Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Valkyrie feels like this is the first time in her life she hasn't had a drop of alcohol.
And life is horrible.
You would think that the nasty headaches would go away, but they only became a thousand times worse. When she looks in the little mirror of her cabin, she sees a skeleton with sunken cheeks and pale, grey skin. Ugh.
And the worst part is, that her boredom makes her seriously think about acting out the stupid plan her drunken mind had formed three days ago. If she would have been bored at Sakaar, she would have well... been too drunk to even think about anything, or she would have just beaten someone up. But here, there wasn't such an opportunity. Turns out, the mead that Loki had poured at the damn floor, had been the last drop of anything worth drinking. And Thor would totally throw her out of the ship if she would hit one of his little subjects.
So yeah, there she is, the great last Valkyrie, Defender of the Asgardian people, teammate of the two royal heirs, friend of freakin' HULK, sitting alone in a corner. She is a zombie. A rat. A shadow of herself. Or how Banner would call her: Recovering alcoholic. Double Ugh.
She stands up, knees wobbly and weak and her hair probably a mess, but who is she to complain, right?
Valkyrie opens her door and looks out of the ships' window. Outside, it's dark. Not just dark, it seems like there aren't any stars on the sky. It is depressing. She yawns and wants to go back inside, when she hears a faint noise of boots hitting the floor. She knows those boots. They are expensive-looking and black and horribly shiny. She hates them.
Valkyrie ducks behind a column and listens. Maybe he'll think she is still in her room, and when he comes to scare her, she can punch a dent into his perfect jawline.
Or I could act out my genius plan., her mind says.
She shakes her head. No!
Loki is a few steps away from her hiding spot. She grins. Idiot. He walks by and looks like he wants to push open her door, but strangely, he hesitates. His hand hangs in the air for a few seconds, then he lowers it and steps away from her cabin.
Valkyrie narrows her eyes in suspicion.
Loki sighs and turns towards the same window she had looked out earlier. A sad look crosses his face.
Now is the perfect time, Val! He is distracted and vulnerable. Act!
"No!"
Loki spins around, his eyes green and light, like two burning emeralds. Valkyrie realizes, that she must have shouted the last bit out loud. And that he must think she is totally nuts.
"Uh-...", Valkyrie says and Loki cocks an eyebrow. "No? I mean: NO! Don't-..." She searches for an explanation for her weird behavior. "Don't... uh... look outta the window!"
Loki stares at her.
"The... The stars will make you feel so... lonely.... And you don't wanna be lonely?" Great. Just perfect. Nobody is going to think she is insane.
"The stars-...", Loki asks and brushes a strand of silky black hair from his forehead. "The stars will make me feel depressed?"
Valkyrie nods, embarrassed. "No, the lack of."
An awkward silence fills the hallway. Loki coughs and eyes the wall, like it reveals all the answers to his being. Valkyrie steps a bit closer. He doesn't notice.
"So, er... You are a monster, huh?", she wants to know.
He startles, but catches himself. "Yep."
"And you don't like me, so you don't tell me."
"Yep. You're a true genius, Val-curry."
"Shut up Lackey. So, if you would like me, you would tell me and I could sleep without worrying to be eaten alive by a giant lizard."
He glares at her, probably upset about the lizard thing. "Yes. But like you said I don't like-..."
"We can change that.", Valkyrie whispers, takes another step and suddenly she can feel his breath on her chocolate skin. He is up close kinda handsome. Not in Thor's muscleman-way, but in his own, unique one. She decides, that this is the one thing she likes about him.
And then she does something really stupid. She kisses him.
Of course, she knows that it will change nothing. Loki won't be in love with her after one kiss. And she won't be either. Hell, she actually prefers kissing women. Still, she blames it on the long time without any physical contact, but she rather enjoys it.
At first, Loki is rigid and frozen to the ground, but soon she can feel his heartbeat becoming stronger and faster and his lips move a bit.
It's not a dream kiss. They aren't prince and princess. They hate each other.
But it is everything Valkyrie needed and she isn't bored anymore, so yes, it was worth it.
She pulls away first, breathless and looks at him. Just looks. His light skin is flushed, a pretty color she would have painted her room with when she was little. Loki's hair is dishelved and messy from her fingers raking though it. He'll probably be mad at her.
He pants and stares at her with wide, adorable eyes.
"Now-...", she breathes, pats his cheek. "Do you still don't like me?"
Loki blinks, like he awakens from trance and then his face scrunches up. His brows furrow and his eyes burn with anger. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!", he shouts loudly.
"Geez, chill down-...", Valkyrie murmurs, but he is already storming away from her.
One thing she knows for sure: The next day is going to be interesting.