NINE
Take a breath
Hold it in
Start a fight
You won't win
Had enough
Let's begin
Nevermind
I don't care
All in all
You're no good
You don't cry
Like you should
Let it go
If you could
When love dies in the end
So I'll find what lies beneath
Your sick twisted smile
As I lie underneath
Your cold jaded eyes
Now you turn the tide on me
'Cause you're so unkind
I will always be here
For the rest of my life
- "What Lies Beneath," Breaking Benjamin
It was three weeks before Loki lost his temper. It was a trivial matter, but Loki was not used to being denied.
It was also the day that Alana, fed up with him, used her powers.
Loki was seated in a chair, reading a book, when Alana walked in.
"You look terrible," Loki commented frankly.
"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "Nightmares."
"Really? What about?" he asked, two parts mocking to one part curious. He had noticed mumbling and noises coming from her room ever since he had arrived, but had dismissed them so far. Now, though, he was curious.
"Nothing. It's… just that they're getting worse," she answered, looking away from him.
"Tell me," Loki insisted.
"It's not important. Forget it."
"No."
"I said, forget it!"
Loki stood up, throwing his book on the floor. "I am an Asgardian, and you would do well to obey me, mortal!"
Alana laughed.
"You dare mock me, you foolish mortal? The power of Asgard flows through me, the power of a god! You will pay for this insolence! I am Loki, of Asgard, and you will obey me!" He was enraged, furious that she would laugh, at him!
Alana smiled mockingly, her eyes turning the same green as Loki's, and said, "You're not of Asgard. You're an outcast. Of Asgard? No. You are of Jotunheim."
Her smile died and her eyes reverted back to grey as she realized what she had said. Crap.
"I'm going out," she said quickly. "Catch you later."
But it was too late, for Loki's rage, already boiling, had overflowed.
"DON'T MOVE!"
Despite her best attempts to move, she found herself frozen in place. Damn it. She stared at Loki, refusing to show fear.
"Let me go, Loki. Now. "
"Or what?" he sneered. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," Alana said. Loki was making her angry, too, and that was not good for her hidden powers.
"Don't lie to me! How do you know of Jotunheim? How does a puny mortal know of my true parentage? TELL ME!"
His voice was like steel, dripping with hatred, anger, and desperation. Alana could see him shutting down and losing control. They had been doing so well, but she could see that he was just as damaged as ever. She cursed her big mouth.
"I'm leaving, Loki. Goodbye."
"I'd like to see you try," he mocked. "Try, mortal! Try and escape the God of Mischief!"
"Okay," Alana said. Loki was making her so angry she couldn't resist. And there was no other way to get out of the situation.
She used her telekinesis to eliminate the magic freezing her in place.
Loki's eyes filled with anger and disbelief as she walked out the front door.
After Alana had left, Loki started to pace the room angrily, throwing books across the room with his magic.
How had she done it? How had she gotten free of his magic? How could she have possibly done what she just did?
"HOW?" he roared, but only silence answered him.
Alana let out a deep breath. That had been the first time in five years she had used her powers, and she felt guilty about breaking her own promise to herself.
But it had felt so right, like she didn't have to worry and hide anymore, like a part of her had been raised from the dead -
She stopped her train of thought there. I made my decision, and I'm sticking to it. No more powers. No more.
I can't let anyone else get hurt.
