Chapter 2
(I’m only continuing bc people like it, I’m still very upset but happy for him nonetheless.)
Loki, living with us for over a week now, has made himself at home. Knowing that he was “fictional” has made him a lot less conscious of his actions. We have had numerous amounts of times we’re his flirting has gone way overboard. Tom has given him 15 time outs and that was all today. It was like he was unable to shy away from the spotlight. He was in it more than Thor liked chugging beer.
Tom hasn’t been able to touch me the entire week and he has to go a tiny mini tour for the fan meet and greets in a few days. It’s becoming unbearable.
It’s as if no matter how many times I try to throw myself at Tom… LÔkÍ… can’t seem to keep himself away. He jumps into our bed and cuddle both Tom and I. It’s been 3 times that I have woken to a sly smirk and beady blue cue balls for eyes, staring down at me. His deep, husky voice in the morning but times two because they both wake up at the same time.
How can one contain all of this sexiness?!
“Well good morning…” Loki says to me as I notice Tom is nowhere to be found. I squint my eyes at home and pout, looking from his face to my hand that lays on the top of his chest. “Hm… good morning… where’s Tom? You better have not killed him because I swear…” Loki stretches which retracts my body away from his. “No no, I didn’t kill your imposter copy version of me. He said something about photo shoot for the magazine.” I sigh and get out of bed, walking into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“Hm… what’s that?” I continue to brush my teeth as I look towards the mirror at Loki. “Wash dish yu mean? I-I’m brush-ing my teesh.” He summons a green one in his hand and shoves it into his mouth, following my motion. I could help but laugh but it ended up being a spit onto the mirror. “Wha? I’m just breshing mes lovely teesh.” I laugh more and he returns it back with chuckles.
After cleaning up, Loki went into the kitchen and I should’ve been watching him because I didn’t realize he was cooking until it was sorta too late. I rush into the kitchen to see him with a black apron on that said Kiss the God. I snorted which got his attention as he pulled out cookies from the oven and placed them on a tray. “If you’re laughing at my very clever message, I rather you follow it.” I become embarrassed and walk over to the cookies which were near him. “Come here.” He raises an eyebrow in disbelief but yet still follows my orders.
I lean over the counter and close in on his lips but just before they touch, I shove a cookie into his mouth and he yelps in surprise of the heat. I smirk before grabbing another cookie that wasn’t as hot and began to eat it as I plop down onto the couch.
“You know, if you weren’t a woman, I swear I’d hurt you.” I raise an eyebrow at him as I finish the cookie while looking straight into his now green eyes. “Oh really now, Mr. Daddy Issues? Hm…” I stand up and walk up to him. He straighten his posture before looking over my body.
My hand lifted a few inches in the air before being knocked away. Okay… I moved my hand faster nut this time in the direction of his neck. He dodged. I poured and moved both my hands to his waist. He jumped back. “You don’t want to do this.” He stated in a very confident tone as he got into a fighting stance. I do the same and lower my eyes at him.
I launch towards him and try to sweep his leg but he jumps up to throw a kick at my head. I dodge it in time thankfully because he tried to knee me in the stomach but I jump back to return with a left hook to the face. It hit him straight across which enraged him more and he liked it, assuming by the smirk on his lips.
This time he launches towards me and wraps his arm around my neck, lifting me off the ground. Before I could struggle, he twists our legs together so I was unable to move. I grunted and tried to reach behind myself.
I was fortunate to have grabbed a fist full of his black hair, I yanked it as hard as I could which released my legs. I back kick him in the leg which released his grip from my neck. I took the opportunity to drop to the floor and kick him straight into the jaw which he groaned from the pain.
“Had enough?” I pant from the fighting and pressure I was putting on my body from this. He only chuckles and looks in my direction with even greener eyes that seemed to glow. “Are you?” He says with a very clear, deep voice before he kicks me in my side which makes me fall to my knees. He walks towards me and grabs me by my neck, moving my hair away from my face. I choke and with no more strength, I watch him stand over me.
“Right where you belong.” He slipped his thumb into my mouth, only to open it and push my tongue down as if to submit it as well. “Such a good girl, you fight like a warrior. I see why this… Tom fellow is so enchanted by you. Yet if you weren’t his and were mine…” he leaned down to my ear and whispered gentle into it. “I wouldn’t have let you win the fight.” He pulls his finger away and walks past me, walking into the bedroom. I stayed there on my knees as I hear keys jingle against the door and a bright bouncing Tom follows through. “I’m home darling, did you m- why are you on the floor?”
I panicked and grabbed a rag from the counter and pretended to wipe up a nonexistent spill. “I-oh! Nothing honey, just spilled some water! Need something?”
As he walked near me, he begins to talk about today and apologizing for the not morning kiss he usually gives me. I panic more in my head by what happened with Loki. I mean we all know that he is a flirtatious psycho but I couldn’t help but notice how he dominated me and made my heart pound in my chest. Is this cheating? Should I tell Tom? Would he look at me differently? Even more, will we divorce?
I can’t tell him. I’ll just have to set some boundaries with Loki later.