Chapter fourteen (Quite An Eventful Saturday )
"Loki what are you doing?" I asked concerned.
"You should really shut your mouth before it gets you into more trouble." Loki snapped at me. I stared at and then looked at him. He walked over and pushed all the down on the bed, like I did to him. Loki grabbed both of my arms and pinned them above my head, he then straddled me. He leaned down next to my ear and whispered. "You do not disrespect a God."
"Loki I'm sorry, I really didn't mean too." I responded quickly, but he covered my mouth with his hand causing it to sound very muffled.
"Love I told you not to speak." He whispered again, more tenderly this time. He kissed below my ear and trailed small kisses down my neck to the hem of my shirt. Ooh kinky are we? I moaned slightly and locked my arms behind his neck. I started to play with his soft, black hair.
"Hun, what are trying to do to me?" I asked sarcastically. He chuckled against my skin and moved his lips to mine. I kissed him back eagerly when I heard a knock on our bedroom door. I sighed heavily and pushed Loki off me. Fixing my hair and clothes I opened my bedroom door to see my dad and Steve Rogers. "What are y'all doing here?" I asked them.
"Why hello to you to kiddo, we came here to talk to you." I looked over at Steve and his face seemed very embarrassed to be here.
"Okay, can Loki talk with us?" I asked them.
"Of course," my dad said. "Steve told me everything…." All four of us sat in my living room.
"Steve I don't want you to think I'm mad because I'm not. Dad, and Loki, deserved to know I just wish you would have told me about it."
"I'm sorry ma'am." Steve responded quietly.
"Come here," I motioned for him to give me a hug. Our hug was short and awkward, but it was nice to know we were on good terms: I think. After the hug I looked over at Loki and he looked tense. "Loki can I talk to you for a second: alone." I said.
"Fine." He stated rather loudly. We walked into my bedroom and I closed the door. The memories flooding back into my mind from earlier. "What do you want?"
"Don't be dick, I did nothing wrong. Why are you being so pissed lately?" I asked him.
"Because of you, and then when you hugged Steve…."
"Are you fucking jealous I hugged my friend? We almost got caught having fucking sex when they came, I think one little hug won't kill anyone!" I yelled at him.
"See, you're blowing this out of proportion. You're mad if I don't tell you something and you're mad if I do. Make up your damn mind." He screamed back. "It's not my fault you're a slut and you like to screw every guy you lay your eyes on."
"Excuse me?" I asked him a little quieter. My eyes started to fill with tears, and I clenched my teeth trying to keep them contained.
"You heard me; you have no fucking to be mad at me." Loki stated.
"Fuck you Loki Laufeyson, I am done with everything." I yelled back at him and walked out of the room. When I walked back into the living room I saw my dad and Steve staring straight at me. I grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him into my kitchen.
"Are you alright Miss?" he asked me politely.
"You know you can call me Aubree, you don't have to be so professional all of the time." I replied.
"Okay." That was all he said before I slowly inched closer to him. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him slowly back until he hit the counter.
"Did you call me a slut?" I asked him.
"Of course not Aubree, what makes you say this?"
"Loki told me that I'm a slut and I screw every guy who gives me a chance. I don't know why he would think that." I said starting to cry.
"He's probably just jealous of us hugging, don't worry about it. I know you would never do that." Steve said. God, he's so sweet.
"Thank you Steve. I hope you're not mad when I say this, but I kind of want to kiss you right now." He blushed whenever I said that and leaned a little closer to me. I met him half way and our lips collided. There were sparks, but they weren't as big as the ones I felt with Loki. He slowly pulled away and smiled down at me.
"This may be inappropriate, but I kind of enjoyed that." He said laughing.
"Well if saying that was 'inappropriate' then we must be pretty perverted." We laughed for a little bit until we both decided it was best to go back into the living room. When we walked down the hallway I heard my dad talking to Loki.
"I'm sorry Loki; she's not usually this moody. But sometimes, you know, her ability gets in the way of her social skills." I heard my dad say, then silence, and then the slight muffled sound of crying. Steve and I got into my living room and my dad looked at me concerned.
"Is everything okay?" I asked both of them.
"I think we should leave you two to talk, it seems like that's what needs to happen here. C'mon Steve, let's go." My dad got up from the couch and walked over to me. He engulfed me in a hug and whispered, "Treat him good kiddo, he's just scared," in my ear.
"I will dad, I promise." I whispered back. All three of us said our goodbyes and they left: leaving Loki and I alone to sulk, and talk.