romance in the darkBlack hair to just below his collar. Dressed in black. Black shirt, though hard to tell for certain in the dim light. Maybe a sweater? Tight like a long sleeved t-shirt. Black jeans, fitted close to his long, slender legs. Black boots. Not quite cowboy or biker. Somewhere in between. Stylish though, with hard heels that clicked on the bar's wood floor while he prowled across the room, then back.
She had been watching him all night. He stood out amidst the crowd of trendy hipsters and long haired hippies, and who the fuck could have come up with more opposite types given both started with 'hip'?
But he was neither a hipster, nor a hippy, nor anything that could be categorized. While she watched the sea of humanity roll by, he seemed above it all. As if their cares were nothing he comprehended. Aloof, yet fully aware. Watching.
Until he caught her watching him.
Goddamn. Those eyes. They found her, and pinned her to the wall.
She froze, unable to move. Unable to think. Unable to feel the
The Softer Side of Loki Contest EntryLove is The Best Medicine:
Loki crept into the room quietly, careful not to rouse the bundled-up figure on the bed.
"Temperature is at 98.7 degrees, sir."
He frowned, looking down at the tuft of hair that was the only part of Tony to be seen.
"And the others have been giving him his medicine by the hour?"
"On the dot. Ms. Romanov was the last one to have entered the room approximately 15 minutes ago."
"Alright. Thank you, JARVIS."
"You're welcome, sir."
Sighing, Loki gently sat himself beside the cocoon of blankets, slowly tugging until Tony's scrunched-up face came into view.
He placed a hand on the sweat-drenched forehead, feeling the heat of high fever, to try and share the natural coldness that his Asgardian form couldn't hide, wiping away the beads of perspiration that have started to gather and slide down.
"JARVIS, if his temperature doesn't drop by tonight, please contact the hospital and tell them that we'll be bringing Tony there, I'll go and inform Ms. Potts about his conditi
the obsession Ch-5He was still sleeping when she got up the next morning. It should have been the most bizarre thing in the world to her, since he hadn't been in bed with her when it was still light out since their first week overseas. The events from the day before, however, were clouding her senses, and all she could do was climb out of bed quietly, freshen up, and slip out the front door.
Her heart beat wildly against her, and half-way up the duration of the elevator transport, she regretted abandoning the hotel suite where she might have actually shared a warm talk or comfortable breakfast with the man she'd seemed invisible to for over two weeks. She sighed, and suddenly wondered if it had been this hard when Chuck initially abandoned her from his quest. She wondered if there had been a great conflict within him, or if he had done it with ease. The transfer had not happened overnight, but it had felt to her as if she just woke up one morning and he was gone, in more than just the physical sense.