It'd been five days since my encounter with Loki. I hadn't had any more overly possessive notes, thank the stars. I hadn't mentioned it to Steve or anyone at SHLIED, right now he hadn't been threatening and I didn't feel they needed to know. Maybe that's a mistake but I wanted to keep him a secret, something that was only mine.
It was so good to be back at work. I'd missed it and I could tell by the aching in my back and sting of my muscles that my body was getting weak from the time I'd been away, but my telekinesis was stronger than ever, mainly due to me using it to get things in the two weeks I was bed ridden. "Agent Hale." Came a familiar voice.
"Yes, Agent Coulson?" I asked, turning to my superior
"I just wanted to say it's good to have you back. We missed you while you where gone. Some of our recruits are just not up to stuff when put against you." His voice had a softer edge, like he was speaking to a favourite Cousin or Niece.
"Thank you." I smiled, please with myself.
He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a loud crash, a slap and then whole lot of "Ow!" "Hey, watch it!" "Damn it, Leighton!" I snorted.
"I better go see what's going on." He said to himself. "I'll see you on Monday, Hale." and he hurried away, into the direction of the destructive recruits. I chuckled to myself, kids never knew how to control either their strength or powers, the very few that had them at least. Most of the time, they hurt themselves and others when trying to perform the more complex combat moves they're trainers demonstrate. Coulson had told me he'd had to replace objects and equipment in three retaining rooms at least ten times each. Looking back to where Coulson headed, I decided to go home and read up on some of the countries I'd been assigned to. The moment I was back up to full strength, I was off too Marshall Islands, a collection of 34 islands that were quite small. They'd been having strange weather occurrences that Fury was pretty convinced had something to do with Thor.
I was just heading to my door when I noticed my bedroom window was open. I was certain I'd closed it before I left this morning, so on instinct I pulled out my gun as I pushed open my front door. "Hello." I yelled into the empty space. I got no answer, I don't know why I expected one.
"I'm telling you now, I am armed and I'm very dangerous." I let my voice drip with the confidence I used when confronting mercenaries at work.
"I don't doubt it." Came that voice, as the front door closed. I whipped around and there he was, all confidence, leaning againts the arch of my living room.
"You." I let myself relax slightly but I didn't lower my gun.
"You're going to shoot me?" He asked, daring me with his eyes. That smirked played across his face, the one that told me he knew I wouldn't.
"Why can't you use the front door or wait til I'm home. Like a normal person." I grumbled. Putting my gun back in the holster on my hip.
"Now, we both know that I am not a normal person." He took a small step towards me. I could feel my body wishing he would come closer. That he would touch me. Hug me. I think I want him to kiss me.
"Yes, that's an understatement." I muttered, heading to my bedroom to change. Of course, Loki followed me. "You stay right there." I stopped.
"As you wish." His smirked told me he wouldn't stay down here, he would still follow me.
"I mean it, Loki. Do not come up these stairs." I warned.
"Okay, okay. I will do as you ask, my half bad girl." he smirked again. I was starting to hate that smirk.
I climbed the stairs to my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and immediately pulled off my uniform. I stood there for a moment, suddenly conscious of the tall, dark and handsome, if not a little crazy, guy in my house. I didn't want him to see me in my shoddy house clothes that consisted of a sweater filled with holes and sweat pants that hand lost there elasticity on the ankles. I strode to my wardrobe and pulled out my nicest pair of jeans. I had just fastened them when my bedroom door flew open. I spun around faster than I ever had before, forgetting to cover my chest as I realised it was Loki.
"Wow. Dinner and a show." He muttered, raising dark eyebrows at me. Licking his lips as he did. His eyes looked hungry, but not one that suggested he wanted food. I looked down then, at my bare chest, nipples standing to attention at the sudden cold. A squeak escaped my mouth as I threw my arms around myself and turned my back to him.
"Get out!" I yelled.
"Why would I do that when there's a very beautiful, half naked woman in front of me." I felt him coming closer.
"I said, get out." I growled.
I felt his hands on the bare skin of my waist. I slapped them away with on hand and moved away from him. "OUT!" I shouted at him with all the conviction I could, because of course, I didn't want him to leave. I didn't want to push his slightly cold hands off my bare skin, which now felt electric where he's touched me. I pulled away.
"I don't believe you really want me too, but I will do as you ask. I feel an unyielding need to make you happy." and I heard his heavy steps leave the room, the door closing behind him.
I collapsed to my knees, steadying my breathing, suppressing the urge to whimper. My skin was very aware that he'd touched me, it felt good. Like his hands belonged on my body. The moment of weakness lasted only a second. I pulled myself onto my feet and snatched my bra from off my bed frame. I put in on and quickly grabbed the nearest t shirt I could. I raced out of my room and down the stairs. I glanced at my clock and panicked a little. Steve would be here soon. I found Loki sitting on my couch, a pained look on his face. I ignored the skip of my heartbeat. "Is there an actual reason you are here, Loki?" I asked, my voice flat.
"I am not sure. I felt an overwhelming need to come here." He replied, his face getting more and more confused.
"Well, you need to go now." My voice became a little urgent, something Loki didn't miss.
"And why are you rushing me out?" He asked, finally looking at me.
"Steve will be here soon." I replied, ignoring the strange feeling of guilt.
All of a sudden, Loki was on his feet. His face and eyes darkened. Fury written all over them. For the first time in my life, I was terrified. "L-Loki?" I stuttered.
"Steve." He said the word like it physically repulsed him, "Will be here soon? Am I correcting in thinking that this is the same blonde male that was naked in your bed five days ago?" He snarled at me. He reminded me of an angry wolf.
"Yeah..." I replied, unintentionally stepping back. He noticed and moved closer to me.
"You're still seeing that freedom loving fool?" He growled.
"Yeah..." I stepped back again.
"I have laid claim to you. You are mine." This angered me.
"Laid claim to me?" I yelled, "I am not some thing that you can claim. I am not an object to posses. I am a person. Not a thing. How dare you!" Without thinking, I raised my hand and punched him. My knuckles colliding with the side of his face. His mouth lifted into some sort of snarl and he reached out, his hand gripping my throat. I felt myself lifting from the floor and my feet flailed, trying to reach something solid.
"How dare you raise a hand to me. I am a God! I am Loki! The rightful king of Asgard." He yelled. My vision was fuzzy as I struggled to breathe.
"Loki." I spluttered. He looked at me, angrier than I'd ever seen someone. He squeezed tighter, straining with his instinct to kill me. "Loki" I whispered, my consciousness failing. I hit the floor as I felt my consciousness slip away. Before it went, I saw Loki look at me, and I was sure I saw worry on his face, but I couldn't stay awake long enough to ask. I closed my eyes and let sleep take me.
A/N: Wow, been gone a while. Sorry about that. I've been busy. Been reading a lot lately, helps me hone my writing skills. Plus the LCD on my laptop screen has cracked and left lovely pink and black splotches all over my screen. Makes it a little difficult to write, but I persevered. I hope you're enjoying the story so far, and I really hope you'll let me know what you think. -LolaLaural