Title: What You Left Behind.
Pairing: Loki/OFC (Name Evelina, created by me.)
Summary: What if Clint "Hawkeye" Barton wasn't the only sharpshooter taken over by Loki's power that day? What if she was still suffering from the affect this God had on her a year later? This is my story, the story of Evelina, and how I deal with the trials of my crazy life, and the return of Asgards resident Trickster.
Rating: K+ (But this will change as the story goes on)
A/N: This is my first story, as you can tell. I hope you like it, it came from a 'dream' I had and I just developed it. This is only the Prologue. More of the story will be added as I write it.This is an edit of the previous chapter that was originally uploaded. Each chapter in this story has been edited and changed. I hope you like the changes.
Prologue.
It was like a dream. I could feel the way the Earth seemed to move, slow and silent. Like everything had been put into slow motion. Everything was too perfect. There was no dead, or decaying flowers on the bushes. The wind was not making anything sway in its breeze. Nothing was out of place. It always is in a dream.
But! There was some sense of reality in this place. I had been here before. Maybe when I was younger? I was not too sure. But I recognised this place. Yet this place of childhood wonder, was slowly becoming a place of adult nightmares.
The fog was slowly building around me. Growing. Moving. As if it was alive. Causing the white, silk dress that adorned me to move with it. The swirls started to move up my body, grasping my arms and halting any movements. It then started to slowly fill my lungs, with every breath. Chocking me on the inside. The movement of my toes, started to cause groves in the Earth beneath my feet. But, still I could not move.
I was utterly helpless.
So, was this was the sick game he intended to play? To hold me prisoner in my own mind, like he had so many months ago. He knew everything about me. I was powerless to stop him, from turning my biggest fears against me. I tried to tell myself `I will not give into this madness.' But my though was a fruitless one. I could not stop him. I was not powerful enough.
The fog grew denser. I was now unable to see anything in front of me. The wildflowers, where a thing of the past. My grandmothers meadow (The place I realised I was) seemed to have been taken over by the living fog, pulling me to the ground, towards the sweet death I now craved. If making me a prisoner of my mind was his game. I didn't want to play. I prayed for death.
The fog barely parted, before a mangled, old hand started reaching towards me. I thought it was death, holding out a hand for me to take. To take me away from this place, to somewhere better. Yet, before my eyes it changed. It was now the familiar hands that had touched me body. That had brought me so much pleasure all that time ago. I felt like the moth to the flame. Being draw into this light.
But my mind took over. In that one moment, I gained the power to break from the bonds gripping me. I pushed myself away from the hand, just as a body started to follow it through the smoke. But that was when my will broke. I turned back, unable to stop myself.
I reached up my hand. I was about to slide my palm into his. To accept the fate that I knew was inevitable, to be drawn back into his arms. And even though I had fought so hard not to do this to myself, my will power was disintegrating around me.
Then I woke up.
A/N: I hoped you like this, as my first form of any Fanfiction, I would really appreciate reviews, whether bad or good, all criticism is welcome, as I can develop and change as a writer. This is being done around school work and other stuff so it may take me a while to update, but I always try and set a time limit, if I don't update in that time limit I have a very good reason.
Once again thank you for reading this, I hope you stick with it and review as well please.
I hope you like the edit.
Love – YourJustAsInsaneAsIAm.