You were petrified when you opened your eyes. Loki was sticking to the wall of your hall by that fleshy red stuff you had seen multiple times, but this time was different, this time it felt like it was a part of you. You felt it move, you felt it tighten around Loki's body, you felt the move when you stood, gripping your side in pain. He struggled, wiggling in attempt to free himself, but you tightened its hold on him. He was a god, right? So, he shouldn't get too hurt if you held him tightly. "Unhand me . . ." he managed to grunt, cringing at the tightness.
"Not fun getting held against your will, huh?" you sneered, leaning against the wall as the pain dulled away. He glared at you, but it made you laugh. He seemed so helpless, now you understood why he enjoyed torturing you. His reaction was simply amusing.
"Let go," he grunted again, "Or else . . ."
"Or else what?" you smirked, "You don't look like you're in the position to fight."
He would've growled, but you squeezed him tightly, making him grunt. iOh the irony,/i you thought to yourself, giggly out loud, iI could get used to this./i You made the flesh lower him, but made sure you kept a good hold on him, "What do you plan to do now that I have control of my powers?" you said, walking up to him and looking into his eyes. Every time you looked into those orbs of his your heart always skip a beat, this time it was far more than a beat, his eyes looked at you begging to be released. You couldn't believe it, even when he was defeated he looked . . . he looked beautiful.
He hung his head, but you could tell he was smirking, "What 'powers' would you have if it weren't for me giving your little parasite a hand in waking up?" he stressed the word 'powers' as if he said it only to make you happy.
You slammed him back against the wall. You've had enough of people telling you things about you that you didn't know. What right had they to stalk you through government files? What right had they to follow you right into your home, becoming a part of your life?
You walked away, into the living room where you found that odd kitten on your couch. Loki tried to yell something at you, but you stopped him, covering his mouth with the glob of whatever it was. You sat on the couch away from the kitten that looked at you with caution, but slowly made its way over to you purring lightly. You raised your hand to pet it but it quickly backed away, cowering into the corner of the cushions. You sighed, iAt least I don't have to get Tony a cat./i
Half an hour has passed, that thing that was holding up Loki was draining away from your energy so, as soon as you put the chocolate cupcakes into the oven to cook, you released him. He quickly stormed into the kitchen as you were putting away the icing you had made, when you turned he had his hand raised to slap you, but you ducked, swinging your leg over and knocking his feet from under him. He landed with a thud against the linoleum floor. He tried to get up, but you pushed him back down with your foot. "You can't push me around Loki," you said sternly, glaring at the floor next to his head, trying your best not to look in his eyes, "Now go pick out some pyjamas for me, I'm getting tired of wearing this dress."
You lifted your foot off of him and walked out of the room, he got up when you were a good distance away. You headed straight for your bathroom, dying to take off the make-up you had on. After a minute of taking off the layers of make-up you went out and found a lacy green and black camisole set. You twitched in annoyance, but at least he set aside a silky robe near besides them. You gave him credit for that. Just as you finished tying the sash of the robe around you, you heard the oven beep from down the stairs. When you made it to the kitchen you saw that Loki had just taken out the cupcakes and set them on the counter, their delicious chocolate smell filled the air. He was filling a small bowl with milk, probably for the kitten that was running around his feet. "I don't see why you have to make a big fuss over things," he said, either to the cat or you, before walking out to the kitchen and back to the living room where he had some comedy show going on.
You stood at the entry with your arms crossed, attempting to watch the show but your mind kept straying to Loki. A couple of minutes have passed and you decided to go see if the cupcakes had cooled enough to put the icing on. They had cooled reasonably, but they would still melt the icing, so you waited another few minutes by looking out the window. The sky was dark, but then again, it was late. Odd time to make cupcakes, but you couldn't possibly sleep. You've spent to long sleeping already, and you knew that if you went to sleep Loki would trouble your dreams. Despite the T.V. in the other room, your house felt too quiet, it bothered you. It's odd how only months ago you were living by yourself, so used to the quite, to being afraid that you were alone. Maybe you're afraid that everyone will desert you, like before, only this was different because this time the people that were with you knew what you were. There were no secrets, well, other than secrets from and by Loki. Even Tony told answered you if you asked what was going on, only if you asked.
You sighed, stepping over to your fridge and pulling out a bowl filled with blackberry jam icing. You loosened the cupcakes from the spaces, just to make it easier for you to take them out to ice. A few tedious moments later you had iced every cupcake and topped them with a single blackberry each. You were just about to divide them, most for Tony and Pepper and the rest for whenever, when Loki came in and snatched one. You sighed with frustration, "If you want to stay here then make your own food," you growled at him. You didn't really care that he was taking your food, less junk for you to eat, but you did want pay back.
He smirked, licking off some of the icing playfully, "Sure," he said as if he were just agreeing to make you happy.
You sighed again as he walked out of the room, then looked back at the cupcakes. iI'll divide them later,/i you thought, deciding to go to sleep after putting them in the fridge.