There was a silence as Loki slowly opened his eyes. Christie gasped so sharply that it made her head feel dizzy afterwards. Jen groaned, her eyes shut and stood next to a wall, knowing that at this stage it was almost pointless to even try and take her away. Loki couldn't move this time, he was breathing heavily and he tried to heave himself off the floor but couldn't quite do it, finding himself too weak. How he was still breathing at a steady pace amazed him. Christie however felt like she was ready to throw up or faint or something because she wasn't about to make it any longer. It's like a light had been switched on in Loki's head - he had left every connection to do with him and Christie in the past, it no longer existed - until he linked eye contact with her. It scared him.
"Annerledes let's go," Jen whispered from afar. Suddenly, something in the air changed. The furniture in Loki's cell began to vibrate as Christie heard the white noise again. She hadn't heard this for so long that she almost forgot what it felt like - well she tried to, she tried so hard. Christie slammed her hands over her ears as she tried to shake it out but then the ground that she stood on began to shake also. Loki's breathing increased and suddenly he let out a yelp of either surprise or anger as well, the lights now flickering and him holding the back of his head in pure shock. Jen swore under her breath and began to worry, badly, as she hung on to the closest thing to her which was a small round table that held all of the prisoner's details. "ANNERLEDES!" she shouted over the heavy rattling. "COME ON!" Christie found that even though she still had her hands over her ears in pain, she couldn't break eye contact with Loki and he couldn't break his. Why? Well, Christie felt a mix of emotions - anger, sadness, relief, love and rejection. Loki had not paid any attention since the issue in Manhattan and being ignored as a child? That honestly hurt her in such a way that her heart had become so closed but yet bruised that she physically couldn't handle it, yet she couldn't pull herself away because this man, this one man was the love of her life and the only one that understood her. Loki? He had changed. Being imprisoned for all these years with nothing but his thoughts and his mother's visits did not help his sanity. He knew there was only one person that he wanted to visit again and now she was standing in front of him. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do yet he couldn't bring himself to do anything apart from stare at her. They were screaming so much because their minds automatically tried to connect which hurt. Both minds had originally fit together like a puzzle - therefore when they disconnected, they lost a piece of themselves meaning that as soon as they were within a suitable radius they would try to connect as soon as humanely possible. Loki was so anxious that Christie heard him take a deep breath in her mind and she knew he was about to try and verbally connect.
"NO LOKI DONT," she shouted quickly, shaking her head and suddenly squeezing her eyes shut. "STOP." Jen felt the vibrations get harder and she groaned heavily, glancing behind her and noticing that guards were getting suspicious and constantly looking behind them. How did they not see what was happening?
"Annerledes...I..." Loki finally said out loud - even through Christie's state she heard him loud and clear.
"Please, I'm-" Jen saw that the guards were coming down and she staggered through the shakiness and the unsteady floor to make her way over to Christie and firmly shove her out of the small door, breaking the connection again and everything staying still as soon as she left. Loki was on his own again.
"What did you do that for?" Christie hyperventilated, as Jen shoved her through the dark damp corridors and back through the main doors. Her breathing was rigid and her head was hurting so much that she couldn't even describe it. It felt like that time all over again, where only Loki could take it away.
"ANNERLEDES! Things were happening, everything was shaking and you were unable to tear your gaze away from him! It's a wonder you didn't make any noise! Thank gods the guards didn't react to you," Jen almost screamed out of rage and relief.
"What...?" Christie paused. "I was screaming at him with so much rage - how did they not hear it?" Jen let out a small laugh.
"You didn't say anything out loud, trust me," she scoffed, leading her back down the golden corridors of the palace. "Whatever you thought you said out loud to him, you said in your head."
"But that means that we're officially reconnected," Christie mumbled, feeling so spacious that she now assumed she was dreaming.
"YUP! But that's what you wanted wasn't it?" Jen asked mockingly, flicking back her curly toffee brown hair and giving a small curtesy of goodnight before leaving across the hallways to her own room. Christie only then realised that the door she stood outside of was in fact hers and opened it wearily, slowly mooching to take off her robes, tie up her hair and collapse into bed, throwing the duvet over her. Seeing Loki again was a challenge for her. Christie's life consisted of her being ignored - ignored by her mother, by her father and by her sister, ignored by everyone. She learnt not to feel emotion and to keep her heart cold, which is why she was a perfect assassin. Obviously, if your father was Professor Charles Xavier and out of both of the daughters that he had, you were the one that did not have any mutant powers whilst your sister was there bending all of the elements, there wasn't going to be much attention for you. However, she found hope and comfort in someone that had the same experience - Loki. He was treated the same so it was so easier to let all the bottled emotion out, he definitely had some sort of effect on her. So the one time she allowed herself to feel something, this happened. That's why between Manhattan and now, she had constantly worked on shutting herself down again, which she ended up doing well as long as there were no triggers, in which there were plenty such as his sceptre and...ah yes, his face.
These were the thoughts running through her head as she took a deep sleep when she was awoken by a series of highpitched screams down the hallway.
A/N: HELLO
I am so sorry that I haven't written in so long, my exams took over and I started my final year at school before university so everything was so crazy but I am back for good now, I promise! Aww thank you so much for sticking by this story, I appreciate it so much.
J xx
