Loki led you along a vacant hallway, quickly showing you the empty rooms and open spaces that splintered off from the long, never-ending walkway. It was a surprisingly nice change. The Tower was usually dark, dank and dreary, and filled with legions of Chitauri soldiers; but now? Now it was warm, the windows weren't covered with cardboard or cloths, and it actually felt homely... Loki had taken hold of your arm to lead you around, but you stopped and let your arm slip free from his grasp when you caught sight of a vision that left you absolutely breathless...
The hallway opened up to a large open space that shone a bright yellow orange in the morning light. A solitary white daybed sofa sat directly in the line of the sunlight. The white concrete walls were shining different hues of yellow and the few reflective surfaces within the otherwise bare kitchen bounced the light around the room majestically. You walked closer to the large window, and when you realised what you were seeing, you could have easily broken down and cried. Just like the one in Loki's room, this window housed a hologram of old New York... People walking in the sunlight, going to work, playing in the parks... the way everything used to be... You stepped further away from the raven haired man and towards the floor length window. You reached out and gently pressed your hand to the cool glass. A ripple effect spread out across the window from your hand.
"It is a sensitive piece of technology..." Loki said as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You shuddered slightly when his tongue gently ran across your earlobe.
"Why do you have them?" you asked absentmindedly, still too enthralled with the hologram to pay him any real attention. The raven haired man breathed in your scent and tightened his hold on you.
"The humans who stay here find it comforting... A strange kind of pathology really..."
"What about the one in your room?" the raven haired man froze. Shit. You had done it again... Loki sighed and shifted his hold on you.
"Return to my room by Three o'clock." He muttered softly while turning your head to a large, ornate wall clock. Ten o'clock. You had five hours to waste. You noticed a small pile of books beneath the clock. At least you'd have some form of entertainment... "If you find yourself bored here, you are more than welcome to return to my room earlier than that..." You turned your attention back to Loki and nodded,
"I understand, thank you." You replied with a small smile. Loki's hand slipped to your thigh and squeezed the tender flesh.
"Don't be late." He whispered gruffly before leaning down to gently suck on the mark on your neck. A soft moan caught in your throat as his fingers moved to tease your nether regions. You arched your back slightly as a gasp escaped your throat. Even after a week filled with his touches you still reacted like it was a completely new sensation. Loki chuckled and released you, "I will be waiting." He said before leaving you alone.
You lounged on the daybed for little over an hour, flipping through the few books you could endure to read, but it eventually became boring... So you decided to slowly wander around the penthouse suite. There were a few locked doors along the hallway that couldn't quite block the smell of burned belongings, and other doors that lead to rooms which were completely empty with large holes in the walls and rubble covering the floor. Then, at the end of the hallway there was a door that opened up to a large lounge room. The majority of the furniture had been moved to one side of the room, and it looked as though this was the room the daybed had come from