Just Relax

Loki stares across the table at the person he's beginning to truly love. No longer was Sasha a naïve teenager that loved to cause all sorts of trouble; now she's twenty-two, mature, and smiling at him in a way that is completely different than she used to. This was something he's felt for her for three years now, going on four, and he's expressed none of this to her.

He simply spends as much time with the mortal woman as he could, knowing he would certainly out live her unless she decided to come live in Asgard with him. He'd never posed the question to her, knowing she would stay where her family was and her family didn't plan on leaving their home planet for anything. Loki would stay here as well until she's gone, then he might return to his true home where his parents are waiting with open arms and love.

He stares at Sasha over the rim of his coffee cup, watching her as she types something on her laptop, probably some scheme she was planning or messaging her younger sister who's at some elite private school for girls. He takes in all her features; her high cheekbones, wide dark eyes, small nose, light pink lips, long, curling mahogany hair that shone with red highlights if under appropriate lighting, and a feisty attitude that could give Fandral and run for his money.

For the longest time, Loki had been trying to get enough courage to ask her on a date, but each opportunity waved as it passed him by, laughing at his cowardice. And she seemed not to notice and if she did she didn't seem to care.

What Loki didn't realize that Sasha was feeling exactly like Loki did; afraid to ask him to stay because she didn't want him to feel like he had to stay on Earth with her. Besides, he was a god and all she is, is a pathetic mortal that's not going anywhere fast.

Both sat at the kitchen table in Stark Tower, drinking coffee and stealing glances when the other wasn't watching; neither realizing what the other was feeling…