Chapter 5
Valkyrie sighs and drops her hand again. She is a damn coward.
It should be easy: Knock, let him open the stupid door and then pin him to the wall and force him to answer her questions. But it isn't easy. She is scared. Scared of herself and Loki's crazy moods. And his answer.
Valkyrie sinks to the floor and decides to stay there until the end of the world...Right, that had already happened when Ragnarok destroyed Asgard.
She is on the verge of drifting to sleep when she hears footsteps coming her direction. They continue, but come to an abrupt halt.
Slowly, Valkyrie opens one dark eye. Of course.
Loki looks like he wants to run away again. His whole boy is frozen to the ground and his face contorts between rage and panic. He looks like a scared little cat who hisses to protect herself. It's kind of hilarious.
Valkyrie stands up and yawns. Then, she grins at him. "Hi, Lackey. I waited for you."
He swallows.
"So... How ya doin'? Everything ok?", she asks.
He takes a step back.
"No? Why? Still brooding because of the 'incident'? Or have you forgotten about it?"
He mumbles something that sounds like 'Of course not' or 'That's a sore spot'.
"Well, anyway, I'm here to talk to you.", she says.
His eyes narrow. "I don't want to talk to you. Go bother my brother or Banner."
She laughs. "That's what I have been doing the whole time while you were ignoring me!"
"So what?", Loki growls. "Am I supposed to apologize? You kissed me!"
She blinks. "Yeah. And I don't get why you are mad at me. It was a kiss. Harmless. Innocent. No big deal. But you act like I had slaughtered a cute baby animal in front of your eyes!" No wait. He would enjoy seeing that.
"You are so..." He fumed and reached for a fitting word. "Just leave me alone, freak!"
"First you tell me what I did wrong!", Valkyrie yells.
"You are so stupid!", he shouts angrily. "You think you can do anything without having to face the consequences! You just take and take and take! And you know what; I'm fine with that, but leave me the hell out of your little game!"
"I had the idea when I was drunk, okay?", she tries to justify herself.
"But even then you just wanted to have a bit of fun, am I right? To mess with my head!"
They both pant, faces flushed, staring at each other. And that is, when she realizes.
"You... You were angry because I manipulated your emotions.", she whispers. "All you wanted was to be loved and now you had to deal with the fact that even the person who kissed you just used you as a means for the purpose. A pastime against boredom."
His eyes widen slightly, but then he looks away in shame.
Valkyrie doesn't know what to say. She would have never guessed that he, the aggressively flirty one, the one person on board of the ship who hated everyone except his brother, would care about being loved.
"I'm sorry.", she finally states, because there is nothing else to say.
He just nods. "Can I please go to my room now?"
"Yeah, sure, I mean, it's you room...", she stutters, feeling pathetic. "...anyway."
He walks past her, his shoulder lightly brushing hers and she almost jumps at the contact.
She watches him unlock his door with his fingerprint and open it. He hesitates, as if he would contemplate about answering her sentence, but then he just shuts the door without even glancing back.
Valkyrie looks at the door with a strange feeling in her stomach, a feeling she hasn't felt in a long time.
Maybe one day, someone would give him the love he is craving.
Maybe she could be that someone, if she tries.
But first, she has to make sure that there really isn't any alcohol left on this ship. Because god knows, she needs it.