Chapter 10:
SAM'S POV:
The golden city invites me closer, but when I approach a large shimmering building, Loki halts. I glance back at him, and his eyes look hurt and I can feel his heart shatter. In an instant he's in my arms, tears dotting my shoulder. Loki didn't strike me as the type of guy who cries, but he's bawling now.
"Baby, hey. Loki, what's wrong?" I ask. But I know what's wrong. I know, but I let him explain anyways.
"Sam, they don't care. My mother doesn't trust me, my father practically despises me and my brother, well, you know. That's the castle, where they are. I can't stand it." He whimpers, and I rub his back, like he was some kind of lonely child.
You see, the world may see Loki as some kind of crazy evil monster, but he's always seemed to me like a lost little boy. All he wants is to play, with Thor, with humans, with his "parents". I hold him tight to me.
"I trust you, and I don't despise you either. I love you. And I always will." I promise.
And in that moment I was happier than ever that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. It burns me that anyone has ever hurt the man I love. In a flash of rage, I storm up towards the castle, ready to give Odin and Thor a piece of my mind. Some guards tried to stop me, but backed off when I gave them a harsh glare and a warning snarl of "Back off, rats." Marble floors and pillars passed in the sides of my eyes, but my focus was on other things.
"Who do you think you are!?" I yell once I see Thor.
"What do you mean Midguardian?" he replies, coolly.
"You think you can hurt your brother in every way possible and break him down so hard that he cries, and you think that I won't have something to say about it!?" I screech, shoving him backwards.
"Go back to your chambers, woman."
"NO!" I scream and tackle him. Loki comes running in.
LOKI'S POV:
Sam is hanging off of Thor, screaming about how he has no right. She's trying to avenge me, which is painfully ironic. I trot over to the two, Sam kicking and screaming, and Thor trying to shake her off. He whips his body harshly and Sam flies across the room and hits the wall with a BANG.
"Sam!" I yell, and dart over to her. She's crying, and she tells me she can't move. My full attention trains on Thor.
"You terrible excuse for an Asgardian!" I yell and shove him to the ground.
We're rolling on the floor, punching and kicking and biting, and then Sam joins the party. Her nose is bleeding, and I'm sure she's going to be bruised, but she jumps into the fight. She digs her nails into Thor's arm and she bites his shoulder. I'm laughing at the way Thor squeals at the shocking battle tactics when my mother walks in.
"THOR! LOKI! GET UP!" she commands. Thor and I are up in an instance, but Sam is sprawled on the floor. I can't tell if she's laughing or crying, but she looks pretty beat up.
"Boys! Why are you fighting!? This is a level of frivolity I will not tolerate! Samantha, are you alright?" mother says.
Sam looks furious. She gets to her feet and snaps rudely at the queen.
"Do I look like a Samantha to you!? My name is Sam, don't act like you know me!" she snarls.
The smile forming on my lips makes Thor angry, but Sam drags me out of the castle before either the queen or Thor could get at me.
"That was hot." I tell Sam.
"I didn't get to hurt him." She frowns.
"I think you got him pretty good when you bit him." I laugh.
Sam flashes a crystal smile and I take her hand. She's probably seen enough for today.
"Bed time?" I smile.
"Yeah." She says. We start to walk home, but she falls asleep in my arms. How she can fall asleep while walking is a miracle to me. I carry her back to my house, and lay her in bed. I hope she won't mind sharing. I crawl I beside her and wrap my arms about her. She wakes up and turns to me. I kiss her forehead and we fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
SAM'S POV:
The sun shines in my eyes and draws me from my slumber. My face is within centimeters of Loki's. I wiggle out of his hold, and pull myself out of bed. Surprisingly, he stays peacefully asleep. He's so amazing, and just because I can't pull myself away from the sight of his sleeping body, I sit on the edge of the hole and watch him. My feet dangle along the side, and if he was determined, Loki could grab them. As I contemplate his sleeping hands reaching for my toes, his legs move. Deep in a dream, he starts running in his bed. I giggle. His hands flail about, and then he screams. The scream is so desperate so broken, it could curdle blood. It was loud too.
"SAM!" he screams again, but this time he's conscious.
"Loki, it's okay. I'm right here." I say, slipping back next to him.
He springs up and hugs me. His arms hold me, and I feel like he's not letting go anytime soon.
"You were dead. Thor killed you." He explained.
My heart drops. He was dreaming about me being murdered by his own brother. I don't understand why, but it makes me feel awful.
"I'm one hundred percent alive sweetheart. Don't worry." I promise.
I tell him I'm alive, but a feeling in my chest stirs up the fear I thought I didn't have.