He really didn't want to wake up... He was too comfortable and too relaxed to want to deal with whomever it was that just entered his room. He rolled over and wrapped his arm around the sleeping woman beside him, trying to ignore the intruder. However, they had other own plans, and continued to try to rouse Loki from his slumber.
"Sir...?" A man's voice called nervously. Loki let out a quiet, but irritable sigh and sat up, careful not to wake (Name) from her peaceful sleep. However, before Loki turned around to verbally abuse the man behind him, he allowed his eyes to graze over her, her curves, her (adj.) skin, her soft breathing... The longer Loki stared at (Name), the more he wanted to wrap his arms around her, and fall back into a deep sleep. "Sir," the voice called again. Loki's jaw clenched tightly and it took all of his strength not to turn around and slap the interloper. "S-,"
"I heard you the first time. You needn't continue to call for me like some lost child." Loki snapped as he turned to face the man. The raven haired man took a deep, steadying breath before continuing. "What do you want?" he asked rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"The council has convened and has asked you to join them as soon as possible..." he said in a whispered hush. Loki's brow rose,
"It will be in regard to Barnes's death..." he murmured to himself, "Tell them... Tell them Barnes is dead due to their own incompetence, and that any messenger they send to my room over the next few days will meet with the same fate." Loki growled, turning around to lie back down once more.
The man left the room quickly and relayed Loki's message to The Council, needless to say they were less than pleased with his response, but Loki didn't care. He was growing increasingly tired of their presence, and after everything that had happened with Bucky Barnes, he had found himself doubting their power and control over their agents...
He supressed a sigh and laid back down next to (Name). Seeing her like this, peacefully asleep made an emotion rise in Loki's chest he couldn't quite name... He ran the back of his fingers over her cheek. If only she stayed this calm and willing all the time... A smile pulled at his lips. However, that would ruin some of the fun. He loved her inability to filter was in her mind; it always made for amusing conversations and reactions... His smile faltered for a moment. There in lied the problem... she was still fighting against him... He retracted his hand from her cheek and gently tangled his fingers in her hair. He had decided. He would make her- - Yet another knock at the door sounded, this time interrupting Loki's thoughts. What could they possibly want now?