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The title of this chapter is from Jeffree Star 'I'm in Love (With a Killer)'
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Chapter Eleven
Stab me straight through the heart
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Owww!"
Note to self: Don't punch Dark Elves wearing armor.
I hiss in pain, shaking my throbbing hand. I had tried to punch an elf in the stomach, 'cause, ya know, that hurts like hell. Unfortunately, the dude is wearing some weird, white, belly armor thing that's as hard as a rock.
Okay, yeah, I know punching an armored elf may not have been the best idea on my part, but the stuff looks soft and mushy. How was I supposed to tell the difference?
You know, this reminds me of that time Madison and I were fist bumping, but she didn't slow down, so-
"Yikes!"
I jerk back to reality as a Dark Elf shoots its gun at me. Ducking, I snarl and lunge forward, lashing out with my knife. The blade cuts its wrist and I knock the gun out of the elf's hands. Then, I grab its arm, yank it forward, and slice its neck with my dagger. The elf drops to the ground, lifeless.
Whirling around, I come face-to-face with two more Dark Elves. One of them raises its gun to shoot at me, but I quickly throw my knife into its neck.
The other one doesn't have a gun, but a mace instead. It swings the spiked ball at me and I duck. Surging forward, I ram into its armored chest with my head with enough force to knock it off its feet. And to give me a bump.
I wince, then shake my head and leap onto the elf. It struggles underneath me, but I quickly snap the poor brute's neck. Ew.
Panting, I stand up and gaze down at its lifeless body. Natasha would be so proud! Ugh, but I know what Madison would say right now.
Omg, I can't believe you did that!
Ew, that's so gross!
Couldn't you have knocked it out instead of killing it? The poor thing!
No, Madison, I could not have knocked it out! I quip at her in my head, even though she can't hear me, It obviously has some weird helmet to prevent that from happening! Duh!
…
Oh, God, I miss Madison so much!
Sighing, I glance to my right and see a Dark Elf staring at me with blank eyes, its gun raised. I stare back at it, waiting for its next move, but it doesn't do anything. I give it a confused look and then roll my eyes.
"What, you wanna piece of me?" I ask intimidatingly, taking a step forward. It raises its gun, but stays still.
"Phht, whatever." I scoff, and then lunge towards it. As fast as lightning, I kick the gun out of its hands and then punch it in the face. Ow. Again.
The Dark Elf falls backwards and I leap onto it. Since I'm such a nice person, I just rip its mask off and knock it out instead of killing it. Yeah, that's how awesome I am.
Once it's out cold, I look up and see Loki fighting another group of elves nearby. I'm about to go and help when I notice the elvish gun on my left. Perking up, I grab it and stand.
Hopefully I didn't damage it too much when I kicked it out of the elf's hands. And hopefully I won't accidentally shoot myself because I have no idea how to use a gun. I mean, it's not like Natasha hasn't taught me (because she has, trust me), I'm just not very good with them. They're so loud when they fire, and it's like they're trying to jump out of your hands. And don't get me started on aim!
I jerk back to reality as I hear Loki grunt. He's still fighting the elves, but I notice a scratch on his temple. Okay, screw my fear.
Finding the trigger on the gun, I rush towards the battle and yell, "Loki, DUCK!" Immediately, the trickster drops to the ground and the Dark Elves look over at me.
Leaping into the air, I pull the trigger and fire over and over at them. The light/lazer bullet zaps them, burning their armor and making them screech. It seems like they can take a few hits before going down, so I just continue firing.
"Hell yeah, moth-" my curse is drowned out by the sound of dying elves and firing guns. Damn, this elf pistol thing is going like a machine gun! I love it!
Soon, only one more Dark Elf is standing, but I back off and let Loki beat it up. The Sly One jumps to his feet and, as quick as Thor's lightning, grabs the elf's head in his hands and smashes it against his armored knee. There's a loud crack, and then the creature drops heavily to the floor, its mask split in half.
"Cool." I grin, giving the god a thumbs up.
Panting, Loki looks at me and says, "Nice shooting. For a child."
Rolling my eyes, I walk past him, elbowing him in the side as I do, "Teen, Jailbird. Teen. There is a huge, huge difference."
"My name is Loki," he corrects me again, "Not 'Jailbird'."
I shrug, not looking at him, and open my mouth to reply when something catches my eye. A really big boulder flying across a valley. I frown. What the hell is that?
The rock crashes into a mountainside, shattering into a million pieces. A few moments later, a red and silver figure emerges from it and my eyes widen. As I feared, I see Kurse and watch as he stalks towards Thor quickly.
Glancing over my shoulder, I say, "Hey, Thor's being attacked by Kurse."
Right when I say that, I hear the whoosh sound of the Thunder God summoning his hammer. Nearby, Mjolnir bursts out from beneath some rocks and rushes towards Thor. I smile, but then gawk as Kurse sends a backhand to it and the hammer crashes to the ground.
Whoa.
Not even Hulk can do that!
"Come." I jump in surprise at Loki's voice beside me. The God of Mischief brushes past me and runs towards his brother. I smirk. So he does love his bro!
Before I start after him, I turn around and retrieve my knife from a Dark Elf's neck. Ignoring the blood on it, I slip it into one of my pockets, and then notice something on the ground. I hesitate, and then brush some debris off of the object.
A sword.
A fancy, black, kick-ass sword.
My eyes widen in awe. Damn, although these elves are a pain in the neck, I love their weapons. Especially when they're in my hands.
Leaning down, I carefully pick up the sword by its hilt. The blade drags on the ground, deciding to be too lazy to fight against gravity. With a small grunt, I lift the whole thing into the air. Wow, it's heavier than I expected.
"Are you going to help or not, Wolf?" Loki's voice echoes across the valley and I glance up. He's a bit away from me, almost at the top of one of the hills. Gripping the sword tightly so I don't drop it, I jog towards him. The trickster raises an eyebrow at the weapon in my hands as I get closer.
"What is that?" he asks, sounding exasperated.
I roll my eyes, "A sword. Duh! And what's with the new 'wolf' nickname?"
Loki ignores the sword and turns around, "Would you prefer me to call you 'mortal'?" He starts speed walking up to the hilltop. Scoffing, I trot up to his side and say, "I'd prefer Zoey."
"And I'd prefer Loki." he counters and I wrinkle my nose, huffing, "Touche."
We reach the top of the hill and gaze down at the valley. Currently, Kurse is punching the ground repeatedly, much to my confusion. Judging by the flashes of silver and red underneath him, I'm guessing that Thor is the one getting bashed.
"Hmm." I hum, watching the scene, and then glance at Loki, "I think he needs help, Jailbird."
The Sly One arches an eyebrow, giving me an incredulous look, "You think?" He turns back to the valley and I notice his eyes narrow slightly. From his intense look, I'm guessing he's mulling something over in his head.
After a few moments of silence, and the faint sounds of Thor being punched, I ask awkwardly, "So, got any ideas?"
There's a pause, and then Loki replies, "Yes, actually. I've got a plan."
"Cool." I perk up, "What do I do?"
He takes the elvish sword from me, and then says, "Stay here and stay silent."
My jaw drops. "What?!" I exclaim, outraged, "Hell no! I wanna help!"
"And you will." The trickster drawls, sounding irritated, "Just wait for my signal." Without waiting for a reply, he turns away and heads down the mountain. I stare after him, still angry, but then sigh and sit down behind a boulder. I peek out from behind it, watching Loki as he stalks towards Kurse, the elf sword in his hands.
Ahh, I see what he's doing!
I honestly don't see why I couldn't help, though. I mean, what if Kurse hears him and attacks? And why did he tell me to wait for his signal if he's just going to kill Kurse right there?
My green-and-amber eyes narrow suspiciously. "What are you planning, Jailbird?" I mutter under my breath.
Suddenly, I hear rocks shift behind me and whirl around, my heart pounding. Much to my relief, I realize that it's only Jane. The astrophysicist smiles, looking a little shaky, and creeps towards me. When she notices the fight going on in the valley, her eyes widen and she exclaims, "Is that Thor?!"
"Shh!" I hush, glancing over my shoulder, "Yeah, it is. But Loki's gonna help him!"
She doesn't looked relieved. At all.
"Are you sure?" she asks in a low voice, "What if he was lying? You remember what he did. How he tried to take over Earth. He has tried to kill Thor over and over. How can we trust him?"
I give her a long look. Then, I glance at the valley. Loki is almost behind Kurse. Making up my mind, I turn back to Jane and lie, "You're right. We can't. I'm going to go after him. You stay here, though."
She nods and hides behind the boulder. Whirling around, I quickly slither down the hill. Since I'm going kind of fast, pebbles and metal clatter around me, but I don't care. Kurse is busy with Thor, and Loki's already about to attack the giant Dark Elf.
A few feet away, I stop, holding my breath and watching. As fast as lightning, Loki lifts the sword and stabs it right through Kurse's back. I grin.
Boo-yah! You dead, brothah!
To my confusion, though, the Dark Elf doesn't fall down, or even cry out in pain. Instead, he slowly turns around towards the Sly One. Then, without warning, he suddenly grabs Loki and stabs him with the end of the blade jutting through his chest.
"Loki, no!" I shriek, my heart lurching. The trickster yells in pain, while Kurse glares daggers at him. The Dark Elf shoves Loki away and the God of Mischief falls to the ground. Immediately, I rush to his side, dropping to my knees.
Then, time seems to slow down.
My hand reaches for his wound, but… I don't find any. No gash, no blood, no nothing. Only a green flash of magic. My eyes widen and I glance at Loki in surprise. He gives me a strange look, and then time plays fast again.
The trickster grabs my upper arm for support, grunting. Shaking out of my shock, I use a knee and my left arm to prop him up. My other hand is still clutching where his wound should be.
Panting, Loki looks up at Kurse and hisses, "See you in hell, monster!"
My sensitive ears pick up a beeping sound and I glance up at the Dark Elf. Kurse looks down at his belt, and I realize that one of the grenades is beeping. He grabs it, attempting to turn it off, but it's too late. I flinch as a black hole erupts and Kurse is sucked into it, screeching.
I look back down at Loki, my eyes darting to and fro, searching for some sort of injury or anything. He gives me the same look from before, but this time I realize that it's a warning look.
Before I can do anything else, something hard rams into me and I'm flung aside. I yelp, and then scramble to my feet. Thor is now where I was, trying to be gentle with Loki but clearly panicked.
What's even more surprising is that there is a wound now. Loki's covering it with a hand, but blood soaks the cloth and armor around it.
My mind whirls. I- I don't understand… he-he just got stabbed, but… the wound, it's- well, it is there now, but it wasn't before!
"No. No, no, no!" Thor mutters feverishly, grabbing his brother's shoulder and pulling him onto his lap, "Oh, you fool, you didn't listen!"
I notice Loki's skin turning grey and my heart skips a beat.
"I know." the trickster rasps, looking at the Thunder God, "I'm a fool. I'm a fool." He gasps for air at the end.
Suddenly, something inside of me jerks awake. Through my clouded, confused mind, a little shadow of sense peeks in. I narrow my eyes. Wait a minute…
"Stay with me, okay?" Thor grabbing Loki's face for a moment, and then moving back to his wound. "I'm sorry." Loki gasps, eyes wide and skin even grayer, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The shadow of sense becomes bigger in my mind and I frown. Something's off here…
"Shh." Thor hushes, "It's okay." Loki's breaths become shallower and the Thunder God continues, "It's alright. I'll tell Father what you did here today."
Loki pauses, and then meets his gaze, "I didn't do it for him." His skin loses its color and grays completely. Then, his head tilts back and he closes his eyes.
Thor scowls, shaking, and yells out in anguish, "No!" He squeezes his eyes shut and cradles his brother, silently sobbing.
My lip quivers and my eyes start watering. The only thing that keeps the tears from falling is my confusion. But still, right now isn't the best time to be questioning things.
Taking a deep breath, I kneel down next to Thor, gazing down at Loki's body with pity. Thor's head is on his brother's chest and he's moaning in grief. My heart aches and I faintly hear footsteps behind me as Jane approaches.
Being the jerk that it is, the Wolf chooses this moment to scoff. I clench my jaw and snarl, What? Got anything useful to say now, smartass? Well, it's kind of late-
The Wolf interrupts me by rolling its eyes and growling, Silence.
Me?! I exclaim in outrage, Uh, no, you'd better sh-
Use your senses, the Wolf interrupts again. I narrow my eyes, What?
You are confused, it says, Wolves don't get confused. They figure things out. Now use your senses to do so.
I stifle a retort, mainly because that's a good idea.
Well, I can't see the wound because Thor's in the way, but there's a good amount of blood soaking Loki's clothes. Okay, next- feeling. My spine is still tingling, like it always does around Loki's magic due to my sixth sense. Um, I guess magic doesn't end when its owner dies. Hmm…
Smell, the Wolf commands. Obeying, I take a deep sniff, and then knit my eyebrows in confusion. There's…. there's no death-scent. I inhale again, but I only smell Loki's normal scent. My shoulders droop as realization starts to dawn on me.
No...way...
To confirm my beliefs, I cast my hearing out. Thor's sobs are really loud, as well as his rabbiting heartbeat. Forcing that aside, I search past all that, and then, I hear it! A low, calm, beating heart. Coming from- you guessed it- Loki.
My eyes widen and my jaw drops in outrage.
That bastard!
What the hell does he think he's doing?! Making his brother think he's dead just to, what, get away from him?! That stupid little moron- he nearly gave me a heart attack!
Question his motives, the Wolf rumbles, Instead of uselessly yelling in your brain.
I hiss at it, but then glance at Loki's gray face. Why is he playing dead? I mean, it's gotta be something more than getting away from Thor. Just to be sure, I listen for his heartbeat again, and then check all my other senses. Yup, he's definitely alive.
I frown at the trickster. What are you planning?
Whatever it is, he doesn't want you to tell anyone, the Wolf says. I tilt my head slightly and ask, What makes you think that?
The look he gave you, it replies, You don't need words to know that he wants you to keep quiet about his little scheme. So what are you going to do?
Oh, you're leaving it up to me, now? I counter sassily, What ever happened to the annoying, bossy you?
The Wolf stays silent. I can tell it's waiting for me to answer its question.
Sighing, I give Loki a long look. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself for this, but… Oh, God, why does he have to be so- ugh!
I'm not gonna tell anyone, I reply to the Wolf. For the first time in forever (haha, Frozen), it actually seems surprised at my answer.
Why not? it asks, tilting its imaginary head.
Because, I say, hesitating, Because I wouldn't like it if somebody blew one of my pranks. Especially if I thought the person was on my side.
Are you on his side? the Wolf questions suspiciously. I frown, What other side is there? Besides the evil one.
The Wolf sighs, as if it's obvious, and says, He's not with the Dark Elves, but he most definitely is not with his brother on this. So, who's side are you on? The trickster's, or your so-called Packmate's?
I pause, thinking, and then reply smartly, I'm on my own side. I've got a dark side like the Dark Elves, I'm mischievous like Loki, and I can be a hero like Thor. Well, I guess you could call me a mutt.
The Wolf scoffs and rolls its eyes, You are still an insolent, foolish pup.
And you are still an annoying, bossy smart-ass. I retort, inwardly smirking. And with that, I force it out of my mind. Pwned.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Jane staring at something in the distance. Following her gaze, I notice a large, dark mass of clouds coming towards us. Rather quickly, too. Standing up, I look down at Thor mourning over his pretending-to-be-dead brother. I glance at Jane desperately. We can't stay here, but I don't know how to tell Thor to leave Loki.
Jane nods and takes a deep breath. Kneeling down next to her Asgardian boyfriend, she starts muttering silently to him. I take a step back, not listening. A few moments later, Thor reluctantly straightens up and rises to his feet. He tears his gaze away from his brother and looks up at the storm approaching us.
"We must leave." his voice is heavy with grief. The Thunder God turns back to his brother and says, "I wish we could perform a proper funeral for him."
"When people die on Earth, their relatives and friends bury them in the ground." Jane suggests. I inhale sharply. Uh oh. That wouldn't be good. Before Thor can reply, I say, "The winds from the storm will probably cover him with rocks and soil. That'll protect him."
Thor stays silent, simply staring at his brother. Jane glances at me, and then says softly, "We don't want to get caught in the storm."
"And anyway," I add, "You and I are Avengers. We'll avenge his death and make sure it wasn't in vain. Malekith is going down."
The Thunder God perks up at that and looks at me. With a determined expression, he growls, "Yes. Yes he is." With one last glance at Loki, he turns around and puts an arm around Jane, leading her away. I move to follow them, but then hesitate.
Whirling around, I quickly and silently slink back to Loki. Leaning over him, I snarl, "You owe me so much, Jailbird."
You can't keep a secret from Zoey, can you?
-Periwinkle Skittles
