"So, tell me about your " you knew you needed to phrase this carefully, "former family."
Loki's face froze into a stony, cold mask of pain. You were a little on edge when his eyes got dark.
"Odin," Loki began. "Is old and weak. He lacks proper judgment. My mother is too dedicated to Odin to realize my agony. And Thor
Loki's hands clenched into fists.
"He's a foolish, reckless, stupid, arrogant, selfish, egotistical pig."
You looked at Loki's face, which was still transformed into its dark expression. You reached over to touch his hand, but he harshly took it away. Your eyes dropped.
"I'm sorry," you said, "I didn't mean to upset you."
Loki said nothing. He simply stared ahead, lost in a mental maze of hate. It jarred you to see him like that. You were afraid; one sudden move, one word, could send him off the handle. You had never seen it, but looking into his eyes, you knew it was possible. Night had fallen during your conversations with Loki, but you weren't tired.
You finally stood up and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. Hamburgers sounded good, since you just bought ground beef at the store. You washed your hands and began to prepare them. Loki's cold, hateful gaze remained in your mind. It terrified you. Soon, the burger patties were cooking in the skillet and you were washing your hands again. You turned around from the sink to see Loki standing in the doorway. His facial expression had changed. He looked incredibly forlorn. You let out a sigh and walked over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He flinched at first, but then he put his hands on your back.
"I'm sorry, Loki," you whispered. "If you need to talk more, I'm here okay?"
"It's hard to be the god of mischief when my heart is so heavy, weighed down by both our tales," Loki whispered back.
At this point, no matter how much he infuriated you before, or would in the future, you needed him now.
You squeezed him closer to you. You stroked his smooth, ebony hair.
"Try to put it out of your mind, Loki. It's how I cope, it might work for you," you said.
"I only wish it were that simple, [name]."
You held each other for a moment, his head buried in the crook of your neck. The timer for the burgers went off, and you reluctantly broke away to flip them. You got two plates and opened up a bag of hamburger buns and tortilla chips. You could feel Loki hovering behind you. Occasionally, he would run his hand along your shoulder. You felt that same bittersweet feeling from before. You still couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.
Soon, dinner was ready. You prepared Loki's plate as well as your own. Loki sat down at the table and you handed him his plate.
"Eat," you said quietly. "You'll feel better."
The two of you ate quietly. The food was good, but the mood was still a little down.
"A very good meal," Loki said when he finished.
"Thank you," you replied.
The two of you smiled at each other. Then, you elected to go and change into some pajamas. You wore a camisole and shorts, but left your bra on. When you went into the living room, Loki sat silently on the couch. A new look entered his eye. It was something slightly dark, but it enticed you, dared you to come closer. You suddenly felt exposed somehow. You took half a step closer when Loki stood up. He bounded over to you and pinned you against the wall.
You were about to shout at him when his lips collided with yours. You stood frozen for a moment, then seemed to melt into him. Loki pressed against you with his entire body. His lips were soft, but kissed you ravenously. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head back. You gasped for air as he began to assail your neck. The bittersweet feeling was even stronger now.
"Say my name," Loki growled, his lips vibrating against your neck.
" you panted.
He bit down hard on your neck.
"Loki!" you screamed.
You laced your fingers into his hair as he came up to look you in the eye. He looked more mischievous than ever, but his eyes were also tinged with longing. Longing for you.