Chapter Six (What A Night! )
After a while of drinking I was becoming extremely drunk; which was not good because I have work tomorrow.
"Loki I think we should stop drinking, I mean we have go into work tomorrow. If we go and anyone smells alcohol on us I'll be fired instantly." I told him slurring my words. We cleaned up the mess we made of shot glasses and spilt Vodka. "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to bed." Loki nodded and I walked into my bathroom.
My hair was plastered on my neck and face from sweating. How could he stand to see me like this? I can barely handle looking at myself right now. Taking my time I stripped out of my pajamas and turned the shower on. When I stepped in I let the hot water rush over my body before I washed my hair or even moved. I felt like I heard the bathroom door open and someone shuffle in quietly, so I peeked my head out of the curtain to see Loki sitting against the wall staring back at me.
"Loki get out!" I yelled at him.
"I mean no harm my love, just to keep you company." Did he say my love? No, it can't be. I must just be extremely drunk.
"Okay, but I swear Loki if you even try to do something—"
"I would never do anything to…. Without your permission." He said interrupting me and winking…. For the second god damn time today.
"I will probably regret saying this, but okay I trust you Loki." I closed the curtain and carried on with my shower. Whenever I was done I turned the water off and reached out to grab my towel…. I couldn't find it though. I swear I set it on the counter. I mean unless someone took it then I don't know what I did with it.
"Looking for something love?" Loki asked me with my towel in his hand.
"Loki give me my towel." I said sternly. Can this night get any worse? I am naked, drunk, and trying to get my towel back from a sexy god…. Wow.
"Why don't you come get it?" he asked sexily.
"I'm ass naked Loki, give me my fucking towel!" here comes my anger problems again.
"Oh fine! Take your damn towel." Loki said handing it over. Yes, I won! I wrapped myself up in it and got out of the shower.
"Now, can you please leave so I can put my clothes on?" I asked. He didn't say a word, but walked out of my bathroom. I got dressed as quickly as I could, brushed my hair, and hung my towel back up. When I walked out my bathroom I saw Loki asleep on my bed. Can't blame him for being tired, the trip from Asgard to Midgard must have been tiring.
I walked into my kitchen to clean up the glass shards from the shot glass I threw earlier. I bent down and picked the bigger pieces up and when I turned around to throw them away a sharp pain went through my foot. When I looked down I saw that the bottom of my foot was punctured by at least five shards of glass. Blood had slowly started to from around each impalement and was slowly forming a puddle underneath me. The sight of the blood made me cringe and I tried walking…. That made it worse.
"Oh my fuck!" I screamed. I didn't want to wake Loki but it slipped out of my mouth. "Oh my god…. I think I'm gonna get sick. Fuck!" I started to feel dizzy not only from being drunk, but also from the blood and intense stinging sensation in my foot. The tears came rushing out of my eyes, and I didn't even try to hold them back.
"Aubree?" I heard Loki question.
"Loki! Please come here…. Now!" I yelled back in response. Loki came running into my kitchen and when he saw me laying on the floor writhing in pain his eyes widened. He scrambled over to me as fast as he could.
"What happened?" he asked worried.
"I was picking up the glass…. And when I stood up I stepped in some: a lot." I stated trying to calm myself down. "Look at my foot." Loki lightly grabbed my right ankle and lifted it up so he could see the bottom of my foot. "Is it bad?" I asked, even though I knew it wasn't pretty.
"There are seven pieces of glass in your foot…. Some of which seem to be pretty thick. I can take them out myself, or I can take you to the hospital."
"I am going to trust you to take them out…. Hurt me once and we're going to the emergency room, got it?" I was literally about to faint. My breaths were coming in heavy streaks and I felt extremely cold. How the hell am I supposed to go to work tomorrow drunk and with a badly hurt foot?
"Don't worry Aubree I'll—"was all I heard before I officially blacked out.