Loki Vs Kilgrave
Pt. 5
You slept soundly, which isn’t something you do very often. Waking up to something tickling your face isn’t something you’re used to either. Something is tickling your cheeks.
Then you realize- something is tickling your cheeks.
Your eyes peel open, then blink in a series of flutters to chase away the effects of sleep. Finally, your eyes land on blue or green eyes- you never can tell which color- and note that those eyes are quite close to your face. Close enough to feel warm breath across your cheeks. Your sleep-addled mind hasn’t registered just who it is that’s invading your personal space, but you know the arms on either side of you makes you feel quite safe.
Until you remember that Kilgrave doesn’t have long black hair or those eyes.
You exhale sharply, ready to yell when Loki slips a hand over your mouth.
“Shh, don’t want to cause a ruckus, now would we?” he chides softly, almost cooing in his words. You muster up a glare that only causes him to laugh and tap a finger against your lips. You realize it feels cold on your skin, sending chills down your spine, and you jerk away at the sensation.
He must have figured that you wouldn’t say anything because his hand slides off of your face. Loki still remains in the intimate position, however.
“What happened?” you finally ask, your eyes sliding down his naked torso and then to yourself. You feel clothed under the thin sheets, but they don’t feel like your clothes. “Did you..? Did we..?”
He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s interrupted by a loud thud of a door being thrown open.
Both of you look up simultaneously to find Kilgrave standing at the entrance of whatever room you ended up in, and he looks furious.
And you’re in a compromising position with his rival.
Loki allows you to throw him off of you, choosing instead to recline against the headboard and appear unbothered by the intrusion.
You toss the green sheets off of you and move to stand up with protests building up on your lips, but Kilgrave stops you with a command to sit still and shut up. Immediately, you feel hurt blossom in your chest, and you recoil from his murderous gaze. The glare moves from you to Loki as Kilgrave approaches the bed.
“You bastard,” he spits, stopping at the foot of the bed with balled fists. “You knew to stay away from her- from us! And you,” he says pointedly towards you, “I told you not to be alone with him, didn’t I? And then you did just that! Why didn’t you listen? I specifically told you-”
“Oh, do shut up, won’t you?” Loki mutters, causing Kilgrave to immediately to stop talking. At this point, you’re fighting to keep tears from spilling over, withering under Kilgrave’s glare once again. He has to believe that you didn’t do anything with Loki- he’s got to! He knows you wouldn’t do anything . . . right?
At once, you feel the hold of Kilgrave’s command release with help from Loki, and you inhale deeply like you’d been told to stop breathing instead of talking. You’re able to move your feet, and your tears run over once they touch the floor. It’s cold, but it’s better than the heat of Kilgrave’s wrath. Even though you’re covered with some kind of clothing, you still gather up a bit of sheets to hold to your chest.
“If you knew anything about your dear girl at all,” Loki says, stretching, “you’d know she would never do anything to compromise your relationship. Dear me- I’ve known her for such a short time, and even I can see that. Are you really that dim? I was simply . . . keeping her company.”
Kilgrave’s mouth moves, but no sound comes out. Instead, his face only gets more red.
Loki touches your back gently, and you jump from the touch. “You may go. It seems that Kilgrave and I need a . . . talk.”
Without an answer, you let go of the sheets and stand. You don’t look up, but you do whisper out an “I’m sorry” to whoever happens to catch it. Then you move for the door, your bare feet lightly tapping on the cold floor on the way out.
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Your face reddens with embarrassment as a few people stop and stare at you in the hallway. It must have looked like you were coming out of the king’s room, and in some kind of bed clothing no less. Loki changed you from your regular clothes to some silky and gold nightgown that ended at your knees, making it feel more like lingerie than anything else. Shame overwhelms you.
You grip the fabric of the skirt and keep your head down as you make your way down the hall. Murmurs from passers-by arise with your presence, but they get louder right before you’re stopped by another presence.
The voice that booms before you makes you jump, but the person it belongs to makes your heart sink to your stomach.
“Why were you coming out of my father’s room?”
A raised eyebrow, blonde locks, and a red cape.
You stumble backwards, your tears forgotten.
Thor.