Loki reaches for Bri’s hand to help her up but as he lays his fingers against he skin, she pulls back quickly wincing as a sharp pain shoots up and down her arm. She recalled having heard a sickening crack in her wrist as she was shoved to the ground but seeing Loki almost kill someone and her recent outburst of emotions had made her forget all about it. Now it’s almost impossible to ignore the severe pain in her wrist.
She looks down to find her hand cut up and bloodied, the bone sticking out slightly, the skin swollen. Loki gently brushes his fingers against her wrist, Bri wincing as he does so. His touch is soft and warm but Bri can’t help but bite her lip to keep from crying out. Fuck that hurts.
“Let’s get you to the hospital, it’s definitely broken,” Loki says quietly, wrapping his arm around her waist to help her onto her feet. And skip dinner and you telling me why you’re such a moody bastard? No thanks.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before,” Bri lies. Sprains she’s had, but this is the first time she’s broken a bone. It’s terrifying. “Besides, it doesn’t even hurt. And I’m hungry so lets go get me fed.”
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“You’re an arrogant ass. Stop trying to get out of giving me answers.”
He sighs and runs a hand through his long hair, messing it up slightly. His face is strained and defeated, eyes sad, clothes ruffled. Beautiful. He reaches down to rip a piece of his shirt off and ties it around Bri’s wrist, creating a makeshift cast.
“Why did you do that?” Bri exclaims. His suits are some of the nicest she’s seen, all designer and she can’t even imagine the price of them. “That was completely unnecessary!”
“Don’t worry, I always keep a spare suit in my car. Besides, you said dinner first, unless you’d rather go get a cast put on your wrist and then eat.. “
Bri rolls her eyes and sighs. He leads her to his sleek and shiny car. Opening the trunk, her pulls out a fresh shirt and begins to unbutton the one he’s wearing, exposing his sculpted chest.
“Oh my god, what are you doing!?” Bri almost yells. She covers her face, embarrassed. She can feel the heat in her face as he chuckles.
“You can’t expect me to go to a restaurant wearing ripped clothes can you?” He laughs quietly and mumbles. “And it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
He says it so softly she thinks for a second that she just imagined it. Loki finishes changing and helps Bri into his car. Settling into the driver’s seat, he speeds out of the underground parking lot and onto the main street. The setting sun is seen straight ahead, lighting the inside of Loki’s vehicle. Dozens of questions are flying through Bri’s head a million miles an hour but Loki seems deep in thought so she leaves him alone.
He pulls into a restaurant parking lot and shut off his car. Just as Bri reaches for her door, he’s there opening it for her. She mumbles a thanks and beings to walk towards the doors, feeling Loki’s hand on her back, the skin burning where he’s touching.
It’s crowded inside, but Loki slips the young waiter a twenty and he leads them to a table in the corner of the restaurant where it’s fairly empty. Bri sits down in the booth, Loki across from her, and begins shooting questions at him.
“What happened to you? Why did you dad say those things to me? I mean I get if you don’t wanna talk about it, but it’d be nice. What was last night all about? How come you’ve been so mean to me? Why are you—”
“Brianna, stop!” His voice is stern but his emerald eyes are kind. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, a strand of hair falling over his forehead. Oh. Bri immediately shuts her mouth.
“Look, I said I’d give you answers but lets eat first, okay?” Bri knows it’s not a question. There’s no way he’ll talk unless she eats, so she just nods and beings flipping through the menu.
A young boy comes over to their table to take their orders. Loki motions for Bri to go first.
“Oh, um, can I just get some cheese pizza? And, oh I don’t know, iced tea please?” She had looked over the menu but wasn’t able to focus on what she was reading, her thoughts on nothing but Loki.
“And I’ll have a coke with chicken alfredo, thanks,” he says, his voice authoritative. The waiter rushes away, saying the food will be ready in fifteen minutes.
They make small talk, discussing work and Jason. Their food arrives on time.
Loki sighs and clasps his hands together in front of him.
“Alright Brianna, what would you like to know?”
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