Watch your step - Part 8 - Loki x Blind!OC

Watch your step - Part 8 - Loki x Blind!OC
Part eight is finally here!

Summary: Loki has easily made his way into helping Alana. Things go both right and wrong.

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The following day Loki showed up at her doorstep with a box in hand. He had big news to share and he was hoping that she will want to celebrate in whatever way. Thus, the box he was gripping a bit nervously as the door opened to reveal an old but seemingly elegant lady.

"Who are you, young man?" she asked, a frown on her face.

"Erm. Good afternoon, Mrs. Greenword, I believe?" he spoke hopefully, remembering Alana once mentioned the name.

"Yes. What do you want?" he could see it on her face that she was a bit surprised he knew her name, but she remained firm.

"Is Alana at home? I would like to talk to her." the woman looked him up and down suspiciously, finally eyeing the box in his hands.

"She's a bit down at the moment. What if it's your fault? What's with the box?" at that, he raised a brow. If this lady was the one Alana mentioned, then she knew very well what was up with her, so why the questionnaire?

"I can assure you that I didn't do anything to upset her. And this is just a small gift. May I see her now? Maybe I will cheer her up." with a sigh, the woman stepped aside and let Loki in, keeping her eyes on him until he knocked on the door to Alana's apartment.

//Time skip

Loki was a bit unsure of how they ended up like this, but he didn't have any complains. She was on her couch, laying on her back and trying to catch her breath. She was frowning a bit, trying to show that she was still upset at what he had done, but probably not as much as she would have liked to.

"I hate...you." she finally spoke, taking small pauses to breathe in as she talked.

"No, you don't." he answered, a certain smugness in his voice. "You love me." he reached out and took her hand, pressing what was left of the cupcake into her hand. "There you go."

"I do not. And don't. Ever. Tickle. Me. Again. I will brutally murder you." she tried to sound as threatening as possible while catching her breath, sitting almost half-naked on her couch and eating a vanilla cupcake.

"Oh, my. I am terrified." he joked and pulled her closer, earning a small grunt.

"Stop pulling and pushing me around, Loki. I'm not a rag doll." she whined and tried pushing him away, knowing very well that he could tickle her again.

"No, no, my dear, you are my rag doll until you give me a satisfactory answer. Now what do you say?" he whispered in her ear, taking the cupcake wrapper out of her hand and tossing it on the table once she had finished nibbling at it.

"The answer is still no, Loki. I am not going to accept that big of a 'friendly gift' from a total stranger." he sighed once again, it being the third time he was given the same answer. He was about to reach for a new cupcake but decided against it, instead pulling her half onto his lap, burying his face into her almost fully uncovered shoulder.

"Please, Alana. The amount of money truly doesn't matter for Stark. His only reaction when I explained the situation was to ask where was his cheque book. He knows how much help I want to help and how important this is to the both of us. Please. Do not take this as pity. It is just something I feel I should do as a part of my redemption. I truly feel responsible for what had happened to you and I want....I want to make it a bit better. Please."

The words sounded weird even in his own mind. Spoken out loud they were full-on bizarre but he didn't care. He truly wanted her to accept the offer and let Stark pay for her surgery. He had already promised to work for the money. He would help S.H.I.E.L.D as much as he could with his limited powers. But he needed to do this. And he hoped she understood.

He pressed his lips to the junction of her neck and shoulder and waited. Soon enough he felt her move and her small hands cupped his face, pulling him up to look at her.

"Loki... If... it means so much to you...Then I'll accept. You know how bad I want this surgery. I just don't want to take advantage of anybody in order to get it." she spoke softly, whispering loud enough only for him to hear. In that moment, she didn't need her sight to feel the smile that graced his features just before his lips pressed to hers in a chaste kiss.

//Longer time skip

It had been a few hours since she was brought back into the white room. She was still out cold and even though the blasted Midgardian contraptions were beeping periodically he was growing impatient. And worried. Mostly worried. It had gotten even worse when the doctor came in and told him that the surgery wasn't a complete success and there might be chances that she will slowly lose her sight afterwards.

He sighed heavily and gently squeezed her hand, finally putting his head down on the bed for a moment, trying to clear his mind. The good thing was that they wouldn't take the bandages off for a while, but he still had to tell her somehow... It terrified him to know that she might end up heartbroken after the whole ordeal.

Somewhere in the middle of his confusing thoughts, he must have fallen asleep because when he woke up the sun seemed to be setting and Alana was caressing his left hand, clumsily playing with his fingers and patting what protruding veins she could find.

"You're up." he whispered, squeezing her hand. He shifted to sit on the bed next to her.

"And so are you. How's it going?" she smiled widely, squeezing his hand in return.

"Everything is fine. How are you feeling?" he pulled her a bit closer, kissing her temple.

"I'm good. When will I be able to take the bandages off? I can't even open my eyes..." she patted at the bandages on her cheeks, but he took her hands in one of his when she was reaching her eyes.

"When the doctor comes to take them off. Now stop fooling around." he pressed small kisses on her hands before letting them go and moving to place a sweet kiss on her lips.

"You're so weird." she whispered softly against his lips.

"So are you." he smiled against her lips, slowly pecking them again. They stood like that, talking softly and kissing even softer until the doctor came in and told them the news.

She took it better than Loki originally expected. When the doctor told her, she just squeezed his hand really hard and nodded. She stood silent and listened patiently to everything the doctor had to say and only cried small tears when he took the bandages off, allowing her to see for the first time in two years.

Obviously, the first thing her eyes landed on, after inspecting her hands and scrunching her nose at her short nails, was Loki's worried face. Her heart filled with warmth and she soon realized she was blushing.

He just stood there, silently waiting for her reaction. The doctor left sometime after taking off her bandages and now they were there, looking at each other, and her tears seemed to be flowing even more now. He was worried, but did not move, letting her take everything in before making any move.

Then worries started flooding his mind. What if she rejected him? What if she pushed him away now that she tried to surgery, saw that it didn't work out as planned and....most importantly...saw him. The monster he was.

With a loud sigh, he decided it was time to speak. Now or never. If she rejected him, he would have to live with it, like he did with everyone else's hate and rejection. "Alana....? Do you...?"

With a small squeal, that honestly scared him a little, she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I can see you. I can finally see you." she whispered softly into his shoulder, hugging him as tight as she could. He hugged back, not wanting to let her go, fighting back the tears that threatened to escape now that he saw she didn't reject him.

When she eventually pulled away, long minutes after, she cupped his face and and simply stared at him, admiring his face entirely.

"You eyes are greener than I imagined and your skin paler..." her thumbs gently brushed his cheekbones. "You're handsomer than I thought when we first met.." she concluded with a wink.