
i put it in The Avengers category, because it's a better chance for people to read it 2nd Person. Puts you in the story. You and Loki are going to play a game, a little game of "Come and Get Me". M for later chapters
Rated: Fiction M - English - Loki - Words: 409 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 10 - Published: 06-24-12 - id: 8250587
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It's dark, it's kind of scary, and there is no doubt that you have no idea where the hell you are going.
Several times, you tripped, over your own feet, just because you swore there should have been a wall where there was not. Such clumsiness. Such carelessness.
In the dark, you know he lurks. He always lurks, waiting for the right moment. The right moment to come out and frighten you. Not that you complain, you always have liked a little excitement in your 'relationship'. Or... whatever it may be you call it.
A little game of Marco Polo in the dark. Was that qualified as a little spice? Enough spice to keep your excitement fresh.
Odin forbid you let it sour.
As you keep walking blindly, you see a small blue light take it's form in the middle of the room. Whether or not someone is standing behind, or even beside, it, is beyond you. The little blue light is so bright, after all, but you walk to it. Like a bug.
Where else would you go anyways.
Having made it halfway to the light, you feel a breeze. You hear a low chuckle, and suddenly, you are grabbed!
The light goes out.
All you know, is that these hands, they are unwilling to let you free.
They are cold, they feel like winter ice, and you close your eyes tight. As if there was not enough darkness to begin with.
Another low chuckle, "You are terrible at this game."
His voice. Relief washes over your spine, and you immediately turn to wrap your arms around his neck.
Those wintry hands become warm. He is smirking, you just know.
"Gods... you know how unbalanced I am."
"I like toying with you."
"I already knew this."
"Perhaps we can play another game." Loki says to you in a sultry voice, squeezing your hips suggestively.
You blush, hoping that, despite the darkness, he cannot see it, sense it... Feel it.
"Your brother is here, as are your parents."
"You mistake my suggestion for something devious."
"That is because I know you are devious."
"Mischevious." He corrects you, then pulls away and leaves you in the dark.
"Loki!"
"Come and get me." He says.
The lights are on now.
maybe i can stretch this out in a short series of chapters, just to see how this one goes. maybe, hopefully, a review floats down in my lap.
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