Before this whole thing begins, I want to clear something up: I'm straight. I like my women, and I like them very…womanly. But, all things considered, Loki is positively adorable when he gets angry. Unlike myself, he is unable to conceal his emotions to prevent himself from getting overly upset.
I was born a vampire, so I have no sense of humanity to hold on to. This life of mine is the only life I've ever known; if you can even call it a life. Loki, however…
I'm jealous of him. At one point, he was alive. He had a beating heart, blood running through his veins. He was able to do more than just exist; he knew the rush of being afraid, the thrill of being excited, the lust for something other than blood.
When he was human, his eyesight was less than perfect. He needed glasses for reading, writing…that sort of thing. Things that involved reading words close-up. As I understand it, he was a student. He must've done a lot of reading.
When he was turned, his eyesight improved for obvious reasons. He no longer needed his glasses. However, he continued to hold on to them. Sometimes, when he didn't think I was there, I would catch him pulling them out of their case and just looking at them. Once, when I asked him why he did that, he said that they were really the last little bit of his humanity he had left. One of the very rare times I actually caught him being serious.
I don't know why I like my belt so much. But damnit, it's a nice belt. It's a little worn, but that's the best part of it. It works, it looks good, and I like it. Loki could see that, and it was clear to him. I know how much he likes to irritate me, so it didn't surprise me when I went to find it in my drawer and it was missing.
I really don't care what that troublesome blonde does during the day, but one thing is for sure; he's usually out of my hair. I'm free to do whatever I want, whenever I want, without having to worry about him. I could go through his things and he probably would've even notice.
But I knew for sure he would notice if his prized possession was to go missing. If he, like myself, went to retrieve something important to him, and it was not there, he would notice. He would be upset.
As I sat on my couch, twirling the small, unoffending black accessory I wondered exactly what his reaction would be. I wasn't worried about him hurting me, but I didn't want him to hate me, either. As annoying as the little creep was, he had grown on me.
I inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of the scent that was attached to the glasses. Idly, I wondered if that was what he smelled like. Being straight like I am, I had never paid any attention to how he smells. But now, in the quiet of my apartment, alone with my thoughts, I realized that he wasn't completely repulsive. At least not as the sense of smell was concerned.
…Okay, so maybe I was bisexual. Either way.
I glanced at the clock, noticed that it was getting late. My eyes were immediately drawn to the window, and the sun had already set. Loki would be getting up soon, would probably ask to do something with me. That is, assuming he wasn't completely enraged by my thievery.
I sat there for a few moments more, letting my thoughts wander. The next time I glanced at the clock, it seemed that an entire hour had passed me by. I could barely even remember where my thoughts had led me. Ah, day dreaming. Proof that the possibly-existent "higher power" out there actually  loves us.
"Dontas." My head snapped up as the one I was waiting for called my name, and I smiled at him. His hair was messy because he had been sleeping, and apparently he had immediately reached for his glasses, because he was still only wearing his boxers. It would be a lie to say he was unattractive, but it would also be a lie to say I was attracted to him. Not emotionally, anyway.
"What is it?" I looked back down and continued twirling the glasses between my fingers, taking extra care to be gentle. I wanted to take his glasses, not break them. For some reason, I valued our "friendship."
"You took my glasses."
"I did."
He walked over and moved to take them from me, but I held them just out of his reach and looked back up at him. He looked tired and irritated and upset all at the same time, and that just made me smile wider; it was cute.
"Give them back." He growled, and grabbed at them again. Again, I pulled them out of his reach.
"Give me a good reason to, and I will." I traded my smile in favor of a smirk; wanted to let him know that yes, even I could play his game.
"If you don't, I swear to God I'll sleep in your bed for the next month." He narrowed his eyes, but made no move to take the glasses from me again. Smart boy.
"I'm starting to think that might not be so bad." Okay, now this was getting unfair. It was common knowledge (to me, anyway) that Loki had a crush on me, and I hated giving him false hope. But it was pretty fun, watching the anger flare in his eyes. "You always hide yourself under so many clothes, I've never had an opportunity to fully appreciate you. And, truth be told, I don't dislike what I see."
That stopped him cold. He opened his mouth to retort, but no sound came out. The anger disappeared from his eyes to be replaced by confusion. After a moment or two of watching this comical display, he chose to speak.
"Are you serious?"
I shrugged. "Half yes, half no. However, if I am serious, is this really a chance you're willing to pass up? Will you let me play with your glasses if that means you get to sleep with me for the next month?" I tried to put on the most innocent expression I could muster, and must've done a pretty good job. He gawked at me, this being something he had never seen me do before, and sighed.
"Dontas…" His head fell and he chuckled, shaking his head. "Dontas, Dontas, Dontas…"
I watched him for a moment, that innocent expression still in place. My anticipation was growing, and I actually fell…excited. It wasn't a feeling that I was used to, and I enjoyed it.
However, it immediately disappeared when he smacked me upside the head, snatched his glasses back, glared at me, and started walking back to his bedroom. "What do you think I am, an idiot?" He muttered, still shaking his head.
Okay, that wasn't cool. I stood up and moved (lithely and gracefully, mind you) to stand in front of him in the hallway. I pressed my palms to the walls on either side of me, blocking his way. He sighed and rolled his eyes, arms crossed.
"Loki, I feel rejected." I pouted and bowed my head, heard him chuckle.
"Welcome to my life."
I sighed and looked up at him from under my eyelashes, still pouting. "Why are you being so mean to me?"
"Please, Dontas. Cut the crap, let me get back to my room. I have to get dressed so I can go get food." So he wasn't buying it in the least. He learned quickly, and for that I commended him.
"No." However, no matter how impressive he was, I wasn't about to lose.
"Dontas, get out of my way."
"What're you going to do, hit me?" I sneered at him (as best I could sneer; it wasn't really "my thing," as he put it) but didn't move.
"I'll fuck you against the wall." He growled and shoved my shoulder. I didn't budge.
"And I'll moan your name for the world to hear."
"Dontas, come on." He shoved me again and actually started looking defeated, as well as a little more annoyed. "I lose, you win. Let me go."
My arms fell, but I positioned myself so that he couldn't get by. As much as I reprimanded myself for it, I was actually starting to get a little concerned. "Something's wrong. This isn't like you."
He laughed humorlessly. "Wow. You really are a genius. I'm so glad I'm privileged enough to have you mentoring me."       
"Loki, what's bothering you?"
He sighed again. "Dontas, you could pass a woman on the street, she could see you out of the corner of her eye, and dream about you sleeping with her that night. You're that good. I, on the other hand, have to deal with you almost every single day." He fixed me with a, 'try-to-figure-this-out' expression and crossed his arms as well.
"Oh." I blinked at him and moved out of his way, and he shoved past me. However, just as he was about to pass under his door frame, he turned around to look at me.
For the first time in quite a while, I was truly happy. The anger was glittering in his eyes again, and he drew in a breath like he was about to tell me off. "Plus, having you say that you might actually enjoy it when I screw you doesn't really help, either. Because that just gets me unnecessarily hopeful."
I raised my eyebrows at him, and he glared. "And, on top of that, you're just so damned emotionless. I mean, if I could actually  believe you were being sincere when you said half the stuff you said, I might be able to put up with you a little better." He sighed and walked into his room, closing the door behind him.
I walked back to the couch, sat down, waiting for him, and decided that despite how annoying or young or irrational he might be, I actually loved him. Probably not quite the way he was hoping for, but my life would indisputably be a little less exciting if he was not a part of it.
Now I just had to find something else he really cared about to steal.