Once you had gotten done changing you began breakfast. Loki sat quietly in the kitchen at the Island while you make some decent eggs. You could feel his stare once again running over your body as you mixed the eggs and milk together. It wasn't a pleasant feeling, but, it wasn't bad either.
"So, you forgave me that easily?" Loki asked, his fingers clasped together on the Island top.
Still whipping the eggs you turn around to face him, your expression furious. "No, you ruined my bedroom! And the only reason I'm letting you stay is because you have nowhere else to go! And using your magic thingy to fix my room doesn't let you off the hook so easily!" You snapped, then returned to your cooking.
Loki bit back a angry smile. "Sorry..." he said lowly.
But you didn't answer as you poured the whipped eggs into the pan. The silence was killing him and you knew it. You watched Loki out of the corner of your eye, amused by his glare.
"If your really sorry you'll have to prove it to me." You said finally breaking the silence between you two. A risky call to say that but it was worth a try.
Loki growled. "And how do you expect me to prove to you I'm worthy of your so called trust?"
You smiled and looked back at the pan, spatula in hand ready to scramble the eggs. "I don't know, help around the house with the chores?"
"No." Loki shot quickly, blowing off your suggestion like it were nothing.
Your smile faded and was replaced with an annoyed expression while you began scrambling the eggs in the pan slowly.
"Why?" you asked in a bit of disappointment
"Because, I'm a god and I shall not stoop so low as to clean a Midgaurdian slaves domain." He said in frustration.
"(Name)..." You whispered at first.
"Excuse me?" Loki questioned as he watched you plate the food and then bring it to him, placing it on the Island top in front of him with silverware.
"My name is, (Name). Not slave..." You corrected, eye locked on his.
Loki's brow twitched and you knew he understood what you wanted.
Finally Loki nodded, taking up his fork, "Fine, but only because I owe you my life..." and with that he began to eat.
A warm smile crossed your lips as you seated yourself on the other side of the island and rested your head in your hand while you watched the god eat. You never knew that this would be so interesting, especially him, Loki. You couldn't help but notice the little food smudges on the corner of his mouth. And that's when it happened. You couldn't stop staring at him. You even felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but no matter, you didn't care.
Loki noticed your actions long ago but amused and curious, he said nothing. Loki, he watched as your mouth inched open, watching him. He wasn't sure if he should ask you is something was on his face, or just to let you stare. But as the god of mischief Loki of course had gotten an idea.
Slowly he put the fluffy yellow scrambled egg piece to his lips, letting graze over his pink bottom lip before biting the very end of the fluffy egg cloud. He watched you as you stared at his lips.
His lips looked so luscious and delicious looking you couldn't stand it. You watched as he slowly pulled his lips off the fork suductivly. But then he paused and a smug grin appeared on his lips.
You blushed furiously. You had just been played.
"You seemed to be staring quite a lot, anything wrong?" Loki asked innocently, smiling like a complete idiot.
"What? Huh? Oh, nothing!" You grin shyly and get up from your seat, scrambling to control your thoughts.
Grinning, Loki wiped the bit of food from the corner of his mouth onto his thumb and stuck it in his mouth then pulling it out ever so slowly making a little 'pop' noise at the end.
You frowned in realization he was just playing with you and reached for his plate. "I've gotta clean, so if you'll excuse me..."
Noticing your body language, Loki, his smile faded. "Why do you not react with your true emotions?" he questioned.
You were currently washing the dishes when he asked it. You paused and thought for a moment. Why didn't you use your emotions? Well isn't it obvious that he's just messing with you and because you hardly know the man!
Quietly you grabbed a washcloth and began walking back to Loki. Loki watched as you reached up to clean his face with it. You couldn't help but flash a small smile as he scrunched his face like a small child as you washed some more food from his cheek.
"Because I'm not that naïve. I just met you, Loki. Besides, I've learned not to go for the bad guys now..." you frowned and pulled back your hand to see him staring at you odd.
"Bad guys?" Loki frowned a bit.
You felt his beath's wash over you and realized you were too close to comfort.
"Yeah, my Ex-boyfriend abused me, hurt me badly, and then abandon me to die. I've never really trusted men since then..."
Loki quietly stepped back away from you giving you some space, sensseing to proximity you two were in. You smiled shyly and walked to the living room. Loki watched you struggle to hold back tears as you left him standing alone in the kitchen to think about what you had said...
Loki had left you to be in the living room to get yourself together as he thought about his own life. How similar it was to be beaten, abused, lied to, and abandon. Quietly Loki looked at himself and sighed. He never would've known Mortals had troubles of their own as well...
You sat huddled on the couch, hugging your knees tightly to your chest life they were a lifeline. You cried hard. You couldn't stop.
"(Name)..." Came a soft voice from in front of you.
Slowly you looked up and as you did a pair of lips touched your forehead...
-End of chapter 5-