WARNINGS: shape shifting.... Uhm... does B&E count? Its not really...
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The small pitter patter of paws was not heard over the loud harsh sound of heavy metal that blasted through the loft apartment you had managed to land.
Three months in and you were pretty cozy, having set up your art room and then everything after. Everything after included your makeshift library and then your kitchen, living room and finally your bedroom. Though honestly you had a tendency of falling asleep on the large plush couch in front of the large TV your brother had insisted on getting you.
He wasn't really your brother, it was just that you two had grown up together. After being friends at the age of eight and then being in each other's lives all this time… he could only be your brother. The two of you had swapped blood after all. You stared at the scar across your left palm, his mother had been furious and your foster hadn't cared.
He had driven in, bringing with him the majority of your belongings. He had stayed a week, both of you crashing on the mattress that was thrown on the floor the first night until you had managed to get the couch up.Â
Once everything majorly heavy had been set in its place; bookcases, dressers, the kitchen table, he had helped unpack what he could.Â
It was too quiet after he left. Almost all your life he had been a solid companion, picking on you, teasing, picking you up and beating anyone that messed with you.Â
You were sure this was the place to be, the job at the museum was a good one. You had left your cozy one behind for it, a chance, something new.Â
You had been lonely after a month, not very good at making friends unless it was the people at the chinese place you went to. Your brother laughing over the phone at you.
You had been rethinking everything. It wasn't too late to go back. You could beg for your old job and they would take you.Â
That was until you met him. Bright green eyes that at times flickered blue, sleek black hair, he was a very good listener too. You turned as he bumped into you, a smile nearly cracking your face, "hello kitten!"
**
It wasn't something anyone would call him, Loki knew and recognized this. Then again, he had snuck into your apartment when it had begun to rain heavily while he had been out and about.Â
Let's get one thing straight. He had tried to go out into public, but there had been many that had recognized him and even after all the work he had done to correct his past misdeeds he was still… hated. Some called it unwelcome but that was just a more gentle way of saying it and Loki was no fool.
He had attempted his wolf form but that was problematic itself. This kitten form though, small enough that he could squeeze into difficult places even when he had been able to get to and from place via his magic and portals, but it was nice to stretch ones legs and honestly he hadn't meant for anyone to see him but then the skies had opened and completely drenched him.Â
The open window had offered a safe haven and there had been no one about. He had just needed a second to regroup…
Of course when he dropped in and quickly shook he had been surprised to be scooped up by gentle hands. He hadn't like the cooing, had thought about just showing himself until she had tugged him in close and sighed.Â
He knew that sound.
And then there had been the crying.Â
He couldn't add fear to whatever she was feeling. It would be… uncouth.
She told him she was lonely and she was grateful for the company, shared her meal with him. He had been uncertain about the white container she had set in front of him.
"Orange chicken," she hummed, "maybe if you come back I can get actual cat food-" your laughter as he shook his head quickly made him peer up at you in silent awe.Â
He had of course thought he would visit with you, just… once or twice. You chattered, told him of your hometown, in the southern states. You spoke of swamp puppies (Tony explained this was actually alligators), showed him your art, some of it chaotic and some vastly different, images that were striking in color and graceful. He quite enjoyed the book full of 'doodles' as you called them. Quick sketches done in pencil, pen, charcoal, he had been surprised to find a black kitten in it just the other day, he ignored the way it made him feel, like he ignored the way your hands on his head and neck did.
He had memorized the floorplan of the apartment, pleased to hear soft piano playing through the speakers. You did that, once he showed up you would lower the volume of the music and switch over. You preferred the low sound of the cello and had figured out he preferred the piano though in truth as long as it was not the blasted cacophonous ruckus you called heavy metal he did not mind listening to what you did.
"It's raining," you informed him from the spot you had curled up in on the couch. He swept up next to you, a low purr escaping him as you ran your hands over his sleek raven fur.Â
He would stop these visits. It was not a good idea, not when he paused everytime he went to leave, or when he could only think of you during a briefing for missions. Or when he thought of cello playing softly as he tore through the enemies alongside the captain.Â
It was a bad idea to continue visiting…
He stared. You had left the window open and rain fell softly. He took these quiet times to shift back into his form, walk silently through your rooms in his supple leather boots and run his hands over the worn backs of your books.Â
Today he stared at the canvas of the painting you were currently working on. You had decided to paint his kitten form sitting on the wide window sill staring out over the neighborhood below, the sky in front of him full of rain, bright colored walls framing him. He wouldn't come back, he decided, making his way over to where you laid on the couch deep in slumber, there was a book settled on your tummy, your thumb lost in between the pages.Â
He reached down. This had to be the last time he looked at you thusly. Long lean fingers ran along just out of reach of your skin. He found himself smiling at the bit of paint in your hair. You sang and danced while moving around, telling him everything that popped into your head. Would you be that open with him if he were to come across you in the streets?Â
He leant down, pressing his lips to yours carefully, tenderly, this would be his only chance he justified.
**
You woke to the feel of silk in your hands, sleep blurred your vision, "hello kitten, decide to take a nap with me?" You asked with a little mirth. It had taken so long to get him to trust you enough to let you touch him and now here he was, your wild confidant fast asleep atop your tummy.Â
Your legs felt heavy and you stretched wondering when the blanket you dragged out to the couch had gotten so heavy?
Deep icy blue eyes met your gaze and your heart stopped. What you had thought to be your kitten was in fact the head of a grown man.Â
You shrieked, kicking your feet and flailing your arms in an attempt to knock the stranger off. How had this man gotten into your apartment without you hearing the lift? How and why had he decided that you were the perfect place to sleep? Who did that?!?
Long fingers wrapped around your wrists and the man easily pinned you beneath him.
"Oh God! PleEEEeeEease just take anything and go I swear ta gawd I won't call the cops!!"Â
He was a bit disgruntled. This was against everything he had planned. He hadn't planned this. He was supposed to leave. That was it.Â
Loki mentally berated himself as you screamed, shifting your wrist in under one hand so that he could cover your mouth with the other. "Y/N… st-stop… stop- don't cry. It is only me…"
You screamed against his palm, he was going to kill you. This was it. Somehow, somewhere, you had picked up a stalker and he was here to kill you. That's what they did right?Â
Loki growled and waved a hand, green whisps of magic wrapping around your wrists and taking the place of his hand. This only served to escalate your screaming and kicking as he gagged you. "I am not here to harm you, I will have to show you," he informed you in a low calm voice.Â
Jesus fuck. WHAT was he going to show you?! You struggled against the binds around your wrists, how had he done that?? You kept your eyes glued on him as he shifted back and- he disappeared. You breathed heavily. You were going insane. It was the only answer and a small meow caught your attention, the small black kitten sitting on your tummy.Â
You watched as the green returned wrapping around your little companion and the heavy form of the man took its place. A familiar set of green eyes staring at you.
"Hello kitty?" He offered, one perfect eyebrow lifting at you. Loki sighed as your eyes rolled back and he realized you'd just fainted.Â
