When Tasha woke the next morning she found herself tangled in bed with Loki. She couldn't hide the blush that came to her face as she moved so she could gaze at his sleeping form. He was beautiful, there was never a doubt in the whole universe of that. He was slim, but well built. His pale skin almost drawing her in each moment she gazed at him. She shouldn't have allowed Loki in her bed, not like this, but he surprised her by refusing to take her. It made her forget for just a moment how badly he hurt her...

But that never could last.

Tasha found Sakar to be chaotic and strange, but above all she felt trapped. She was stuck with Loki practically every moment of each day, and as they continued to pass she found herself enjoying his company more and more. Some moments she even found herself forgetting they were stranded on a foreign planet at the edge of the known and unknown universe. These moments became more and more often, especially when they had to put on a show of love and passion in front of everyone else.

Loki pressed his lips to the edge of Tasha's jaw, his fingers moving along her sides slowly. "C'mon, my darling. Smile."

Tasha rolled her eyes as she pushed him away slightly, stopping his hands from moving. "We're not in public. Please refrain from putting your greedy hands on me."

"Hmm, you're no fun." Loki pouted but removed his hands from her waist.

"I'll have you know I am very fun. I just don't like you." She replied as she sat on the couch, opening a new book she had yet to read.

"Must you lie about that?" Loki asked as he sat on his chair across from her. "We both know the truth. Although perhaps you like the humans more, Hmm?"

Tasha didn't say a word as she kept reading her book, ignoring Loki's lingering stare.

"Oh, come now, darling. We both know you've enjoyed your time on earth." Loki smirked until his brows furrowed. "You certainly enjoyed some of the men."

"Alright," Tasha slammed her book down, glaring at Loki. "Why don't you let out what you've been dying to say since I've come back?"

"You know what I'm referring to."

"I'm not gonna have this conversation with you unless you speak your mind, Loki." She gritted her teeth.

"For years I watched you! I watched you find friendship those Avengers and I watched you fall in love with someone else." Loki snapped, glaring back at her.

"Oh, for God sakes!" Tasha groaned in frustration. "I am so fucking sick of you attempting to make me feel bad for everything I did on earth. Newsflash: had you not faked your death, things could have been different. These are the consequences to your actions."

"You moved on quite easily." Loki spat. "Especially for someone who swears they loved me oh so much."

"Moved on?! I never moved on! Don't you get that?!"

"You fell in love with that human!" Loki bellowed as he stood from his chair.

"Just because I fell in love with someone else doesn't mean I moved on! I couldn't have even if I wanted to and you know it! The bond keeps our souls together, regardless of how we feel..." Tasha stopped for a moment, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to fight with you, Loki."

"I don't want to fight with you either." Loki admitted as he sat next to her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled."

"You're hurt." Tasha replied with a shrug. "You're allowed to yell... When did you quit watching me?"

"You were only friends with him at that point..." Loki replied.

Tasha sighed. "And you think I just forgot about you? You were only gone a year then... I was still a wreck. Even when we started dating, if you can call it that, I had nightmares about you. I would get them less often but even the week before I came with Thor I thought of you. So don't ever say I didn't love you, because I did. I loved you with every ounce of my being. It just was never enough for you."

Loki was silent then. He was looking at his lap, while Tasha opened her book again. She slowly moved so he could sit closer to her, leaning her back against the arm of the couch before resting her legs over his lap. Loki smiled slightly, resting his hands on her legs. She was wearing denim jeans, which Loki always found fascinating.

"What is the point of this?" Loki asked.

"Point of what?" Tasha asked, not looking up from her book.

"This." Loki ran his finger along her bare skin where the jeans were ripped. "What purpose does torn clothing have?"

"Honestly I'm not sure. Maybe people think they're sexy?" She questioned before shrugging. "I admit, it was strange getting used to wearing human clothing, but now it's strange when I wear the clothing here."

"That's why you wear these?" Loki rested his hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing gentle circles there.

"Mhm!" Tasha hummed in reply. "Plus, they make my ass look good."

"I will not argue with you there." Loki smirked at her.

"Oh, please. I could wear a bag and you'd somehow still find me attractive." Tasha set her book on the table before moving so she was laying her head on his lap.

"What are you doing, darling?" Loki asked as he began to stroke her head.

"Just shut up and let me have one moment of peace."

"As you wish."

•••

Loki and her would do small chores for the Grandmaster every so often, usually raiding enemy locations. But as Tasha found herself more and more conflicted, her powers dwindled each passing moment. She tried to hide it from Loki the best she could, saving all of her power to show off, but she felt as though the light was being sucked out of her.

"Gah! Get off of me!" Tasha groaned, shoving Loki hard so he fell off her body and onto the hard ground.

"'Thank you, Loki, for saving my life.'"

Tasha scoffed in annoyance. "Don't patronize me, asshat. Ooh, congrats, you saved my life. Remind me again why you care? You fucking FAKED YOUR DEATH! Just stop talking to me so we can get this done!"

The mission hadn't gone according to plan, to say the least. They were ambushed, with more enemies on the way. The rage Tasha felt was consuming her, practically taking over every other emotion in her body.

"You..." Tasha's brows furrowed as she gave him a wary glance. She could see a small cut on his face. "You're injured."

"I'm fine." He said as he stood with her. "Tasha — look out!" Loki shoved her to the ground as a blast shot from behind the rubble, hitting Loki in the shoulder.

Tasha rolled onto her feet, summoning her sword as strange creatures began to come into view, pointing guns and swords towards her. Tasha stepped back slowly towards Loki, who was still standing despite his injuries.

"Whoever you are, stay back!" Tasha called out to the mysterious things as she glanced over to Loki who had his daggers drawn, standing at her side now — though she was concerned when she saw the wounds.

The creatures cackled, speaking a language Tasha did not understand.

"Thought not." Tasha sighed, pointing her sword up into the air before summoning all her power, pushing it towards the advancing creatures, ultimately killing each one.

"How did you do that?" Loki asked, his eyebrows raised as he stared at her.

"Impressed?" She smirked, letting her sword disappear. She immediately felt weakened, her body feeling like Jello, but she fought it as she tried to fake arrogance.

"Well yes," Loki's voice was softer now as he stepped closer to her — now only a few inches away. "I've never seen you do anything like that before."

Tasha immediately took a step away from him, feeling immediately uncomfortable with how close he was. "How could you have? You've been dead for nearly three years."

Tasha looked away from him, shaking her head as she began to walk towards the city. Loki trailed behind, "Tasha — we need to talk about this."

"Then talk." Tasha replied, not slowing down her steps as she trudged through the garbage.

"Tasha — I never meant to —"

Tasha turned towards him, her eyes sharp as daggers as her gaze bored into his face. "I'm gonna stop you right there, Loki. I am sick of your fucking excuses! If you're going to apologize, cut the shit. No lies. No tricks. You fucking faked your own death! After everything — you know what? No. I am not doing this with you — here of all places."

As Tasha turned away from Loki, she was stopped by him grabbing onto her arm tightly. "Ouch! Loki, don't—"

"Tasha... I am terribly sorry..." Loki's voice was quiet, and as she looked at him she noticed how pale he was. "You have no idea how much I wish I could take it all back."

"You have to live with the consequences of your actions." Tasha replied simply, a solemn expression on her face. "I hope it was worth it."

"Nothing in the entire galaxy could ever amount to even the faintest closeness of the worth of your love and happiness." Loki replied sadly. "I— I don't deserve you, I know that... but you — I love you, so much and I— I'm so sorry—"

"Woah—"

Loki staggered, causing Tasha to grab onto him, holding him up. "Loki —" she sighed in frustration, trying to ignore the obvious tears falling down his face, knowing well enough it wasn't from his wounds. "Just— Just lean on me ok? I got you."

Loki nodded in defeat, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist as she drug him along as gently as she could.

They walked in silence for a while, until Tasha spoke up once they arrived to their apartment. "You're still living right? I'm not going to have to death with your death again, am I?"

"I believe I will be fine." This made Loki laugh slightly, his grip tightening on her once more. "I am never leaving you again, my love."

Tasha shook her head as she pulled him into the kitchen, helping him sit down before replying.

"I'll believe it when I see it."

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