Welcome back to Atea's adventurous life!
This part of the sequel will be a direct continuation of my first story;
Loki's Saviour
Let's see how it goes:
"Loki," Atea breathed.
He laughed, and walked over to her bed, then sat down beside her.
"That was quick," She thought out loud.
"They are figuring out my punishment tonight, so I am free for now. I came back to see you because our goodbye was not the one I wanted. "
"You in a muzzle wasn't what I wanted our goodbye to be like either," Atea nodded. She turned her table lamp on, and sat up. Loki was back to his formal glory, in his armour and green cape. His hair was slicked back as well.
"So what should we do?" Atea asked him. She was excited, what they would do didn't matter, she just wanted to be with him for a bit longer.
"Shall we walk, Miss Eriksen?" Loki asked.
That's a good thought, I don't want to stay here, we may wake Mom and Dad.
"Good idea. But first, let me get changed. You've seen my in my pyjamas one too many times." Atea pushed him out of her room while he chuckled. Once he was out, she shut the door quietly, and turned to look at her closet.
What to wear, what to wear. I have a feeling it's cold outside, Atea wondered, cocking her head to the side and placing a hand on her hip, let's see; leggings for sure, and my. . . Aritzia sweater! That would work, it's super warm and really comfy. If Loki is expecting me to look nice, boy will he ever be wrong.
She changed quickly, passed a comb through her knotted blonde hair twice, applied a bit of mascara to her piercing blue eyes, then opened the door. Loki was still standing there, barely moving. He looked like a statue. However, when she opened the door, he turned to face her and looked Atea up and down.
"Now, I know it's not a classy outfit, but we're only going for a midnight stroll, and besides, it's probably cold out there!" She warned him, daring him to tell her to wear something nicer.
"Atea, please be quiet. I do not think your parents would appreciate me taking you out at night. I do not care for your clothes."
"Oh."
"Shall we go?"
"Yeah, but I have to be back by dawn, mister. And no kidnapping me again, got it?"
"I promise." He smirked, and Atea teleported them outside her house.
The street was dark, the only light provided by the street lamps every few meters. The glow from the light reflected on the wet pavement. There was a bitter wind in the air, blowing Atea's hair in her face and making her shiver.
"I should have brought a jacket," she grumbled, "why can't my powers keep me immune to the cold?"
"Would you like to go back?" Loki asked, he looked concerned.
"Um, no. I'll be okay. Besides, when we start moving I'll probably warm up." She assured him. Atea rubbed her hands together and blew on them, her breath fogging up the air in front of her.
"Where to, then?" He inquired, looking around.
Where should we go? Somewhere a bit more private. No one needs to see the man who nearly destroyed the world only two days ago. Hmm. . .
"I know!" Atea bursted out. She grabbed Loki's hand and started motoring towards Central Park. Once she was closer, she teleported them in front of a large gate.
"Where are we?" Loki asked, looking at the magnificent gate and fence, clearly impressed.
"The Conservatory Garden. It's a formal garden inside of Central Park, it's very quiet. Technically, we aren't supposed to be here; it's open from eight in the morning to dusk, but we won't have to break the gate." Atea grabbed Loki by the hand again, then teleported them inside the garden.
It was dark inside the garden; there were no lights in it and the foliage blocked out the light from the street.
"Oh, I didn't realize it was going to be so dark. . ." Atea trailed off, slightly disappointed.
"I can take care of that." Loki mumbled something, and a ball of light flew in front of the two. It rested a few feet from the ground, casting a glow around them.
"Amazing." Atea couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the light, and walked towards it, holding her hand up in the air. She just wanted to touch it, if it could be touched. As soon as she put her hand within a centimetre of the ball, her finger felt like it was on fire.
"Ouch!" Atea exclaimed, jumping back in fright.
She heard Loki laughing and turned around to glare at him. He was holding his stomach, his head thrown back. This just made Atea even more embarrassed.
"You could have said something you know!" She flushed.
"Why would I do that? That was very entertaining. You should have seen your face."
"Because it hurt! Jeez Loki!" She punched him, albeit playfully. Atea tried not to, but a smile was forming on her lips. It was kind of funny. "On another note, thanks for the light."
"My pleasure." He was still grinning. Atea was going to have to get him back for that.
They walked through the garden, with the light several feet above them. Eventually, Atea sat on a bench, and Loki joined her.
"How do you think they're going to punish you?" Atea asked him, while she played with her sweater.
"I do not know. I fear it will not be light." He frowned.
"Can you explain? I mean, it was kind of Odin's fault in the first place. . ."
"He may have kept the truth from me," Loki replied, spitting the words out, "but that will not help me. They will think I did this all on my own, without any reason."
"But. . . It wasn't just you." Loki still refused to tell her whether he'd been tortured or not, so she avoided that subject.
"They do not care."
"I think that you should be punished, but that's only because you nearly destroyed my home. I think, however, that you understand what you did wrong. You even helped us in the end. You helped me. Maybe they should just make you stay here for a bit, get to know the Midgardians, you know?"
"Stay here? Atea, I would not be able to keep control of myself, I'd sooner die."
She laughed, "Oh lighten up. You could alternate between staying with my team. How does that sound? Get to know the people you pissed off."
"Only if I could stay with you for the longer duration. I do not want to stay with Stark and Banner. Romanoff would not welcome me, and Barton would kill me if he saw me."
Atea yawned, "Yeah maybe it wouldn't work. You'll be okay though. They can't punish you that badly."
"They could, but I believe that they won't. What will you do, Atea? Now that your world doesn't need saving."
"Me? I'll be back to my regular zero tolerance for superpowers life. I start school in the morning. Saying I have a lot to catch up on would be an understatement." She sighed, she still wasn't feeling up for school. Of course, her school avoided damage except for a few minor things. She should have made sure that it was more badly damaged while she could have.
"You'll be fine."
"I don't want to be fine. I want to live again, Loki. I want to feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. How am I supposed to go back to school when I know that there are other, alien things? Things no one could ever imagine? How am I supposed to sit in a stuffy old building for six and a half hours a day and be expected to just focus on what the power of x is?"
"You did it before," he said calmly, placing a hand on Atea's arm, "why wouldn't you be able to do it again?"
"But that's the thing, I could do it before because that was all I knew. My world was so small before, and now, it's huge. I see it. So many realms unexplored, unknown. Planets just waiting to be discovered, life forms evolving. My world now is beautiful. I don't want to forget it."
Loki looked slightly taken aback at Atea's speech. She was as well. Atea had no idea where it all came from, but once she started saying it, it all spilled out of her mouth.
"You are magnificent, Atea." He said in wonder.
"Thanks," she laughed, surprised to feel tears in her eyes. She rested her head on Loki's shoulder, sighing and closed her eyes.
Loki was surprised at Atea's sudden move. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and he didn't know what to do. He wanted to put his arm around her, to protect her. He wanted to show her everything that she wanted to see. But he didn't.
"Things won't ever go back to normal now, won't they." She said more like a statement than a question.
"Nothing will ever be normal." He reassured her, "You can count on that."
"You know, you're right. There are so many other things out there. Who says you're the only one who wants to attack my home?"
"Wanted. I don't want to anymore." He corrected her. She laughed again, her face lighting up. Loki felt smug at the fact that he made her laugh like that.
"That's true, or, it better be. Because I will not hesitate to beat you again. Maybe I'll call Bruce up so he can whip you into shape. Or should I say throw?" She smirked.
This time, he laughed.
"I can assure you, if I return to Midgard, it will not be to rule it. Although, I refuse to take back what I said about them being ants. Midgardians are not equal to me."
"Hang on there, you're talking like I'm not one of them. And even if I'm not, my parents are." She said defensively, lifting her head off of his shoulder and looking at him.
"I apologize. I promise I will not hurt your home, Atea."
"Thank you. Apology accepted."
She rested her head on his shoulder again. They stayed like that for an hour; neither saying anything, but enjoying their company nonetheless.
"We should head back," Atea said, breaking their peaceful silence. She could see the sun starting to rise over the horizon, and she couldn't let her parents know that she was gone. They both got up reluctantly. Atea didn't want this night to end, she wanted it to stay that way forever. She wasn't cold anymore, just right in fact. I guess it was because Loki and I were so close. . .
She took his hand and they teleported back in front of her small house.
Suddenly, and Atea didn't quite know why, the air tensed around them. It gave off an awkwardness that shouldn't be there.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye then. For now." She said but Atea couldn't look Loki in the eye. This night couldn't have been any better. Atea was upset it was ending, and she suspect Loki was too; that's why the awkward tension was there.
Before she could know what he was going to do, Loki grabbed her face and pulled Atea closer to him. His lips met hers with a hunger she'd never even experienced. The kiss was not sweet, it was strong, they were desperate to memorize the feeling of each others lips. It was a kiss they could never forget. It was Atea's first kiss as well, and she was beyond happy that this one was her first.
A moment later, to quick in Atea's opinion, Loki broke apart from her. He looked at her, so many emotions displayed on his face that she couldn't tell what they were. Before she could say something, though, he disappeared.
"Loki!" Atea gasped. But there was nothing, just cold air surrounding her. She stayed one moment longer, then teleported back to her room. She changed, just throwing her clothes on the floor and putting on her pyjamas. She fell asleep replaying the kiss and her night in her head.
I'm still smiling at the twist I created!
This isn't all though! I'll be doing another kind of sequel in this story...
You'll just have to see how it goes!
