Twenty Eight
I puttered around the lab for what felt like forever. Loki still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
"Jarvis, how long has he been in there?"
"Three hours, sir."
"Three hours? What the hell is doing in there?" I muttered more to myself, than Jarvis.
"Crying, sir."
"What is he crying about?" I asked the empty room.
"Would you like me to ask him sir?"
"No, Jarvis!" I shouted at my nosy AI. I pulled up a picture I had taken on my phone. It was a picture of myself and Lana. We looked so happy, wrapped in each other's arms. I stared at it until I felt tears run down my face. I laid my head on the desk. The phone now propped up, I cried quietly.
Large firm hands rounded my shoulders, fingertips toying with the fine hair at the nape on my neck.
"It can be like that again." Loki breathed.
"It was a lie." I turned to meet his red rimmed eyes.
"I never lied to you."
"You're the God of lies." I stammered.
"I never lied to you. I may have changed a few details, but she is me."
"We're you ever going to tell me?"
"Yes, and every time I wanted to, your damned Avengers showed up. I wanted to tell you so much." Loki tried to caress my face. I turned from his touch. He sighed and returned to lying down to heal.