensation.
He could practically feel her warmth as she grinded him, and all he wanted to do was inexplicable things to her. He heard her sigh into his chest, and Loki couldn't help but do the same right behind her ear, signaling to her that he was enjoying this sort of dance. It was giving him feelings unlike anything else, sending a tingling sensation through his blood that only made him want Rebecca's body closer. His hands desperately began to search the front of Rebecca's body, holding her tightly to him. He found the mounds of her breasts, concealed by cloth. He found the length of her smooth legs. He found her heartbeat. A pounding heartbeat that was fluttering so rapidly in her chest.
He found that he was holding her. He was holding a physical form that... wanted to be there. Someone wanted to be in his arms. Impossible.
Loki stopped moving and dropped the embrace.
Rebecca turned to face him, her dark eyes nearly light from the neon flashing bulbs. Everything was reflected in the pools of her chocolate orbs, and yet everything was absorbed. Loki just wanted to stared deeper into them, to search them in the ways he never had. His arm slowly snaked its way to the small of Rebecca's back, pulling her tiny frame to press against him.
"Are you still my prisoner?" Loki asked lowly, his free hand winding up to brush a string of her curled hair behind her ear. Rebecca found her fingers on his arms, slowly moving upwards towards his neck.
Rebecca could feel his breath on hers, his bright green eyes locked with her own chocolate ones.
"I don't... I don't want to be," Rebecca whispered. He pulled her closer.
"I do not wish you to feel like you are," Loki responded just as lowly, feeling her hands twist behind his neck and thread through pieces of his dark, thick hair.
Rebecca didn't respond. She just kept her eyes on his. Deeply. Unmovingly. She didn't want to separate from him. Loki... What was he doing? Why was he acting like this? Did he know he had such control over her? Did he know he was manipulating her to do whatever he pleased? Did he... want this? Could Loki want this? Them. Us.
Is that why he asked what they 'were' in the stairwell? Are they a 'thing'? Does... Loki like her? Is it even remotely possible for him to feel something for her other than the desire to dominate her? Rebecca couldn't tell. But... she didn't know. She didn't want to be hurt. She couldn't open up her heart if she didn't know if it would be returned. No.
No.
No.
This was wrong.
He was using her.
She saw Loki's eyes so beautifully watching hers, as if trying to read her thoughts that she kept so guarded. Because if he ever knew what she believed, then he would understand why Rebecca had pulled him off her. He would understand why she hastily walked away from him in the crowd of dancing. He would understand why he was standing there alone as she moved away, even if it was just for a moment, because another blonde girl had wandered up to him. And Loki didn't know what to do when she began to grind up on him to make him feel those addicting feelings. He didn't know that it was wrong to do this act with another woman when he came here with another.
So when Rebecca glanced backwards to see Loki through the crowd, she found him not looking back. She found him absorbed in another, holding the blonde to his body. She found him dancing, just as he had with her moments ago. And Rebecca couldn't take it.
She was right. Loki used her for pleasure. He never liked her. He couldn't have. He was using her. And Rebecca couldn't help but stare at the two disbelief as her shoulders shuddered, her lips parting.
When Loki did glance up to search for Rebecca, he found her about 10 feet away. Their eyes met through the crowd of people. He saw her orbs glimmering, wet. Her cheeks were stained with tears and her red lips were large, parted. Her head shook back and fourth momentarily before she bolted as quickly as she could away from the scene.
YAYY! Lots of angst and emotions. I hope you guys liked it! I swear, through everything, my readers are the best. Your reviews and messages just make me so happy all the time, and keep me writing. There is still much more to come with this story, so, don't give up on me yet!
