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soft-baby-dobrik · 5 years

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dibs // david dobrik

a/n: wow i’ve been gone forever. i promise i’ll try and write more and not get too caught up in my reality lol

summary: dom flirts with you a lot and david gets jealous.

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Becoming part of the vlog squad friend group was pretty simple. You were a little more reserved around them since you were new to the group, and they loved that. It made for more reactions for the clips. Although, you were newer, everyone had taken a liking to you. Especially Dom. While you weren’t as innocent, more so as quiet, Dom had a heightened attraction to you, especially since you were so hard to get. To you, Dom was an attractive guy, but sleeping around wasn’t your thing and you made that known to him on multiple occasions. Of course that did not stop Dom’s advances. You were someone who did not worship him or jump on the opportunity to sleep with him immediately, and he wanted to conquer you.

Little did he know, you had your eyes on someone else anyway, so truly he had no chance. David was the one you caught yourself glancing at when sitting around. His laugh could fill the entire room and your heart. The attraction was there for you instantly, but the more you hung around him, the more your heart pounded and your cheeks would heat up as he looked at you. He has the most mood-changing smile. His smile turned into your smile. The cruel reality that he was not interested in you was there, yet your feelings grew.

Keeping your feelings a secret was your top priority. It had to stay a secret so you wouldn’t lose friendships and embarrass yourself. Only one person you confided in and that was Corinna. With opposing personalities, you two were a great pair from the start. Both of you kind hearted and sweet, but you were just a little more reserved and awkward than she. Also, she was not an idiot. You practically drooled over David whenever he was around. She had told you to say “fuck it,” and admit your crush to David, but you refused to.

“It would just ruin everything,” you groaned, throwing your head back down on the couch and squinting your eyes.

“Or, it could start something,” she bit back, pursing her lips at your defiance.

You ignored her and continued on with watching your TV show.

Most days were the same, consisting of you attending school and doing school work and later hanging out with whoever invited you along anywhere. When a text popped up on your phone from David, you were slightly tingly. On many occasions David was the one who invited you to hang out, but you knew it was just him being friendly and most likely needing footage. Within seconds, your fingers were flying across the keyboard saying that “yes” to his offer of hanging out. He responded back in seconds saying to meet him at Alex and Dom’s place. Easily, you changed out of your pajama pants into leggings and left your house and headed towards your car. Your phone dinged as you drove and listened to music loudly. Glancing down at a red light, you saw it was from Corinna.

Bitch, are you coming to Alex’s?

Quickly you typed back:

lol yes? are you?

Another ding and she replied

Yea, I’ll see you there. Just making sure they weren’t lying to me for some clip shit or whatever lmao

Shaking your head, you continued towards the apartment. Once you pulled into a parking spot and made your way up to the apartment, you knocked on the door. Alex opened it and gave you a smile.

“Hey, y/n,” he greeted, sweetly.

“Hey,” you smiled back, walking into the apartment as he made room for you to enter. As you walked towards the living room, you saw Dom, Corinna, and David lounging on the couches. No camera was in sight, but who knew where it was. It had to be close by like always.

“Hey, babe,” you smiled at Corinna and went over to lean down and hug her. She grinned back at you as you plopped down next to her.

“Hey, babe,” Dom greeted, grinning, teasing.

“Hello, Dom,” you sighed, smiling at him to show you didn’t really mean any harm by it.

“You look nice,” he continued, moving from next to David, to closer to you. Even though you didn’t necessarily want the compliment from him, you couldn’t stop your cheeks from heating up. “Really nice,” he continued once again, eyeing you up and down.

“Too bad she’s my bitch,” Corinna butted in, leaning towards you.

“She could be mine,” Dom smiled at you.

“Like the other sixteen you have right now?” David added, raising an eyebrow.

“I would drop them all for, y/n,” Dom said back.

“How flattering,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“So are we needed for anything or are we actually just hanging out?” Corinna asked as Alex entered the room.

“He probably needs some shit, just wait,” Alex responded, monotone, flopping down on the couch next to me. I shot him a smile and he gave me the same.

“I mean, if you do need some footage, David, you could just record y/n and I making out,” Dom offered, as if it was an actual possibility. You laughed, loudly. There was no other way to deal with Dom’s continuous flirtation other than to laugh. David’s eyebrows scrunched as he inhaled sharply.

“Don’t need that,” David said, with annoyance.

“She laughed, so she may be about it. That would be good clickbait,” Dom countered, really trying to make this possible.

“I think David is okay on footage,” you responded, shaking your head once again. “And if we aren’t doing anything, can we at least watch a movie?” you added, looking around.

“Only if you’re watching it in my room,” Dom responded first.

“Jesus, Dom, cut it out,” Alex groaned. “Yes, a movie, out here.” Then, he looked at Dom, clearly over the game.

“But, y/n,” Dom murmured, “It would be a lot more fun just you and me in my room.” He turned to look at you with a smirk.

“Dom, shut the fuck up,” David said, not in his normal, joking manner. “She says no to ever sort of advancement, just let it go, shit,” David mumbled. Everyone glanced over at David and then towards you.

Dom being his usual bothersome self, continued on, “You don’t know, she may say yes this time.”

“Doubtful,” Corinna said, not amused.

“I mean you’d be surprised, a lot of girls just can’t resist,” Dom winked at you. You rolled your eyes before pushing yourself up off the couch.

“Dom, can you just stop?” you murmured, snuggling into your cardigan as you began to put your shoes on.

“Only if you give me a kiss,” Dom grinned and you shook your head, grabbing your bag.

“I’m gunna go, I’ll see ya later,” you mumbled. Dom was unfazed and Corinna gave you sad eyes, feeling bad for you already leaving.

“I think I’m gunna go, too,” David said, standing up.

“Love you,” you said to Corinna before waving at Alex and glaring at Dom who just blew you a kiss. You walked towards the door and heard David say his goodbyes. As you made it to the door, you head David’s rushed footsteps.

“Hey,” he called, as you walked out the door. He followed out quickly and shut the door. “I’m sorry I invited you here.” His eyes looked down at you as you shifted awkwardly.

“I mean, it’s okay, you can’t help what Dom does,” you shrugged.

“I know, but you just deserve someone who means those things he’s saying. Not just wanting to fuck you,” he awkwardly said with a nervous smile.

“Um, thank you?” you responded, equally as awkward. “I’ll see you later,” you murmured, hugging him quickly before going to your car, blushing furiously.

The ride home, you listened to music loudly and happily and heard your phone ding at least three times with messages. Once you pulled into the driveway, you looked down to see all of them were from David.

Hey, I’m sorry again.

Did you wanna come by later? I’m having some people over to hang out. The usuals

You don’t have to, but you’re welcome to :)

Quickly, you typed back and said you would be there. He told you to come over at nine and you rushed inside to see you had enough time to lay down and take a nap. He sent one last message saying it was casual, of course, and to dress comfy. You smiled before laying down. Another ding came from your phone, but this time from Dom:

I’ll see you later tonight, bb ;)

Groaning, you locked your phone and closed your eyes. Why couldn’t David flirt with you instead of Dom?

After your nap, you took a shower and got ready quickly. Leggings and a crop tank and cardigan and some Vans was what you threw on after getting ready. You texted David saying you were on the way and began to drive to David’s house. Where you lived wasn’t too far form David’s place, so you arrived pretty quickly. When you pulled up, there was no one in the driveway. Shrugging it off, you headed towards his front door. After ringing the doorbell, David opened the door for you with a shy smile.

“Hey,” he said, hanging onto the door.

“Hi,” you smiled back walking through the entrance. “Did I beat everyone here?” you questioned, seeing no one.

“Uh, yes,” he responded, awkwardly. You nodded as you followed him towards the living room. Trips to David’s house weren’t in a big quantity. As you waited, you laid down on the couch to see alcohol on the table and over in the kitchen. Criminal Minds was on the TV and you curled up, watching. David shuffled towards the couch you were on and sat next to you. There was a comfortable silence as you both watched the show. Your heart pounded as he moved a couple times and suddenly, his fingers were playing with your hair. Thankfully, you didn’t flinch. If you did, you were scared he would have stopped. He was so gentle as he played with the ends, and twirled pieces. From where you were, you couldn’t see him and hoped he wasn’t able to see the flush on your cheeks. Your eyes were trained on the TV but you were not even paying attention.

“Your hair is so soft,” he whispered, continuing to mess with it.

“Thank you,” you murmured, scared any sort of movement or sound could ruin the moment. Just as luck was, the doorbell rang and David shot off the couch and to the door. Sighing, you got up and grabbed a bottle of wine and began to drink. Dom, Alex, Zane, and Todd all barged through the door and grinned at the alcohol. David followed behind and seemed a little irritated with them, which was weird.

“There’s my girl,” Zane smiled. You grinned right back at him and ran over to give him a hug. Dom hung around you two and even though you were plenty of feet apart, you could smell the weed he had smoked earlier. Zane and you sat down on the couch and began taking shots together. After about four, you let Zane continue the process with Todd. Everyone else filed in randomly. Smiling and feeling dazed, you stalked off to the kitchen to see a couple people you were unfamiliar with and went towards the wine and grabbed a glass. As you sipped on it, you could feel the shots taking over your state. Music played just loud enough so people had to talk louder than normal.

“Hey, babe,” Dom’s flirtatious voice spoke as he came close to you. Sighing, you gulped down the rest of the wine.

“Dom, how many times do I have to say-” I began but was cut off by Dom’s hand finding a place on my waist.

“That you’re dying to give me a chance?” he grinned, leaning towards you.

You shook your head to signal no and stepped out of his grip. “That I’m not interested,” you corrected.

“Why not?” he pouted, coming closer to you.

“Because, you just wanna fuck me and leave me,” you stated, smiling up at him. “I don��t play those games.”

His hand wrapped around your waist this time and you couldn’t help but laugh for some reason. With the alcohol running through you and his never-ending attempts to sleep with you, somehow turned into humor. Easily, you stepped away from him and found your way into the bathroom. Stepping towards the sink, you inhaled. The alcohol had definitely hit you by now. As you let your eyes close for a second, you heard the door open. “Dom, I swear if you-” you began but cut yourself off when you saw David enter. He shut the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said, looking at you.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked, leaning against the counter. Gulping, you watched as David walked towards you.

“You know how hard it is to see you laugh with Dom? Like really hard since I was the one who had even pointed out how pretty you are,” David paused to look at you. Breathing was becoming hard to do as he came closer. He towered over you as he continued, “I was the one who admitted to having a crush on you. I even told Dom that and he still tries and you let him and it’s fucking infuriating,” his voice was so serious and annoyed and you couldn’t move. David Dobrik was saying all this to you and was touching you. His body was pressed against yours, making you crane up to look at him. “I’m the one who likes you.” Anger wasn’t there so much as irritation. His head dipped down towards yours but he stopped while his hand came to cup your cheek. “I’m the one who’s good for you, not him. I fucking like you,” he finished before pressing his lips against yours. It was a needy kiss. Both him and you needed the kiss. Once he pulled away, he looked down at you.

“I never was interested in Dom. I’ve had a crush on you,” you whispered, feeling the redness in your cheeks and chests and everywhere in your body. Your head was spinning as you admitted it. He tugged on his lower lip with his teeth as he looked at you.

“It honestly annoys me when he flirts with you and I almost want to punch him,” he admitted and it was his turn to blush. David Dobrik punching someone didn’t sound possible, but it truly was when it came to this.

All you could do was stare at him as he looked down at you, his fingers toying with the ends of your hair. Looking into his eyes, you didn’t even notice that you were both leaning towards each other. Once his lips almost touched yours, your eyes fluttered closed and he kissed you again. This time, he pressed your back against the counter and held your waist gently. Suddenly, the door flung open and you both pulled away to see Zane grinning in the doorway.

“Holy shit! Guys come here!” Zane screamed, giddily and clearly drunk. Blushing, you cuddled into David’s chest and tried to hide from everyone.

“Zane, stop!” David exclaimed, but it was too late. Everyone piled in as much as they could and screamed and hollered at you and David. He wrapped his arms around you, encircling you in the safety of his chest. After the shock wore off, everyone left and you could hear the uproar continue outside the bathroom. Your head was spinning as David pulled away and you whined at the lack of warmth.

“In a way, I’m kind of happy that happened, because now they know that you’re mine,” he said, smiling slightly.

“You didn’t ask me to be,” you pursed your lips at him, knowing if he did you would say yes because it was a stupid point.

Biting his lips, he smiled down at you, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Ask me in the morning again, so I’ll forget about the hangover I’m going to have,” you smiled shyly. He laughed loudly.

“Do you want to go lay down in my room?” he asked, pushing your hair behind your ear. You nodded and followed him out of the bathroom and to his room. Everyone screamed once again and you blushed. Once you reached his room, he tugged you towards his bed. Sitting down, David took off his shoes and then your own before laying down under the blankets. You scrambled towards him and laid down next to him. The room was dark and he tugged you to him. His hands played with your hair as you laid with your head on his chest.

“I’m sleepy,” you murmured, cuddling closer to him.

“Sleep, baby,” David said gently, kissing your forehead.

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imagine-loki · 6 years

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Immortal Fear, Chapter 2

TITLE: Immortal Fear CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 AUTHOR: fandom-and-feminism (nerdyfandomfics) ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki as a vampire with the same powers, raised as the adopted son of a wealthy man until he was turned as an adult. RATING: M (for later content) NOTES/WARNINGS: Minor mention of blood and injury, some angst and swearing.

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I must be out of my mind.

You rolled over in bed once again and tried to get comfortable. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw the gun aimed at you, heard the gunshot that could have, should have killed you. You could have died right then and there, and no one would have known until the next morning. Then, as though your mind came up with its own balm for your anxiety, you saw eyes as cold and deep as glaciers staring down into your own, holding you willingly captive in their gaze. A shy smile, a sharp fang. Remembering it made your heart pick up pace again.

He had shown you such kindness when he walked you to your car, which was still parked outside the bistro down the street and around the corner. He hadn’t made you feel obligated to speak, or even look at him, knowing you were likely still in shock, and as he scanned the streets for anyone else who might harm you, you managed to steal a few glances his way.

The stories about his physical description hadn’t done him justice; Loki was easily well over six feet tall and was the perfect hybrid of skinny and muscular. He had shoulder-length hair as black as the night that he wore brushed back from his face in soft waves. Dressed in black from head to toe, he sported a well-worn black leather jacket with gold studs on the back and shoulders up to the collar, a black t-shirt that had a green snake on the front, black denim bootcut jeans, and black combat boots that were covered in buckles and zippers. On his left wrist was a gold bracelet with a charm on it that you couldn’t identify in the dark.

A punk vampire, you had thought to yourself, and your jitters nearly had you laughing at the thought.

Loki had watched you drive away, and he vanished into the night as soon as your rear lights couldn’t see him anymore. When you drove past his house you could have sworn he was there, peeking out from behind the blackout curtains on the first floor.

You sighed at your fixated brain. You heard Victoria, you chastised yourself. People who associate with him go missing. He was just being nice.

Rolling over again, you reached for the bottle of chewable melatonin you kept on your nightstand and quickly chewed and swallowed two of them, and threw your head back down on your pillow, determined to go to sleep. You decided to count backwards from 200 to bore yourself to the point of sleep, and you reached 117 before you couldn’t think anymore.

When you finally woke up again, your head was buried beneath your pillow and your blanket was kicked to the floor. You had to unstick your cheek from the sheet because you had drooled so much. As your eyes focused you could tell that, judging from how high the sun was in the sky, it was likely closing in on noon. Groaning, you rolled over and picked your phone up off of the nightstand.

11:27 A.M.

11 missed calls

That caught your attention. The only people who ever called you were your mother, Jerry, and Victoria. Sorting through your call history, you saw 7 of those calls were from Victoria, and the rest from Jerry. You decided to call Victoria first.

“Girl, where have you been?!” Vic was frantic over the phone, and you could hear wind in the background; she was driving and talking at the same time. Her accent got thicker as she talked, something you had noticed she did when she was mad or upset. “Everyone’s talkin’ about it. You weren’t answerin’ your phone and people were startin’ to think he’d killed you! Where are you?”

You groaned again. “I’m at home, I just woke up.”

“He didn’t bite you, did he?” The question came out almost like an accusation, and you bristled.

“No, Victoria. He didn’t,” you said flatly, “but he did save my life.”

“He WHAT?!” You heard brakes screeching and someone shouting obscenities at Vic, and she had a few choice words for them as well. “I’m on my way to your place,” she said breathlessly. “You need to tell me everything. And please call Jerry before he has a conniption. He had me on the phone at 7:30 this morning. By the way, remind me to have my phone number taken out of the phone book.” Vic hung up and you ran your hand down your face, trying to clear your head.

You weren’t sure how word had spread like this, since you and Loki were the only ones around last night and the book store didn’t have any security cameras outside, but you did know this was going to be hell to sort out with everyone.

You dialed Jerry’s number and put the phone on speaker. “What the hell happened last night, (Y/N)?” was his greeting. “I leave you alone with the store and, what, kids pelted BBs through the window, and you don’t even tell me?! And what was this I heard about you and the vamp?”

“Jerry -”

“Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).”

You weren’t about to put up with Jerry’s attitude. “Damn it, Jerry! Listen to me! Last night someone came and shot at me with a shotgun and Loki happened to be there, right down the street. He saved my life, then he walked me to my car since I had just closed.” You had to stop yourself from smiling at the recollection.

Jerry processed that information for a few moments. “Why didn’t you call the police?” he demanded. You could practically hear his face getting redder as he yelled. “Or call me? I thought I could trust you.”

“Seriously, Jerry? I guess I was a little, I don’t know, how about shaken? I tell you I got fucking shot at and you’re worried about a few holes in the glass - which your insurance will pay for, by the way, not that you’d know, since you got me to look at the paperwork to renew it my first week there!” Your head started pounding and you massaged your temples. “Look, just call your agent and have them come out, I will call the police station and give them a statement, it’ll be fine.”

“Listen, can you come -”

“Goodbye, Jerry.”

You hung up your phone and slammed it down on the bed next to you. Choosing instead to focus on something else, you went to your bathroom and took care of business in there. You had just finished brushing your teeth when there was an urgent knock on your front door. Victoria burst in when you answered, visibly panicked and reaching for your neck. She turned your head from side to side as she inspected, and looked relieved when she was done.

“Thank god,” she sighed. “No bite marks.”

You rolled your eyes at her. “I told you he didn’t bite me.”

“I had to make sure. So what happened?”

Vic saw herself into the kitchen as you relayed the previous night’s events to her, and by the time you were done she had made you and herself a cup of coffee. You took a grateful sip of it and sat in your overstuffed loveseat, tucking your feet underneath you.

“So how did people know about him anyway?” you asked. “There was no one else around.”

“The bistro has outdoor security cameras,” Vic said simply. “When the owner was watching the footage from last night he called the police, worried that he had, I dunno, hypnotized you or something. The police never came out because the footage showed you driving off without him, but people started to talk, and, well, you know everyone knows me.”

You stared at the carpet, sipping slowly on your coffee as it cooled. “And now everyone’s going to know me,” you groaned.

There he was again, in the corner of your mind. The blue of the swirls in your rug reminded you of his eyes. As you studied the light streaming across the pattern, you wondered if it was true what they said about vampires, that they had to sleep during the day or they’d burn up in the sun. You imagined what Loki would look like out in the daylight, the studs on his jacket shining like jewels, his skin like so much marble. Thinking back to the night before, you remembered the touch of his hand on your cheek, how cold it had been, even in the middle of summer.

Cold as death.

“(Y/N)? Earth to (Y/N).” Victoria spoke a little louder and interrupted your thoughts. “Oh, no you don’t. You have that puppy dog look again.”

“I do not.”

Vic sighed impatiently. “So where does that leave you with him?” she asked, her head tilted sideways. You studied her face, her expression a mix of curiosity and concern. Maybe she was starting to come around, since Loki had saved your life.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “I’m sure he was just doing the right thing, I mean, he was right down the road and he said he heard them coming. It doesn’t mean he’s going to stalk me or keep watch outside my window.” You laughed into your coffee, and even Vic had to snicker at that.

“You know what I just thought about, (Y/N)?” Victoria frowned, deep in thought. “He didn’t have to do that. I mean… if he was just a dead asshole, he wouldn’t have blinked an eye at you getting shot. Free meal, you know?” You flinched. “But he did. I don’t know how, but he did.”

Neither of you could think of anything to say to that. It had occurred to you while you were trying to get to sleep last night, and it was still at the front of your mind - Loki had said he was bulletproof, but you had noticed that the bullet holes in the storefront glass stopped in a circle around both of you, as if he had held out an invisible shield. It baffled and intrigued you - you had heard rumors before that some vampires had powers or abilities, so maybe Loki did too?

Downing the last of her cup of coffee, Vic stood and came over to where you were sitting. She sighed and shook her head, her dark curls bouncing, and she bent down and kissed the top of your head. “I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said, surprising you with the relief in her voice. “Please make sure you file a police report today, you’d be surprised what you’ll remember when you think about it. I gotta jet, but I’ll call you later, okay?” You nodded and took the mug from her, and she went out the front door, mumbling to herself about garlic perfume.

You yawned and stretched, your stiff muscles protesting your odd sleeping position. It had to be close to or just past noon, which meant it had been 24 hours since you had eaten. Just as you were wondering what would be open for lunch on a Sunday aside from the bistro, which you wanted to avoid at all costs until this whole Loki thing died down, your stomach growled loudly. You knew you didn’t have much to eat at home, and there was no way you were going to brave the bistro, so you decided to choose the lesser of two evils.

No time for lunch, you thought. I’ll just grab some coffee and a pastry at the police station.

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Holding one hand over your gurgling stomach - you had to come on the one day the station wasn’t stocked with snacks - you watched the officer sitting in front of you at his desk as he typed out your report in his computer.

“And did you see what kind of car it was?” Officer Davidson asked you for the fifth time, in his droning, monotonous voice that would put the perkiest people to sleep.

You yawned again, shifting your hips in the uncomfortable chair. “No,” you repeated, “I was a bit busy getting shot at.” You were tired of relating the same story, over and over. You had been here at least two hours and you were starving.

“Miss, I know this is frustrating, but we just don’t have much to go on. You don’t remember anything about the car, or the people in it, or anything about the gun except it was a shotgun. Lots of people around here have a shotgun.” Davidson pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Thinking about it more may jog your memory.”

“What about Loki?” you asked, genuinely curious why Davidson hadn’t mentioned him already. “He saw everything, why don’t you let me go get some lunch and then call him tonight?”

Davidson cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, uh, we can’t use testimony from the undead, miss (Y/N). It’s the law.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” you groaned. “The only witness, and you won’t take his word. Well that’s just great. And no one calls them ‘undead’ anymore, by the way.”

“If I may be frank,” Davidson said, frowning deeply, “it’s probably a good thing their word is admissible, at least for them, because for one thing, that vamp what wrote that book would probably be arrested if his word could be taken up as a confession. Basilton didn’t write it until that law was passed and he knew he wouldn’t be convicted of murder.”

Maybe it was inadequate caffeine, maybe it was hunger, but his comment made you see red, and you stood up so fast it knocked over the flimsy chair you were sitting on. “The only reason vampires used to kill people was because they’d be hunted if the people they drank from ratted them out,” you spat at him. “They don’t do that anymore and it’s people like you, still perpetuating stupid myths, that keep vampires from being equal members of society. Now if you’re not going to help me, I may as well just go.”

You turned to leave and Officer Davidson grabbed your wrist. “Listen well,” he murmured through his clenched teeth. You tried to pull your arm away but he was stronger than you. “Folks around here like things a certain way. Ain’t no point in goin’ against the flow here. Stay away from Loki or you’ll find your time here to be real difficult, you hear?”

You stared at him, adrenaline emboldening your tone as your heart raced with anger. “Is that a threat?”

Davidson released your wrist and returned to his computer. “That’s a promise. I’ll finish this up and see if any of the businesses around the block had outdoor security cams. Don’t say I can’t do my job.” He looked back up at you with narrowed eyes, and you took a step back. “Remember what I said.”

“Loki saved my life,” you said slowly, emphasizing each word. “You’re lucky you’re dealing with this instead of a murder. If that means nothing to you, I’m not the one with a problem.”

You drove home from the station in a huff, more hungry than before. Still determined to avoid the bistro and the associated drama, you called Victoria and asked her to run to the bistro for you and pick up a sandwich and a drink.

Half an hour later Vic was knocking at your front door, and your jaw dropped when you saw what she brought.

“Which catering company did you rob?” you teased as she brought the armful of trays in and sat them on your dining table. Box after box of every Chinese food you could think of covered the entire surface. “Um, Vic, we can’t eat all of this.”

Victoria waved her hand dismissively. “Child, you never have food in this house. Now go get a plate.” You loved having her in your life - Vic’s unpredictability often meant she was almost always an impulse away from a grand gesture.

It was exactly what you needed, an afternoon of girl time to decompress and talk about meaningless things. Apparently Vic was fending off a lot of nosy people asking about the bistro footage, and had kept them from hounding you all day. Once again you wondered how in the world you could have gotten on in this town without her. The one thing you wanted to talk about, you avoided, knowing it was a bad idea to bring him up.

“I can’t believe Davidson mouthed off at you like that,” Vic said around a mouthful of sesame chicken. She had gotten food all over her white tank top - the one she wore to show off her summer tan that she really didn’t need with her gorgeous amber-brown skin - and she decided to just take it off in the middle of talking so she was in her jogging bra. “That’s better. Anyway, he’s an ass. Most of the time the cops around here don’t know which end is up. I bet he would have arrested you for arguing with him if he could’ve gotten away with it.”

“You’re probably right,” you agreed. “It doesn’t matter, he said he’d take care of it. I don’t think he’ll bother Loki since he said the word of a vampire is legally meaningless.” You looked up at Vic and she had her eyebrow raised at you again. “What?”

“Nothing, I just hear you talking about him a lot, is all.”

“He did save my -”

“Save your life, I know. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful he did.”

You stirred your teriyaki shrimp and vegetables with the rice in your bowl. You weren’t sure why you felt so defensive of Loki all of a sudden; it wasn’t like you knew him as a person. Victoria seemed to be riding the fence when it came to him now, and saving you was certainly a huge plus in his favor. But the prospect of actually seeing him again made your stomach flip. You would be lying to yourself if you believed it was entirely because you were afraid of him.

“You like him, don’t you?” Vic’s voice was soft, not sad or accusational, but surprised.

You met her dark brown eyes and all you could think of was Loki’s blue ones. “I don’t know,” you said honestly. “Maybe it’s the fact that he - you know. Maybe it’s because he’s…”

“Insanely hot?”

You laughed. “I thought you wanted me to stay away from him!”

“Hey, I may be wary, but I ain’t blind. I’ve seen him before, and yeah, I guess I wouldn’t kick him out of my bed if he crawled in it. In other words, I wouldn’t let him out once he got in, if he was human.” Vic laughed so hard she snorted, which made you laugh along with her.

“In all seriousness, though,” Vic continued, “just be careful - whatever you do. I can’t make you stay away from him if you don’t want to. I’d be a fuckin’ hypocrite if I tried. I see the spark in your eyes. I may not have known you long, but I know you well enough to know that once you have your mind made up about something there’s no changing it. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Vampires can be dangerous. Some out there only see us as refrigerators for their next meal.”

You set your bowl on the coffee table in front of you and looked out the window. It was evening but it was still a few hours away from sunset. You knew Victoria had a point but curiosity and plain old hormones were getting the better of your sense. “I was thinking I might go see him tonight, just to thank him for yesterday,” you mumbled, distracted. “I mean, it feels impolite not to.”

Victoria was silent for a moment before she replied, her tone tentative and maternal. “Want me to go with you?”

Your heart skipped as you imagined Loki answering the front door of his huge house, all tall and imposing, and you realized you didn’t want Vic to be there to see the way you were probably going to react to him.

“I think I’ll be okay,” you said with mock confidence. “I’m just going to pop over there for a minute.”

“Well, I’m gonna put the rest of this food in the fridge for you. Please go to the store in the next couple of days, girl.” Victoria winked at you and rose from the chair, slinging her white shirt over her shoulder.

“Why do I need to do that when you bring me enough food for an army every time I run out?” you teased.

When Victoria finally left, after insisting you call her when you got home regardless of what time it was, it was right at 6 in the evening, and you were starting to feel tired from all the Chinese food you ate. You took the dirty dishes to the kitchen and washed them, thinking all the while about what you would say to Loki when you saw him. Would he want to see you again? You chewed on your lip as you thought of the possibility that Loki had done what he felt like he had to do and didn’t want anything else to do with you. Would he slam the door in your face? Would he answer the door at all? Sunset was still a good three hours away, and you didn’t want to sit around waiting, so once you were done you decided to go out walking toward Loki’s house. Armed with your taser and dressed in comfortable jean shorts and a racerback tank top, you set off.

Loki only lived about a mile from your house so you kept your pace slow, taking in the scenery you normally drove past too quickly to really see. You had music playing on your phone, which was tucked in your pocket, and it was nice to have some time to yourself after such a busy and hectic day. You even stopped for a while to sit on a bench and gather your nerve, trying to think of every possible scenario and how to react, but all it did was make you nervous all over again. Just as the first colors of dusk touched the sky, you started walking again, and it was fully dark by the time you reached Loki’s property. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you tripped over a hole in the sidewalk and scraped your knees and palms trying to catch your fall.

Oh, this is just fucking great, you swore at yourself, wincing as you wiped the rocks and dirt out of the scrapes. I’m going to a vampire’s house covered in my own blood. Vic would drag me back home by my ears if she was here.

With a slight limp, keeping your hands clasped in front of you, you headed up the walkway to Loki’s house. The large manor was surrounded by several acres of neglected brown lawn that probably hadn’t seen a mower this century and had dried out a long time ago. A few old rose bushes, some red and some pink, were growing beneath the first floor windows, their branches tangling together into one snarled plant. You imagined the house had once been white, when it was kept pristine, and in the continual humidity and relatively extreme temperatures with no maintenance the paint was starting to peel. Most people had accused Loki of being lazy or arrogant for not taking care of his property by himself, but you saw the deeper side. What’s the point of keeping up appearances, you thought, when no one cares enough to look? Your heart pounded in your ears as you approached his front door. Knees shaking, hands trembling, your mind a frozen wreck, you nearly considered turning back and going home for the hundredth time. You forced yourself to raise your arm and knock three times, and held your breath as you waited for an answer.

After what seemed like an eternity you heard several different locks unlatch on the other side of the door, and the knob turned, the door opening a few inches to reveal Loki’s curious face. He smiled when he saw it was you, and opened the door wider. He was wearing the same outfit he had worn the night before, except his t-shirt was now a plain white, form-fitting muscle shirt. Your heart lodged itself in your throat and the words you were preparing yourself to say evaporated the instant you met his eyes.

You could stare at those eyes all night.

“You’re still alive, I see,” Loki teased, his tongue playing with one of his fangs. His warm, elegant voice slid down your spine and pooled in your belly. Loki’s nostrils flared and his smile faded as his eyes went down to your bloody knees. “What happened?” he asked with genuine concern. He peered over your shoulder and scanned the street. “Did someone try to hurt you again?”

You laughed, your cheeks flushing an embarrassingly deep pink. “No, I, uh -” You sighed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. “I… tripped on a hole in the sidewalk.” It sounded stupid when you said it but Loki didn’t look like he was going to make fun of you. Centuries-old manners, you supposed.

“Come in,” he offered, stepping away from the threshold to give you room. “I can take care of that for you.”

This is it, you thought, fairly sure your heart had skipped past ‘racing’ and went straight to ‘humming’. Loki’s hand found the small of your back as you passed him, the contact sending a jolt of surprise through you when you felt how cold it was, even through your shirt. You stopped in the foyer with your mouth hanging open, momentarily stunned by the interior of the house. As unkempt as the outside was, the inside was like something out of an edgy interior decorating magazine. Spotless mint green paint covered the walls, with black moulding, dark brown wood on the floor, and gold light fixtures. You could see the living room to the left, and the blackout curtains in the windows that kept the room completely devoid of any outside light.

“This is beautiful,” you breathed, and Loki smiled softly at your compliment.

“Come,” Loki said, gesturing grandly toward a sitting room to the right of the front door. You noted with curiosity that there were no windows in this room, just an ornate jeweled chandelier hanging from the ceiling. He led you over to a black leather couch and motioned for you to sit down. “I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone I could do this,” he murmured, and took your hands in his after he sat down next to you. Loki pursed his lips and seemed to hold his breath, and he closed his eyes, holding one of your hands in both of his. They felt so soft, despite feeling like he had soaked them in ice, and they swallowed yours in their size. After a moment you felt a tingling, slightly itchy sensation in your palm, and when you looked down you saw a green light coming from Loki’s hands.

“There,” Loki said proudly, and you inspected your now-healed palm. You gasped and turned your hand over, trying to let your disbelieving mind catch up while he worked on your other hand.

“How did you do that?” you asked, completely in awe. You had never heard this particular rumor about Loki.

A smile tugged the corners of his mouth up slightly. “It’s just something I’ve been able to do since I was… well, turned,” he explained gently, as though he feared you were going to run away. “I can do minor wounds, like cuts and, as you can see, scrapes. I can also heal…” He stared into your eyes, and you were drawn in, hanging on to every word. Your lips parted and you swallowed hard as you waited for him to continue.

“Bite wounds.”

You blinked and Loki looked away, visibly embarrassed by what he said. “That’s amazing,” you assured him, surprising yourself when your words began to come more easily. “I can imagine how hard it must be to keep it to yourself, to live in a place like this. To have to hide who you are.”

“Yes,” Loki said quietly. “Sometimes I wonder whether I would prefer if mortals didn’t know we existed.” You saw him fidgeting with his fingers, so you reached over and placed one of your hands on his. He cleared his throat and rose to his feet. “Why don’t I get your knees now?” he offered.

The sudden change of subject had you thrown. “Oh, uh, sure,” you stammered. “What do I need to do?”

“Just sit there, I’ll kneel on the floor.”

Oh.

Loki folded his long legs and lowered himself to the rug in front of you, his knees resting between your feet. You suddenly found it hard to swallow, and you breathed slowly to try to control your trembling legs as his hands got closer to you. You could smell him again, a scent you had picked up the night before but were too scared to notice it - a dizzying combination of leather and an earthy, spicy cologne or aftershave. It gave you chills as it filled your senses. Instinctively you jumped when one of his hands circled around to the back of your knee, his thumb brushing the bottom of your thigh, and his other hand closed over your bleeding kneecap. Loki was leaned over your leg, focusing intently as he worked, and you were so focused on him that you barely felt the tingling. You gasped when the hand on the back of your knee slid higher, inches from the bottom of your shorts, and just as quickly as he had moved it, he switched to your other knee, thankfully without looking at your face.

Once he was finished, Loki smiled, staring at your knee with pride. “It felt good to do that,” he admitted, and gazed up at you, his fangs shining in the light of the antique chandelier on the ceiling.

Head warred with heart inside of you, and your heart won. You leaned forward slowly, your eyes locked on Loki’s, and held your breath as you waited to see if he would move. Your hands covered Loki’s, your head tilted to the right, and your lips were suddenly less than an inch from his. You could breathe him in, the very air from his lungs as cold as his skin.

The tinkling of broken glass broke your concentration, and Loki leapt to his feet, his eyes widening in panic as a brown glass bottle with a burning cloth in its neck soared through his living room and shattered on the wooden floor, scattering liquid and spreading flames with it.

“GO!” Loki shouted at you, but before you could move the fire quickly spread into the foyer, blocking the front door and consuming the rug in front of it.

#Submitted fic #submission #loki #fandom-and-feminism #chapter 2 #Immortal Fear

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