Chapter three (What The Hell Is Happening? )
"Okay then, for a while you will not only be with me all day at work but you will also be living with me." I told him. Loki stared at me intensely for what seemed like some time and then he smirked. "Is there something wrong Mr. Laufeyson?" I asked.
"First off, you don't live with your dad do you?" he questioned.
"No sir, I live in an apartment building a couple of blocks away. Anything else you would like to know?" I wanted Loki to know that I do respect him and that I am here to listen to anything he wants to vent about.
"Ms. Stark, do you honestly think that living with an enemy is a good idea?"
"Loki call me Aubree, I mean that in all seriousness. But on a different note no I don't. I don't believe you are the enemy Loki… I feel like at one time or another we're all other people's enemies and I honestly don't think that you're bad. Your decisions weren't the smartest but I understand that you were under a strong influence of the Tesseract. Am I wrongly informed?" I think we're making progress… hopefully.
"You are correct about the Tesseract, but I must say my intentions were my intentions. The Tesseract just made my intentions turn into actions, and from there well you know what happened."
"Okay thank you." I scratched some notes down on a piece of paper. "Loki how would you feel about leaving early and talking about some stuff personally at my place?"
"If that is what you want to do, remember I don't get a choice. I am your prisoner, you control me." I didn't want him to feel this way; I wanted him to think of me as a friend.
"You are not my prisoner Loki. I am sorry if you feel that way, but I am not intending for you to. Loki if I can be one hundred percent honest with you I think you have the ability to be an amazing ruler, or a king even. You just need help with channeling that power and that's the only thing that I am forced to be doing. I don't have to let you stay with me, I don't have to be polite, and I really don't have to choose not to you your hands in cuffs." I said signaling I'm taking his cuffs off.
"Do you think that is a smart idea mortal? I could choke you with my own two hands, but I'm not going to... not now anyway." He said smirking and putting his hands on the table. I grabbed my key out my bag and undid his cuffs.
I saw that his wrists were rubbed raw, so being the person I am I kneeled down next to him. Loki's green eyes locked on mine and I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I grabbed his hands and held them between mine, still starring back into Loki's eyes. His somewhat icy cold fingers twitched in my warm hands. Slowly I pulled his hands closer to my face and kissed his wrists.
"I am truly sorry about this Loki. No one else understands that you truly are good." I whispered quietly against his wrists, tearing my gaze away from his. He moved his hands and cupped my face: forcing me to regain his gaze.
"At least you do… that's all that matters to me now." Loki murmured almost silently. I cannot believe what is happening now.