I Know I Shouldn't

Part 5

I woke slowly, snuggling more into the warm sheets sleepily. I didn't feel like getting up, I just wanted to stay exactly where I was.

Then again, I took that back.

I needed to go back to Asgard, not lounge in bed all day.

I shuffled, and reluctantly opened my eyes, blinking a few times as I stretched.

Ow!

I winced, my hand immediately roving to my side through the sheet, finding it incredibly sore.

Actually, quite a lot of me was.

I dug my teeth into my lip, glancing over at the empty spot behind me. I sat up carefully, holding the sheet to my bare chest.

Did I ...? Did I really sleep with him?

Did I sleep with Loki!?

No, no way could I have been so foolish! Surely I just dreamt it or ---.

I reached over, finding the bed cold, meaning he must have left much earlier. I could vaguely remember flashes of last night, and heat immediately flushed my face.

Oh I had!

What the hell was wrong with me!?

I pressed my hands against my face, tugging slightly at my tangled hair.

What idiotic notion had made me sleep with the God of Mischief? The very person I'd sworn I would never ---.

"Good morning."

I jerked, my head rising in alarm. I clutched the sheet to my chest, mortified as Loki strolled casually into the room, carrying a silver platter.

What had I done!?

I'd just made the biggest mistake.

"Morning." I said softly, uncomfortable. I knew my face was bright red, and I couldn't help the embarrassment. I'd done things last night with Loki that I'd --- well, I'd never even done before.

"How's your side feeling?" He asked, pretending not to notice my discomfort, for which I was admittedly grateful.

"It's sore," I mumbled, picking at the sheet. I looked down, frowning at myself.

What had come over me? I couldn't fathom that in my right mind I would just throw myself at the trickster god!

Had he poisoned me? Put some kind of spell on me?

That tea?

But he'd had some himself!

It didn't make any sense!

"You're over analyzing what happened between us last night, Dreyna." Loki said as he sat the tray down, glancing at me. "We merely had sex, it's perfectly natural."

"I don't normally just sleep with anyone." I snapped defensively. I wasn't that kind of person, I never had been. I was thoughtful of my bed partners, who they were and what kind of person. Never someone like Loki.

I mean, of course I had some feelings for him, with our friendship spanning so many years. He was handsome, always so elegant seeming --- it was almost easy to forget the conniving, malicious part of him.

"Least of all me?" He arched one brow at me, finishing what I'd thought but didn't want to say. He straightened, and I swear for a moment I'd upset him. "You didn't seem to have any reservations last night."

Dammit!

"Loki, you know that's not what I meant. I don't, I shouldn't have ---."

"Think no more of it then," he muttered, starting to turn away. "If it plagues you so badly pretend it didn't happen."