Just Relax

Sasha was hiding something and Loki knew it, well, knew she was hiding something, but what the secret was exactly he had no clue and it irked him more than it should have. Every time he was near her she would seem to shut down for the most part; not talking as openly as she had before with him and none of the others would tell him why—just simply smile and shake their heads.

Maybe that's what got to him; the fact she'd told others, but refused to tell him. Sure, they'd still watch movies together and do all the other normal stuff, but when it came to a serious discussion she'd make up some terribly planned excuse to go someplace else—anywhere away from him. What was it that she felt she couldn't share with him? Ever since Sasha was seven the two had practically been joined at the hip. Today was different, Loki decided, he would get the truth out of her one way or another.

He walks down the hall to her room, opening the door after a polite knock and looking around. Sasha was lying on her bed, hugging her teddy and listening to her iPod; some song called Renegade by Styx. He sits beside her on the bed, gently shaking her shoulder until she woke up again and smiling when she opened her eyes. The eighteen-year-old smiles back, hitting pause and stopping the music. "What's up," she asks groggily.

"You're hiding something from me," he answers bluntly, wanting to get straight to the heart of the matter. Her smile fades instantly, turning into a frown.

"Everyone has secrets."

"Not the two of us." She looks down at the dark purple comforter, picking at a loose thread she found.

"Get out…" Loki can't hide the hurt look that appears on his face, but still does as she said, hoping that she would tell him in her own time.

When she hears her door close, Sasha hits play again; curling into a ball and clutching her teddy tightly to her chest while mumbling a quiet," I love you, Loki."