Invisible Chains [Sequel to I Do(n't)]

Chapter 13

Ida's POV-

I lurched up from where I lay the next morning, the sound of someone banging on the door. Beside me, Clint was also startled awake. At first when I saw him, I jumped back, confused as to why I was in bed with him, but slowly, bits and pieces of last night started to slip back into my memory.

He and I exchanged a glance before both scrambling off the bed.

"Who is it?" he called, hurriedly scooping up my bikini and nodding for me to go to the closet.

"It's Loki" came my husband's voice.

My heart began to race. There was no way that he did not know that I was in here...right..?

"Okay, hang on just a second" quickly, he ushered me into the closet and pressed my still damp bathing suit into my arms before carefully closing the door.

Now I was standing in the dark. Waiting. Waiting to see if Loki would be smart enough to check the first place anyone would stash someone. Clint did not really think this one through, that's for sure.

I heard the bedroom door open.

"Where is Ida?" I heard Loki ask.

"I don't know? Probably downstairs drinking coffee with her father, or Steve, or something" Clint answered calmly.

"I already checked downstairs" he snapped. "She was not in bed with me when I woke up either."

"Did you check the beach?"

"Now that you mention it, I did check the beach"

I heard what sounded like the crunching of a can. Crap. We had left them in the sand, along with the bow and arrows...

"Late night party?" my husband asked bitterly.

"That was from when I practiced yesterday" Clint replied calmly.

Good save.

"Well, it smells like her in here" Loki carried on.

Clint did not say anything, and I wasn't sure why. I listened as hard as I could, but nothing was being said. Under the door, I could see the shadows moving. Slowly they seemed to wander around and then grow bigger. They were getting closer. Nervously, I sunk down deeper into the closet, but before I could even pull clothes in front of me, the door flew open.

And there they were: Loki's emerald green eyes locking on to mine. For a moment, they lingered, and then they flickered down to the shirt I was wearing-the oversized grey one with an arrow on the front. There was no covering this and saying it was my father's...

To rub salt in the wound, I was clutching onto my wet bikini. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Loki" I stammered, reaching for him as I noticed his eyes beginning welling up with tears.

Before I could even touch him, he flinched away, then turned back for the door.

"Loki!" I yelled, although he was already gone.

"I...I am sorry" I slipped passed Clint. "I can not do this"

I burst into the room, where Loki was already sitting in the corner staring up at the ceiling. Tears were sliding down his cheeks.

"Loki" I went over and sunk down next to him.

"I do not wish to speak to you right now" he breathed, shutting his eyes.

"Can we please talk?"

"There is nothing I need to say to you"

"Loki" I tried to slip my hand into his, but he shook it away. "I was drunk. I do not even remember anything that happened"