Caged

Loki remained unengaged in your sessions; the new environment had done almost nothing to sway his desire to remain uncooperative. Your office’s aura remained icy as he sat opposite you. He sunk into the black lounge chair, clearly uninterested in what you had to say.

You felt awkward, despite you being the psychiatrist, it felt as if he was in charge of the situation, he exuded it.

“Loki,” you said, grasping your hands together, “Should I even pretend you will ever talk to me about what happened.”

He smirked at your comment, “I seriously doubt it,”

You resisted rolling your eyes. “Ok then, tell me anything.”

His eyebrow raised suggestively, “Anything?”

You nodded, less confident in your inquiry.

“You look great in that skirt.”

“Excuse me,” you replied, raising your voice. A fierce blush was taking over your face.

He shrugged, “You said anything, did you not.”

You huffed, “That is not appropriate and not funny.”

He let out a low chuckle and you felt your blush deepen. You suddenly became acutely aware of the man, no god in front of you. He was a foreboding presence, even slouched he was unbelievably tall, he was lean, but not lanky, the tight black shirt he wore exposed his biceps.

“It is insanely easy to know what you are thinking you know,” he muttered, drawing you away from your thoughts.

“Ok Loki, you know everything don’t you?”

He broke out in a grin, “Why of course.”

You crossed your arms, and huffed. His inability to provide anything of value in your sessions was beginning to get on your nerves. Stark had forced you to live with Loki and nothing had come of it other than annoyance. Standing up and flattening your skirt, you begin to collect your notes.

“Well Loki, always a pleasure, same time tomorrow?”

“Why of course, I look forward to it.”
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The sun was low in the sky outside the apartment, bathing the kitchen in a soft orange light. You hummed slightly as you danced from the fridge to the stove, you were making dinner for you and Loki, a simple carbonara. You didn’t know whether it was out of simple kindness or some ulterior motive to get him to trust you, perhaps a mix of the two. You were spinning the pasta in a bowl when he entered, clad in jeans and a t-shirt. This now common occurrence of him wearing “Midgardian” clothing was doing wonders for your schoolgirl crush on him. He almost looked normal, well as normal as someone who was devastatingly handsome could be.

“Good Evening doll, what’s for dinner?”

You ignored the pet name, “Carbonara.”

He slunk into one of the stools opposite you, “What can a guy do to get a connection to the outside world around here?”

Rolling your eyes was quickly becoming a hobby. You continued to mix the pasta.

He pouted, “Not gonna bite? Shame.”

“You know exactly what you need to do Loki, be compliant.” You replied, “Stark, your brother and all the rest of the Avengers gang, would be happy to have you involved.”

He raised his brow, “My brother, sure maybe, he’s always been a trusting buffoon. The rest? I am not so sure.”

You hummed in agreement, plating up the carbonara and placing a bowl in front of him.

“So what is your issue with your brother? He seems lovely.”

He grunted, “Oh yeah, I am sure you find him lovely.”

You peered at him, “What is that supposed to mean?”

He laughed, “You are practically obsessed with him, I see you staring at him. Do you know about Jane? She’s his little girlfriend, he hasn’t even considered you.”

You stared at him coldly, you knew you had no chance with Thor, he didn’t need to remind you. Standing up, you threw the rest of your meal away, no longer hungry.

“Thanks for the talk Loki, enjoy your meal.”

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Your ringtone awoke you from your sleep. You peered wearily at the alarm clock on you bedside table. 4:32am. You groaned and answered.

“How is he doing?” A voice rang out, too loud for this early in the morning.

“Excuse me?”

“Loki? Your lovely roommate.”

“Stark.”

“The one and only.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Currently it is 4:33.”

You grimaced, “Yea, in the morning.”

“Wow you can read the time,”

You could feel his smirk through the phone, and you were not impressed.

“Thanks, and he is fine, however, I am sick of him.”

He chuckled, “Yea, I bet your plan doesn’t feel so good right now.”

“I think that it is mostly you right now.”

“Ok, just checking in, see ya.”

You had never hated that man like you do right now. You rolled over and stared out the window, the sky was still dark, the clouds lit up by the still bustling city. You wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep, you knew that, so you reached for the bedside lamp. Your fingers brushed the switch, when a light outside turned on, illuminating the bottom of your door. The sound of steps made their way to you. Rubbing your eyes, you reached back for your phone. Softly sliding into your slippers, you wrapped a silk robe around you, shivering slightly from the cold.

You padded along the floor and grasped the doorknob. The shuffling outside was still going on, every so often you could hear a clink or a thud. Peering out of the gap in the door you were in clear view. Loki was in the kitchen, shirtless; his chiselled back was on full display. Heat pooled between your legs and rose up to your cheeks.

“I can hear you breathing doll.”