The sun comes up far too soon. Loki slowly calls you back to consciousness, and you peel your eyes open. You're tangled in the sheets, laying against his side. Suddenly you feel self conscious, and pull the sheets up to your chin. Loki laughs groggily, and presses his forehead into yours, locking eyes with you. "Hmm, darling, you didn't seem to have a problem with this last night."

"Darling?" You hear yourself giggle. Loki kisses your nose and nods.

"Yes, MY darling." You smile , and quickly peck him on the lips.

"Yes," you agree, snuggling closer to him. "YOUR darling." Loki laughs, and catches your lips with his. Even though the two of you have had each other, it still doesn't seem like enough. You have a feeling it never will be.

*

The two of you finally drag yourselves out from under the covers, and set about to find clothing. You don the green, silk robe you had been wearing the night before, and tie it again. Loki dresses, and catches you gazing at him as you sit on the edge of the bed. He smirks, one side of his mouth going slightly higher than the other.

"(Y/N), I can see someone is undressing me with their eyes," he sings, tying his leather gauntlets around his wrists. You can feel the blood rush to your face. It's almost like every red blood cell in your body is fighting to be seen. He turns to you, and rests his hands on his hips. "Someone is a little too ambitious for round two," He purrs as he strides over to the bed, and sits beside you. The mattress dips a bit under his added weight.

Loki moves the hair against your neck away from your skin, and touches his lips to your exposed flesh. A bolt of pleasure courses through your veins at his touch. He is like a drug you never want to stop taking. You're soaking as much of this up as you can before it's gone. You know for a fact that when this is, you'll be aching for it like a heroin addict aches for their next fix.

Loki slowly glides his tongue and his lips across your skin. You know this, and the bruising from last night will most definitely show no matter what you wear. This, you are sure of. Loki stops, and pulls away. You pout.

Loki grins broadly. "Oh, I like this." He tilts your chin up to look at you better. He turns your head, and presses his lips to your ear. "You know you'll have to beg for more." How you tremble at the thought.

"Loki, please?" He laughs.

"A little louder."

"Please!" You say with more urgency. You can tell by the look on his face that he is enjoying this little game. Loki crashes his lips to yours, and you press your hands against his chest. Then you pull yourself up, and straddle him. He lets his hands rest on your rear in response.Surprisingly, you like this side of Loki. It entices you.

Then there's a startling knock on the door. Loki and you quickly yank yourselves apart."Damn," Loki mutters, holding onto your wrists. He sets your hands in your lap. He beams devilishly. "We will continue this later. I enjoyed where this was going."

Loki slides off of the bed with grace, and adjusts his clothing, straightening himself out. He swiftly crosses the room, and opens the door just enough for the man to see his face. "What is it?" He asks in slight annoyance. From what you can tell, it is an older man on the other side of the door.

"It should be done by tonight," the man says. "You can open the portal then." Loki looks over his shoulder at you, and you pretend that you're not listening in on the conversation. This is not good. Loki is going to open a portal, and you know it's for nothing good.

"Very good." Loki leans closer to the man outside the door and whispers something you can't quite make out. The man then leaves, and Loki turns back to you, smoothing his hair down. "I have some things I need to do before tonight."

You nod, sitting criss-cross-apple-sauce on the bed. Loki comes to you, and kneels down to your level. How ironic, you think. "(Y/N), what's bothering you?"

You shrug, letting your hair fall in your face; he pushes it away. "(Y/N)," he says sternly, looking up at you with a stoic, but demanding thin-lipped expression. "Tell me."

You sigh, and take his hands in yours. "You know, I can't side with you." Loki doesn't look at you. "You could come back. We could be together. Doesn't the life you talked about last night sound wonderful."

He squeezes your hand and finally looks back at you. "It does, but I need revenge, (Y/N)."

You shake your head, pressing your lips together. "I don't understand. Why does revenge come before me? It sounds selfish, but it's just revenge, Loki. I would join you in a heartbeat if this wasn't wrong, and even though it is, I've still loved you. I've let you hold me, and I've let kiss me, even with all of this blood on your hands." You look down at your hands intertwined hands. "You can't see it," you lift his hands up and turn them so they are palm up. "But there's so much red." You put yours and his hands back down on the bed. He's hanging on your every word at the moment. You think you're finally hitting him where it counts. "There's so much, and a lot if it's your own, Loki." Loki looks at you like he doesn't understand what you're trying to say. "I know finding out you aren't truly of Asgardian decent hurt you. I know you still bleed because of it, but it shouldn't matter because. . ."

"Because what?" Loki says with a slight harshness hidden in his words.

You take one of your hands back and rest it on his cheek. "Because it never changed my opinion of you. You may have changed so much in the last year, but you're still you in there somewhere." You take his hand, and press it over his heart. "The way you treat me, with such tenderness and gentleness, is just one example, Loki. I know the boy I fell in love with is still here, he's just hiding behind a broken man."

"Broken?" Loki gets up, and turns away from you. "Broken?!" That's all he says before he strides to the door and yanks it open, giving you an acidic look before slamming the door behind him. You flinch. Well, that worked wonderfully, you think miserably.

You need to get ready and try to distance yourself from him anyways. You can feel the final battle of this war is drawing near. Your little fantasy with Loki is now at the part where the curtains are drawing closed. You lick your dry lips contemplatively, and pull yourself off of the bed. Your whole body aches, but you ignore it, and go into the bathroom to change into your clothing from the day before.