1New chapter up. Not entirely sure where i'm going with this one, but here we go anyway. Enjoy.
Alex POV
Loki was silent the next couple of times he delivered my meals. The lack of conversation wasn't a surprise, considering the topic discussed the last time we spoke. I wasn't upset by the silence. I honestly hoped he was thinking long and hard about what I said. Since my efforts to find a way around my magical prison had failed so far, my only chance at freedom was to have Loki release me, or have him make a mistake with his security I could exploit.
Several days later, I woke up to find my captor seated at my table, looking worried.
"Good morning." He said.
I sighed, rolling to a seated position. "What are you doing?"
"Watching you sleep. I used to do this all the time when we were together. I'd wake up before you and just lay there watching you. You always looked so peaceful."
"That is because I was at peace. I was sleeping next to the man I loved and trusted above all others. I had no reason to have anything but good dreams." I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes in an attempt to fully wake up.
"I have an answer to the question you asked the last time we spoke."
I had to think back. "You mean the one about why I wasn't enough to make you happy?"
He nodded.
I leaned back, so my back was pressed against the wall, and I waited.
"You did make me happy. Very much so, but some part of me wanted more. I was always jealous of Thor, though I never admitted it. I felt like I was growing up in his shadow, like Odin favored him over me." He shrugged. "I guess I know why. The only people I ever felt comfortable around were my mother and you."
I could see the sadness in his face at the mention of his mother. Say what you will about Loki, but you could never deny that he cared for his mother, even after he found out they weren't blood related. Her death had to have been hard on him. According to Thor, his younger brother hadn't even been allowed to go to her funeral. Now here he stood, his mother dead and I permanently relocated to Midgard. He was a man alone.
I couldn't help myself, I walked over and hugged him, ignoring the fact I was still in my nightclothes. The act must have surprised him, since it took a few moments for him to react. Once he came back to his senses, he returned the hug. I heard a slight sob escape from him. I knew he wasn't crying. He wasn't the type, but I could feel him relax into the touch. Sometimes you just needed a hug.
"I sometimes wish I could take it all back. Everything I've done. Both to this planet and to Midgard. Unfortunately, there is no going back, not anymore."
I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to tell him that there was always a way to be forgiven for your past, but I couldn't. He had done too much evil, to far too many people and too many worlds. I knew the person I once loved was still in there somewhere, deep down, but that didn't make his mistakes excusable. Loki was a man with few options. I couldn't help myself, I felt sorry for him.
"I'm sorry I drug you into this, but I have no other choice but to continue with my plan." He pulled away from me, but kept eye contact. "I do love you, Alexyia. No matter what I did in the past and will do in the future, I hope you can remember that."
Loki leaned down and kissed me. I was shocked by the bold move, but his lips on mine was so familiar, I kissed back. It was almost like muscle memory, like my lips knew exactly what to do and did so on their own accord. He held me to him, pressing our bodies together and I wrapped my arms around his neck, again, without realizing I was doing it. It was an action I had performed hundreds of times in the past and my body remembered it perfectly.
The moment only lasted a few seconds, before Loki pulled away, as if to stop the kiss before I remembered who I was kissing and pulled away myself. He wasn't smiling. He had a very neutral look on his face, so I didn't know what he was thinking and my own brain was moving at glacial speed. He kissed me on the forehead, releasing me completely.
"I must go, but I'll return later."
He left before I could pull myself out of the stupor I was in. I had just kissed Loki. The worse part was I enjoyed the kiss. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. The only thing running through my head was how much I missed Steve.
To Be Continued...
