LokiXReader: Black Wings Part 3, Someone Like Me
It was the first time you slept in a real bed since you were captured. It was much better than the little foam mat you had to sleep on back at head-quarters. You woke up to the sun shining through the window because you forgot to close the shades. You were used to it anyways. You lived in a freaking sun room for gods sake. You sit up, and look out the window at the suburb. Children were already playing across the street, and people already jogging on the sidewalk. You look at the mirror on the dresser and noticed your ponytail was falling off of your head. You take it out, and walk to the bathroom to take a shower.
The shower was different to. It was actually...warm. Not the ice cold water the cruel agents made you use because 'Birds keep themselves warm'. It felt like you could stay in there for days, yet you only stayed for 45 minutes. You got out, and put your S.H.I.E.L.D jumpsuit on. Before you zip the back up all the way, you look at your shoulder blades in the mirror, where your wings come out. You thought for years, they were just gaping holes in your back, and struggled to cover them up. Yet no, just two barley visible scars. You zip up your suit the rest of the way, braid your bangs into a pony tail and walk out of the bathroom. You proceed to pack up your belongings, but then remember. You don't have any belongings. Just then the side door of your room opens and Loki walks in. "You birds sleep for a long time. I was about to break down the door to wake you up." Loki says. "Feel free to next time." You say, glancing at the clock. Its 1:30 pm. "Well don't you clean up nicely." Loki says. "Don't flatter yourself, criminal." You say smirking. "Hey, you never told me about that Asgard place." You say, crossing your arms. "Sorry I was a bit aggravated last night. I wouldn't have told you anyways." He says, grabbing your room key off your dresser. You notice when he grabs the key, a small yet deep cut on his hand. "Holy crap what did you do!" You say, quickly grabbing his hand and examining the wound, he pulls it away. "Just a little accident." He says, covering it with his other hand, you know it was from last night. "We have to clean that before it gets in..." "I think I know how to clean wounds from Asga... Never mind we have to go." Loki interrupts, walking out the door. You follow him out the door into the summer air of the suburb. He walks to the lobby and slides the keys underneath the door. "Shouldn't we just..." "Don't question my actions." Loki says, walking across the parking lot.
When both of you made it to the sidewalk, quite and awkward silence began. First 5 seconds, then 15, then 30, then 60. "What did you do to your hand?" You blurt out of nowhere, and instantly regret it. You hated it when people asked you about your wounds or scars. He side glances at you "Sometimes I can't control what my anger does to me." He says, plain and simple. "I used to do that too." You say, staring at the sidewalk. You can feel his stare on you as you both cross a street. "Do what?" He asks. "Feel like your trapped in something you don't want to be in," You sigh, "Back at the head-quarters, I used to have other 'bird pun' things as the agents called them. A bird feeder, a mirror, one of those ropes that hang on a perch. Everything. I got so mad at myself for the littlest things and went on a rampage. Trying to get out, even sometimes trying to die. So they took everything out so I couldn't hurt myself anymore than I already have. I know how it feels. I liked being alone on my rampages so I could get over my anger." You finish. 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 30 seconds. "That's exactly how it feels." He says, almost a whisper. "That's why I left you alone." You say. "You heard me?" Loki asks. "Yes. I felt horrible for you...but... at the same time comforted that someone did the same things I did." You say, you feel his stare again and focus on the sidewalk.
After some more awkward silence. Loki told you about Asgard as you were walking. You didn't know exactly where you were walking, but Asgard sounded so interesting you didn't care. He told you about the 9 realms, and all the gods. His brother Thor and his father Odin, but then told you the downfall of it all. How he was adopted, and lied to his whole life, a monster. Both of your stories weren't so different, but yet they were. Loki was at least physically free. You were locked up most of your life. Yet you still enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed that you found someone like you.
Authors Notes
Been having troubles with my computer, and uploading stories (Also why this is so short) :( not sure if I will post today or tomorrow but I will try! It was horrible trying to post this one! Thanks for the patience.
~Marissa
