He turned around to face me. I suddenly felt really scared, but he wasn't angry. The expression on his face looked like sadness; no, regret. He stared into my eyes, and examined my body. His gaze lingered where the blood seeped the most, at the large cut on my stomach, at least half an inch deep. His eyes widened a fraction of a millimeter, enough to show concern but not enough for people to see it. I caught it though. "I am sorry for the misfortune I have caused you." He said quietly. He then walked away. "You haven't answered my question!" I ran after him. He turned around to face me. "My name is Loki, God of Mischief. Is that a sufficient answer?" His cape whipped around and hit one of my cuts. Hard. I winced and fell to the ground. Before I could touch the ground, Loki was at my side. He caught me before I hit the floor and he looked at me in concern. I'm surprized at his caring nature. "Why does it matter if I'm hurt? You caused this without a second thought, it's just never-ending. I hope you like the patterns of the cuts, they're going to be scars soon. If you don't like 'em, better cut a few more in." I got angry at him for caring about me. I know I shouldn't, but he gave this to me. "I did think about it, I regret what I did."
"Why did you even do it in the first place?"
"Because I do not let my emotions come into play while I am doing what I must."
"You have to take over my home? And your emotions are coming into play now. I would leave but my legs hurt too much, just to let you know."
He looks down at my legs. He goes to touch it...
"No. You've done enough."
I pull myself up and walk to the door, but I pull one of my cuts open. I look down to see it's my stomach wound.
Everything starts to move in slow motion. I look up at Loki and his face is contorted into fear and shock. I grab my stomach to try and stop the bleeding, but I look down to see that the blood is oozing through my fingers, staining my shirt and possibly my hands. I look back up and Loki is running towards me, but he didn't catch me in time. My head hits the floor and I black out.
I wake up in green room, with golden accents. I'm guessing Loki took me to a spare room and decided to take care of the wounds. I don't know why he did, maybe I remind him of someone, but he did. As if on cue, he walks into the room. "I apologize for the colour. I heard your name was Pinkie Pie." As the words escaped from his lips, he waved his hand and the green turned to pink. "I didn't mind the green actually. It reminded me of my best friend Fluttershy." I could tell he remembered Shy. "Ah. Your friend. I could change it back..."
"No, no, it's fine." I try to get up and the blood rushes to my head.
"Oh, no, sit down, don't move." Loki comes up and murmurs as he picks me up and puts me back down on the bed. I wasn't used to him touching me, and I felt awkward and vulnerable now. He could hurt me more, maybe even kill me, since I can't fight back. But somehow, I have a feeling that he wouldn't do that. I hoped that he wouldn't. Somewhere inside me, past all the hate, I don't want to hate him. "I'll go get you something to eat. Cupcakes?" He says with a smile. I look down at my bloody shirt. There, in the center, was a cupcake in a heart. Of course.