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Chapter 11

Ditto was lost at what to do. She had been thinking it out before Loki had shown up at the tree. He started sharing with her about him, about his past and what he did on Earth. Why he did that she could not understand. Maybe he was trying to get her to trust him.

That's the thing, she did trust him. It may be foolish, but she did. Ditto found a lot of simalitaries between them. They were not directly the same, but they were connections. Growing up, she always had anger issues but was told she needed to get it under control, and she did. Making it seem like this was not a big deal made her seem a lot more collected now than she really felt.

Ditto wanted to beat something up, kick a trash can, break some windows with a bat, or something. One thing Asguard seemed to be lacking in was the things she wanted to take her anger out on, and it seemed like the anger she felt was encouraged here. She had seen a few fights in the arena below the window of the library. The angrier they got, the better they fought, and from her reading, that seemed to always be the case. The rage of war makes you fight better.

She did not want to fight; she just wanted to get this anger out, but she felt like she had to watch her every step. As much as she was not supposed to be, Ditto was still mortal. She was supposed to accept her Goddess powers, make the 'connection' with Loki, and make him get better. Yeah, great plan.

It would have worked better if she was given some time to think through things. Since she had gotten here this seemed to be the main focus, and more than half the time she was not allowed to think.

Ditto looked at her wrists, at the mostly healed scars. There was no scabbing. The skin had healed, but they were still sore. That might be something she would need to talk to the healer about, but it could be an effect off the electricity. She hated science in high school, so she never really paid attention. Now she wished she was a science person, so she would have answers. They may not make sense, but they were answers.

She sat down where she was standing and looked at the woods. She could safely say that she had no idea where she was or how long she had been walking. Now she could say that Loki couldn't find her with knowledge about himself. The jerk. It seemed like, no matter what, she was going to lose herself in this mess, and maybe that was what she needed to do. She as Ditto was not a Goddess, but maybe as someone else, as Dorothy she would be what the expectations demanded of her.

Ditto, Dorothy, they were the same person. Just because she would go by a different name did not make her a different person. The wind picked up and blew her hair out of her face. Acting was not going to get her out of this one. She was hoping that she could act the part, and it would work out.

She cared about Loki, she really did, more than she ever had about Andrew, but she felt like she was in a spot where if she gave up it would be better. Well, if Loki was human it would be better, but no, there is this whole "He is a God with a godly sickness" that messed everything up.

"Damn it," she said out loud. She looked out into the sky. It had gotten dark while she had been walking. The stars were bright, a lot brighter than they were on Earth. She took another look around at the forest and sighed at how lost she really was. She fell on her back and looked at the stars.

When Ditto woke up, it was bright and the sun was directly above her. Half the day was gone and she never went back to the castle last night. She sat up quickly, looked around, and realized she was still lost. That had not changed while she slept, but she would have been okay of someone was around right now that could take her back. Normally she went to breakfast and lunch with Loki and Thor, and seeing that it had to have been noon they would have known about her disappearance by now.

"Damn," she said looking around.

"Where is she?" Loki yelled as he burst into the throne room. Odin and Figure looked at him.

"What do you mean?" Odin asked.

"Lady Ditto is no where to be found. Thor and I have checked all of her normal spots, and we are unable to find her."

"Where was the last place you saw her?" Figure spoke starting to look worried. Loki focused on his mother. It seemed like she was the one taking this seriously.

"We were walking in the garden last night. It was before dark. She got frustrated and walked deeper in the garden," he explained. Could she have not returned last night? If that was the case, then she could be anywhere.

"Loki, go into the garden and look for her. We will send guards out around Asguard to find her," his mother spoke. Loki nodded and turned to leave the room. "Loki, what did she get frustrated over?"

"I was wrong in my actions, Mother. I went to her to tell her that this morning, and she was not there." His mother smiled knowingly.

"We will find her, Loki. Have no fear," she said. Loki stumbled as he walked; he caught himself before he fell over, but his mother was at his side. "Loki, are you alright?" she asked. He nodded.

"Loki is not well enough to travel into the woods. He needs to be in a healing room," Odin spoke.

"Father," Loki protested and stood up. Pain ate at his side, but Loki tried to hide it.

"Figgura, take him to a healing room and make sure he stays there," Odin spoke. "I have my suspions on what is going on, and I want to be safe. Loki, this is for your own good." Before Loki could protest, his mother was nudging him out of the room, letting him use her as support.

"I will send Thor, Lady Sif, and the warriors three into the garden," the queen reassured Loki as they stumbled down the hall.

Ditto despised the fact that she was in a dress with no shoes. It made climbing so much harder. Going up a few branches was one thing, but trying to climb the whole tree was another.

She had a plan: get to the top of the tree and see of she could find the palace. If she could, walk that way. Plain and simple-something she could do. Her foot slipped on a patch of moss, and she started to fall but managed to grab hold of a branch before she fell to far. She looked down.

"A little too high for me," she said pulling herself closer to the trunk of the tree. Waiting a moment more, she sighed. "I have to get up there." Talking to herself, she found, was the only thing keeping her sane at the moment. She hoisted herself up another branch. She was almost to the top; as long as she did not look back down, she would be fine.

Getting through the top layer of leaves was harder than she expected because she had to break past them and keep her balance; it was a feeling that she did not like. She held onto the leaves for balance as she looked around the open sky looking for the palace.

It was behind her. This made her glad that she looked because she thought it was to the left of her; she would have been lost for days. There was a rustling in the leaves. Ditto thought it was the wind so she steered herself to where she was until it passed but was caught off guard when birds flew up from the trees.

She was hit with something. A branch, a bird, she did not know, but she lost her balance and was scared for her life. In a quick attempt, she tried to grab hold of branches. She hit her head a few times, and at some point her vision went black, and she was out.

Loki felt like his head had been beat by Thor's hammer and his abdomen felt worse. His mother sat beside him trying to tell him he would be fine, that Ditto would be found and it would all work out. Loki did not have the energy to respond.

Thor came running into the room. Before Loki could see what was going on, all the remaining healers were around the other bed.

"Dear Gods," his mother spoke. Loki looked at her demanding with his eyes that she tell him what happened. She looked at him and then back to the cluster of healers.

"Loki, Thor found Lady Ditto. She is hurt," she said. The healers moved to focus on other parts of her leaving her face for Loki to see. Her face had cuts and smeared blood marks all over it. She was unconscious. Loki's heart sank at seeing her so beat up.

"She was not like that before," Loki spoke. He knew what he wanted to say, and he knew that what he had said was not all he wanted to say, but it was all he had energy for. He was able to see the rest of her now. Her dress was torn in spots showing skin and other parts were blood stained.

"Ouch!" Loki exclaimed. It felt like someone had poked his leg violently. His mother looked at him and so did the head healer. The healer looked back at Ditto then back at him.

"My Lady, touch Lady Ditto's wound again," the head healer instructed. The Queen, not taking her eyes off Loki. Pain seared Loki's leg, and the healer gasped.

"Mother, I do not understand," Thor spoke.

"Neither do I," she replied.

"My queen, there is some sort of connection between your son and Lady Ditto." Loki felt his jaw drop. That phrase had more meaning to it than the healer knew.

The healer put her hands over Loki and her hands started glowing. She looked frustrated.

"I know Loki's health is failing, but if he is feeling her pain, it is going to be really complicated for us to be able to treat the two of them," she explained.

"What are our choices?" his mother asked. The nurse sighed.

"We have a scan going on Lady Ditto now, but if Prince Loki is feeling her pain, she could very well be feeling his, we can't be sure whose injuries are whose."

"Can't you treat both injuries for both people?" Thor asked. The nurse shook her head.

"When I touch Lady Ditto's wounds that Prince Loki does not have, he feels pain. We have to choose who to heal first, and if the other one survives we can work on them."

"Thor, go get your father," Figure spoke. Loki looked at his mother.

"Mother," Loki spoke. His mother hushed him.

"Loki, you are too weak at the moment. Wait until your father gets here." Loki looked back at Ditto. She still had not woken up. He heard a gasp come from a nurse that was working on her every now and then, but no one was speaking. He wanted to probe the healer's minds but found that he could not propel any magic from his person.

It seemed like days passed before Odin and Thor came into the room. Odin looked back and forth between Loki and Ditto. Loki tried to sit up but was unable to. How did he get this bad in this amount of time? Breathing was getting hard, and he could feel pain in places that he knew he was not hurt, so it had to be Ditto's pain.

Why had this connection formed now? This can't be the connection that everyone wants him to have, because if it were then he would be better; he would be healed and not fighting to breath, let alone talk. The head healer walked over to Odin and started talking to him. Loki assumed that it was to explain what was happening. Odin nodded and walked over to him.

"Loki, how are you doing?" Loki stared at him, put his head back on the pillow, and looked up at his parents. What the hell is this? He felt like he was dying, and he did not even know if the pain was his or hers. Odin nodded. Loki was not sure what it was for, but it was a nod nevertheless.

"Put him to sleep." One of the nurses put a glowing hand over his face. Loki tried to fight it but was unable to. He quickly fell asleep.

So there you go. The story is almost done believe it or not.

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