A/N: TW: mentions of self harm later in the chapter (also mentions puke 😶)
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"I have to go."

I turned my head to the side, fastening the straps of my bra together whilst trying hard not to show how much I was struggling with them. I raised my eyebrow at Loki after he'd spoken, seeing him lever himself up from the bed, as I forced my eyes away from his exposed, muscled chest to meet his masked gaze.

"Is that relative to.. leaving the room? Or the house? Or the country? Or dare I say...the "realm" or whatever you poncy fucks call it." I muttered, slightly conscious to the fact that I was rambling and also to the fact that Loki had moved close behind me, drifting his cool fingertips over the span of my nape and upper back.

He caught my wrists and gently pulled them away from my back, replacing them with his own as he fastened they clasp with a lot swifter accuracy than my fumbling attempts. Fuck him. I'd been wearing bras since the ripe age of ten years old and he was suddenly able to fasten them quicker than I could. Did women even wear bras on Asgard?

"I have to go back to Asgard." He uttered coolly, resuming his tracing patterns on the curve of my back as I pulled on a pair of satiny material shorts that weren't in the least bit any more modest than if I were to parade around in naught but my underwear.

"For a short while, hopefully no longer than an hour or two." He spoke quietly, practically sewing the words into the skin of my neck as his jaw grazed the side of my head and my neck prickled with goosebumps again. I took in a deep breath and brushed my thumb against the marred skin of my palm.

"So eager to get back to your prison cell?" I muttered dryly with a smirk, and there was a cool breeze of air that danced across my skin as he chuckled lowly into the crook of my neck, manoeuvring himself around me to get off the bed. As he left I felt the air that surrounded me tighten with unspoken tension and I bit my lip as it became cold, colder than my comfortable coolness pressed against him.

"Clearly I've neglected to inform you of my recent position in Asgard." He spoke silkily, the undertones of a varying amusement lining every melodic bass note of his rumbling diction as he cut through the fragile body of silence that ran tensed, icy blades through our bodies like we were limp rag dolls strung up for its pleasure.

He turned back to me as a green glowing apparition scraped over his form, coating his body in a green and gold, leather clad armour that looked similar to the one he'd worn during his time in New York and on the helicarrier.

Unwanted memories picked at my mind with razor sharp nails of scalding metal and I clenched my jaw forcibly, clearing my mind so as not to give them what they so desperately wanted.
Now was not the time for nostalgia.

"I rule over the people of Asgard." He announced with a certain pride, but whatever pride it had elicited, it had been eroded somewhat by a flash of regrettable concern that was only dimmed by the glittering devilish mischief that seemed all the more vibrant in the dimming light of the golden sunset.

"Poor them." I shrugged, amused, feeling a shiver roll down my spine at the blackened smirk that had crawled onto his face as he observed me. A low, dark laugh escaped his mouth as he smoothed down his raven hair in the mirror and turned back to me, a knowing gleam in his eye.

"If I'm not back after two hours, either Surtur has finally brought ragnarok upon us, or Thor's back." He spoke as I pulled on one of my band t shirts and frowned. One of those things made zero sense to me, so of course I focused on the one thing I could happily understand.

"Say hi to Thor from me."

"Absolutely not." He countered bluntly, about to leave before I'd grabbed his wrist, turning his face toward me. His eyelids narrowed a little but a smirk graced his lips as my mouth drew closer to his. Of course he'd be expecting a damn goodbye kiss.
Which was dumb. Who did he think I was?

"Don't even think about leaving a mark in my lawn, I've seen the aftermath of Thor's little trips." I spat dangerously, my boldened warning causing Loki's eyebrow to quirk he watched me, smirking widely.

"Darling you seem to have forgotten, that I'm not Thor." He spoke smoothly, grinning before pulling me up into a deep kiss. One that I fought against initially, but eventually sank into, curling my hand at his broad chest as my lips moulded with his.

When I felt his chilled, sensual flesh leave mine, I opened my eyes, feeling the corner of my mouth twitch into a small half smile when I saw nothing but thin air where he'd once been.

I breathed deeply and popped my knuckles, turning to see that, to my utter disappointment, it was only a quarter past midnight as it so read on the shadowed mocking face of the clock at my wall. My mouth pulled ever so slightly down into what could've almost been perceived as a pout, as my lips practically cringed with how unnatural their position was and I rolled my eyes. Becoming all the more sick of myself by the day.

I wrung my hands out by my sides and lurched forward at the foot of the bed, falling into a disjointed forward roll that carried me over the quilt to the head of the bed where i regrettably planted my foot straight through the drywall upon contact, scraping my ankle a little but to my slight concern, ripping a large gaping hole into the wall.

What? so this massive god damn house could afford marble tiling but didn't think it was necessary to have strong walls? I tutted and removed my foot, sighing wearily at the friction scrapes around my ankle that were in no way significant to me in the way of pain and injury, but served as a depressing truth that it had been a consequence of one of the few times I'd allowed myself to just mess around and that it simply wasn't in my nature to be so 'aloof'.

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I refused to beg. If sleep had decided to be ever so distant from me tonight then so be it. I wouldn't grovel, I wouldn't plead. God knows the only thing pleading would be my liver when I finally scraped up the energy to journey downstairs and retrieve my stash of spirits once again. Perhaps, eventually my bad habits would kill me off, but given that even I myself wasn't sure of my own intentions, I couldn't decide whether that was just the point.

I hated to admit it but I'd only had three nights of blissful sleep that wasn't disjointed and stuttered with various torture weapons crafted by the own cesspool of my morbid thoughts. It had been the most sleep I'd got since as long as I can remember, and I regretted to admit that those three nights I'd spent close to Loki's comforting form, never once allowing myself to wrap my arms around him like they begged me too, but simply memorising, mapping out the feeling of his chilled solace.

It had been over three hours since Loki's departure so I had no choice but to decide he'd been caught up in something back in Asgard. Whatever he said about that..surter? Sutrer? The guy who'd fuck up Asgard or something like that. Or Thor was back. Not that I knew why that was such a bad thing or anything, you know, apart from the fact that they could have another squabble that would end in Loki plummeting to his death again.

I sighed and bit back a groan when I realised I'd been kneading my palm obsessively for the past god knows how long. Which usually meant one thing. One thing that summoned a second onslaught of self frustration.

There was a sudden scuffle of noise and I rolled face up, levering myself into a semi straight up position as I scanned my eyes over everything in the room that was coated in the shine of moonlight, expecting to see the face of Loki as he smirked at me from the entryway.

I hadn't however, expected the doorway to be filled with the silhouette of a short and slight figure, dressed in a long baggy shirt and clutching the slightly open door tightly as it's head faced me. As I allowed my eyes to focus further I clenched my jaw, seeing the familiar face as her eyes observed me. My mouth pulled into a grimace and I rolled my eyes, sitting up straighter.

"God, Coraline what do you want? What, Are you gonna tell me you had a nightmare." I mocked dryly as she stepped further into the room. I was about to tell her to get lost when my eyes strained a little more, suddenly alerting me of what was wrong.

She was trembling. Ever so slightly like she was freezing cold, but as my bare arms sank into the air of the room, the very body of the atmosphere betrayed her reactions with the warmth of the temperature, and forced another unsavoury reason to come to light. My eyes found her face again to search blindly for evidence to back the notion and sure enough, it was painted vividly across her features in the same way.

She was terrified.

Her eyes looked wild and her gaze flitted about rapidly like it was waiting for something to crawl out from under the dominant body of silence and reach for her throat to draw her in with it. Her chin quivered in sync with her limbs and I could just about hear the stuttering pace of her rattled breathing as it burst through her parted lips. When her eyes reached mine I was almost taken aback with the dread that resided there. Something had happened. I wasn't sure of what, but I could see the warning flashes of siren lights whirring behind her eyes that screamed for me to let her out of the caged torment that she'd fallen to as the victim of her own mind.

I swallowed the slight discomfort that had stretched over the span of my chest as I fought to breathe a steady inhale. Without a word I cocked my head in a gesture and pushed myself further to the side to make space in the double bed. My eyes followed her shivering form as she shuffled over, her hands clawing at her arms as her eyes searched the room, paranoid and glowing with fear.

I forced a neutral expression onto my face as she clambered onto the bed sinking into the mattress as she swallowed forcibly and faced the ceiling. I could feel the thundering pace of her heart rate all the way over here and I gulped uncomfortably, realising I had nothing in me that could tell me what to do to calm her, how to comfort her and make her relax more. I was ignorant and insensitive and I could barely find the mental capacity to remember to keep my mouth tightly shut so I didn't say anything, knowing that my mouth could do far more damage than I wanted.

I sighed and rubbed my hands together as she settled.

"You can stop being scared, C. Nothing is going to happen to you." I spoke quietly into the stifling silence that was only challenged by the short, panting breaths that still came from her shivering body. Okay. maybe I was capable of speaking without fucking shit up?

"I'm not scared." She countered bluntly, her voice harsh but cracking with the undertones of a paralysing trauma that almost crushed my ribs when it wrapped agonisingly around my chest from her simple three words.

"Okay C." I uttered quietly, barely even crafting the words into sound as she turned her back to me, curling up under the blanket in the fetal position. I lingered my gaze on her for a moment longer as she began to calm her trembling, and I couldn't help but wonder what she had dreamed or seen to make her act in such a way. I dismissed it as I knew I wouldn't get it out of her and I refused to disregard her privacy by forcing myself into her mind to see what troubled her.

I turned my back to her and settled into the mattress, biting back my query and trying to bid myself into a sleep.

No more than twenty minutes later I felt my eyes beginning to flutter with the weight of exhaustion, threatening to close for a moment before I heard her nervous voice call out into the deep black quiet.

"Promise me it wasn't you that killed my Father."

Cold shame gripped me

I grit my teeth, and my eyes closed tightly of their own accord as I was racked with pain that stemmed from the spear she'd cast into my the centre of my spine, twisting it until I was sure I'd be paralysed forever. Her words wound tightly into my flesh and cut off every breath I tried to ease until I was rendered light headed as my resolve crumbled. The frail, wary tone that laced her soft spoken words only turned them into barbed wire until the quiet query had grown into crashing binding of metal shards that bound me and cut me til I bled blackened turmoil and grief.

I knew that what I'd told her had been truthful. I had not laid a finger on whoever her father was and orphaned the little girl. But that was not the point.

The point was that it so easily could've been me.

Charlie could've so easily been one of them who'd fallen victim to the payment of my crime, like one of the many children I'd taken parents or relatives from without a second of hesitation or breath for their mourning and loss. I couldn't pretend I'd never thought about who'd been left behind after I'd slaughtered those they loved dearly. In fact, every conscious mourner added to the burning weights I dragged with me, scalding and so damn heavy. Every cry, every drop of blood spilt laid another ton of the glowing red stone weights that clung to me.

I swallowed forcibly and bit my lip, not having the strength to form the word that would accept her promise. I stayed silent, knowing it made it no better that I hadn't killed him and yet someone in the same agency had.

I hoped she'd think I was asleep. And it seemed she did as she sighed to herself and nestled further into the pillow ripping apart the wounds her wired words had left in my flesh, with every calmed breath that left her. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed forcibly, trying to ease the pain that racked every split open nerve that had frayed and sparked with agony.

I wouldn't sleep tonight...

A couple of hours or so had passed and it was now creeping into the early hours of sunrise as I chewed at my tender lip, drawing blood over and over. I could barely think for the guilt that poured over me in helpless waves screaming negligence and begging me to take it with bound open arms. Every voice of every victim lay root in my mind and by now they were screaming wildly over each other, deafening my silent plea and clustering my poisoned mind with a pain unimaginable.

I turned myself over to face Charlie as she slept soundly, her softened sighs pouring from her mouth that faced away from me. She was golden bathed in the preemptive glow of the sunrise that licked at the bottom edge of the sky, curling its vibrant orange tendrils around every fibre of the washed out periwinkle background.

The way she lay, sleeping soundly as she radiated the softened white glow of innocence that fell onto blinded eyes as my corrupt form observed from the rightful shadows. It seemed so wrong. Someone guiltless and blameless as her only a foot away from the twisted creature of my blackened soul as it shared the bed with what could've been held as pure sin. My obsidian shadow pooled around me, it's black restraints reaching for her softened, bright form with vengeance that pleaded to drag her in with me, to pull her into whatever pocket in the depths of hell that I had been resigned to. But I wouldn't let them touch her. I couldn't.

***

I leaned up on my arm as my eye caught on something on its path over her form. I tilted my head closer to see as I manoeuvred myself forward slightly. I could see it clear and plain as day as her arm had shifted in slumber and her shirt had bunched up around her waist. I swallowed a painful realisation and clenched my jaw in attempt to claw the emotion from seeping into my mind as I observed what I'd found.

Her hip and stomach were ridged with short inconsistent lines of purple, light pink and an almost white. Some were long and thick and others clustered in small slashed groups of three. Some overlapped and some curved. But all bled in my eyes with the same seeping blood that never had belonged to her. Her trauma was never hers to burden upon her, her scars were never hers to engrave upon herself. Every fleshy mark tainted her body in a bittersweet beauty that demonstrated only a fraction of the things she'd gone through in her life.

My mouth had turned up slightly in a small, saddened smile as I'd checked for most recent looking ones and, finding none, had resigned to pulling the sheet up from her thighs over her whole body as she slept quietly. I patted the material in place as my face fell into an impassive neutrality once more, betraying the feelings that tore at me on the inside.

***

Why did I feel such ways for a child who'd been almost bound into my care, who'd slipped into my life after a misdirected attack on my behalf. Part of me felt it would've been easier had she been successful in her plan to assassinate me when she'd arrived at stark tower, her hair unruly, her eyes wide and dark with vengeance.

I turned my body to face away from her again as my mind went wild with question that had begun to make me feel nauseous.

My heart rate had begun a steady incline as my mind was racked with images of her life, her death, at my hands. All because I'd dragged her into my mess by allowing her into my life. In each depiction she bled the lost fluid from her bursting veins as shot wounds, stab wounds. Her neck was twisted awfully in one and I'd begun to truly despise how my mind worked. This was one of the things I'd hated about witnessing such deaths. They stained my conscience with every image I'd laid my eyes on and now they had been painted onto the victim who lay only a foot away from me, sleeping peacefully.

With every nagging doubt that ripped holes in my sanity I felt my heart beginning to pound so forcefully there could've been fractures against my sternum as it slammed into the restricting bone. My stomach turned unpleasantly in a mass of anxious fear and ravenous guilt that ate me apart like it hadn't been fed in a millennia.

I fought for breath as the turning, unsettled creature in my gut swirled higher up my body and I grimaced in realisation as I phased my body into the bathroom, stumbling toward the toilet as I collapsed and poured the contents of my stomach into the bowl, which in this instance wasn't a whole lot other than the burning fluid of bile and whiskey and the remains of whatever I'd eaten for dinner last night.

The flow of fluid from my mouth carried on for a good while until there physically can't have been anything left as I gagged and spit nothing but dry nausea into the toilet bowl.

"Delightful." I muttered to myself, wiping my mouth with a facecloth on the side and leaning back into the wall as all my energy drained from me.

There was a brief moment of silence, only cut by the ragged sounds of my heaving breaths as I fought the urge to spew again.

"Want me to run out and grab a test from the shops?" I heard a gruff voice call from the doorway as I dry heaved again, feeling nothing come out of me but the slight energy I'd had left. I was left deflated, feeling my abdominal muscles ache from the retching. I sank against the wall, looking up to her with as much fire as I could muster in my seething glare.

"I'm not pregnant." I spat weakly, wiping my mouth again and grimacing at the strong acidic taste in my mouth that only triggered my nausea to surge again as I swallowed back another reflexive heave.

She raised her eyebrow dubiously and I rolled my eyes groaning as I dragged myself up from the floor with a visible struggle as my muscles practically screeched out in horror at their sudden use and lack of energy to use them.

"I'll happily take you to an abortion clinic if necessary." She muttered as I flushed the toilet and sneered at the smell. I physically felt ill at just the thought of seeing my reflection so I carefully avoided it, moving instead to wash my hands as I fought against the pounding headache that gripped my skull in a demanding hold.

"If only someone would've offered that when your mother conceived you." I muttered under my breath, heavily aware of the fact I was grumbling, aided by my lack of sleep and current aches of pain into a significantly worse than normal mood.

"They probably did."

I turned around slowly, twisting the cap off the mouthwash as I fixed her with a burning glare, wondering wether to accept the decision to tell her what was on my tongue; Wondering wether it was information that I could spare to tell.

"There is no foetus. There never will be. It's biologically and physically impossible." I uttered blankly, straight and to the point as I phased past her, never once stopping to read the reaction in her eyes at what I'd said for fear of seeing what I resented so much.

Biologically impossible
Infertile
Sterile
Unnatural
Mutation
Mistake....

She walked in behind me no more than a second later, observing each aspect of the room with her fingertips as well as her roaming gaze as I delved into my wardrobe, trying to find a suitable outfit

"Didn't take you as a jewellery kinda girl." I heard Charlie call over to me, her statement fading out towards the end as I turned to look at her, zipping a thick black play suit up over my body and strolling over to whatever she was looking at.

It happened to be a large glass encased drawer that she'd pulled out carefully, revealing an immense magpie's paradise, in the form of rows of elegant expensive necklaces, bracelets and earrings that glittered repulsively in the protruding sun rays of light that shattered its material worth with every refracted beam.

I snorted a short amused sound and turned to the mirror as Charlie dove into the collection, sliding glass about to run the fluid chains through her fingers and the chunky embellishments over her eager fingertips.

"Tony's additions." I explained bluntly.

"He said, and I quote, 'every woman needs the right accessories to get dressed up with, and seduce the men they're trying to slaughter'." I listed off in a harsh American accent, trying to mimic the melodic lilt of Stark's dry tone.

"I live by that." Charlie muttered.

"No you don't."

She turned to me with a large looking neck piece that formed a delicate triangle to sit atop the collar bones in a softened exaggerated gold luminescence, glinting perishably in its bittersweet poison binds.

"I like this one a lot... what do you think."

I raised my eyebrow disapprovingly, still not giving her the time of day.

"Or perhaps this one?" She muttered under her breath, draping a cold thin band over her neck that slunk around her flesh in a glittering with rich liquidity like it had made home against her olive skin.

Again, my face pulled into one of displeasure as she sighed and replaced it.

"What about you? What's your favourite necklace?" She queried absent mindedly, briefly summoning my gaze from my rugged reflection in the mirror to the shining metals that crystallised the refracted light in a permanent shallow beauty that outshadowed the image that I'd previously been staring at.

I thought for a second, my mind immediately flooding with vivid images of Loki's strong, large hands; the veins that rippled the skin on the backs of them and his adept, skilful fingers that held me in such ways. My bottom lip got caught in between my teeth subconsciously as I briefly wondered whether that would be a suitable answer to her question.

Deciding against it I shrugged, heading toward the door and leaving her to my collection that I'd come to realise I hated.

"The choker." I called out off handedly as I exited, smirking with the accuracy of my answer as I set off downstairs.
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I sprayed water over the hydrangea bush with the hose on mist setting as I walked around my garden, tending to all the flowers i'd been growing; my poppies, Lilies, sunflowers and various bushes of such. Charlie had trailed her feet behind me after I'd led out into the garden, following me onto the sun heated grass. She'd plonked her ass down on the lawn and was watching me as I moved about from flower garden to flower garden spraying natural bug killers and feeding them with a good amount of water.

There was a strange sort of obsessiveness that centred around my garden and the plants I grew, creating the only kind of pride I'd ever really known and yet, was addicted to. The fact that maybe, just once in my life, I could create or preserve a life, instead of ending one.

"So when are you sending me back?"

I finished the last of the rose bush and leaned forward a little, chopping a branch that was out of place even though it struck a little bit of guilt through me. For something so trivial as well. I shook my head.

I turned around, raising an eyebrow at Charlie as I made my way toward her.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I queried flopping down on the grass next to her as she weaved a daisy through the stem of another that she'd ripped from the ground. Which I wasn't all that mad at. Daisies weren't one of the flowers I'd chosen to grow. They curled up in the grass like an accidental root of white and yellow simple beauty and dotted themselves about in the green waves of grass.

"I mean, when are you gonna send me back or whatever? Kick me out back to wherever I was before."

"And where was that?"

"It varied. The streets, a children's home-but I set that on fire to be fair- Ive been moving around a lot."

I raised an eyebrow at that little admission of arson but didn't comment on it as I watched her weave another daisy into the stem of the last one, forming a chain. I could understand why she thought I'd be abandoning her at some point. I mean, I was just not the supportive guardian she really needed as someone so... broken... as she was. I never showed her any inclination that I'd want to keep her around but for some reason, in some forgotten corner of my mind, I did.

"So there's nowhere for me to send you back to." I stated bluntly, trying to keep the conversation from eliciting any strong emotions out of her. God knows I was horrific at helping someone who needed emotional help. And I couldn't for the life of me comfort someone who was cryi-

Oh god she was crying.

A single tear had bunched up in the corner of her dark brown gaze, running along the bottom line of her eyelid until it ballooned over, surface tension unbroken at her water line, threatening to spill over into a droplet over her cheek.

"Don't do that... that thing with your eyes- stop." I muttered uncomfortably, trying to tell myself her watery eyes were just a cause of her accidentally looking into the sun. She took a deep breath and quick as a flash swiped at her eyes, clearing her throat and avoiding my eye contact. Which was perfectly fine as I was too, avoiding her eye contact.

"I don't know if this is better, or if it'll make you cry even more,...but I think your stuck with me now kid." I uttered softly, steeling my voice so I sounded enough impassive to stop the slight emotion, that had spread over my mind, from showing.

The corner of her mouth twitched a little in my peripheral vision and I cleared my throat, looking up at the delicate japanese acer that grew up ahead of me; studying the gorgeous crimson leaves that donned the twisted branches as I cursed my awful emotional detachment issues.

"I don't believe you." She muttered darkly, her tone twisted with a corrupt resentment that wasn't directed at me, but rather whoever had gripped her mind as she recalled a memory. I steadied the neutral mask over my face and turned to her, waiting for her brown eyes to find mine before I could speak.

"Whether you like it or not you're with me now. You're a liability because you are associated with me. If I were to leave you now you'd be killed or tortured for information on me, and I'm sorry you've been brought into this but that doesn't change anything. I'm staying. And you're going to be safe...."

"Do you understand?"

A slight emotion I couldn't quite place flashed over her face as she blinked away the dampness in her gaze and gave me a steely, determined nod.

"Of course." She muttered and I clenched my jaw uncomfortably, wondering if she knew that she could've had an easy way out of this a while back, leading a relatively normal life as she forgot I'd ever existed.

"This doesn't mean I'm babying you." I warned harshly, glaring at her.

"You have to take care of yourself C."

A nod. I swallowed my apprehension and stood, waving a hand in front of her face so she could take it and haul herself up. Then we made our way back inside.

I filled the coffee machine with fresh grounds and sent a warning look at Charlie as she clambered onto the counter, settling herself on top of it as she shrugged at me.

"Get off the counter."

"What? You do it all the time."

"I'm not a clumsy little shit."

"Says the one who ripped a hole in the wall."

I stilled, my brows knitting together for a beat.

"How did you even kno-"

I was interrupted by a sudden, loud thump upstairs, audibly echoing around my ears as I snapped my gaze to Charlie, her curious eyes demonstrating she'd heard it too.

"Down." I quickly ordered Charlie, cocking my head as I crept closer to the doorway.

"behind the counter, Stay low. Weapons in that cupboard there." I uttered quietly, drawing a knife from the block and going to investigate, but before I exited I turned to Charlie, seeing her quietly open the cupboard. Her eyes flitted to me as I glared at her, my jaw setting hard as I swallowed my concern.

"Don't die."

I slunk up the stairs, listening out for any kind of commotion downstairs in case I had to leap over the banister and come to Charlie's aid in fighting off whoever had come to attack us. I cursed inwardly at myself when I felt my heart rate slowly incline.

This doesn't mean I'm babying you. Ha. Look how long that lasted you sensitive prick. See how damn soft you've become. Pathetic.

I rolled my eyes and ignored the scathing commentary in my head as I got to the landing and my eyes immediately fell on the door to my bedroom, seeing it cracked open slightly, but not enough for me to see into the room for whatever had caused the noise.

My heart pounded in my ears as I snuck closer, silencing my breaths into almost inaudible sighs as I tried to lower my heart rate which was through the roof. Not from fear... but almost gleeful anticipation.

One hand raised up to the wooden door, placing my fingertips against it with a minuscule submission as I splayed my hand out and pushed softly, enough to give the momentum for the door to creak open. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my stomach twist as the image before me revealed itself.

"You have got to be kidding me." I sighed, seeing the slightly cut up face of Loki as he held his arm tightly, sat on the end of the bed observing me, the distaste painted on his face as he glared and I rolled my eyes.

He hissed a little before shifting and muttering darkly,

"It's good to see you too, darling."

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Ohhh boy

PSA: this is still before the start of thor ragnarok in case you were wondering. Loki is still having the time of his life putting on plays for Asgard and that, as well as visiting his favourite lil booty call.

I'm rlly sorry this is just another filler chapter but I felt like some of the things in this chapter needed to happen as I wanted to create some more development. I promise you it's gonna get a lil more spicy after this bbs. ❤️

Hope all of yous are staying safe and having a blast 🥳 if you're currently at school my heart goes out to you ❤️

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