I AM SO SORRY.
It literally was SO hard to find time to write this chapter. I've been so busy and I've been progressively working on it since I posted the last chapter. I'm happy that I finally got it out to you guys.
Few things though- Although this matter was cleared up, someone DID steal my story and posted it on Quizilla. Just so you guys know, I will ONLY post this story on fanfiction, and I will link to this page through my tumblr account(like some of you already know). But really, if anyone has the nerve to plagiarize my story, I can be such a cold-hard bitch. I will be mean, just because I protect my work like a mother to her children. I've worked SO hard on this and it kills me to know it was stolen.
That being said, I'm more than happy to give you the next installment to the story. Much more is happening!
It was painful. Everything was hurting. Everything was ablaze. Rebecca had since exited the palace in which she was held captive for 2 days and 3 nights. Her stride had a heavy limp, her eyes shut as she winced, and, she had stopped herself several times in order to regain her consciousness. She was so tired. Never before had ancient magic worn her out so much. She never used it it to such an extent like she just had when fighting Loki.
Loki.
What a character. Rebecca couldn't tell if she completely hated him or admired him for believing in his crooked mind without any sort of doubt. Loki was a paradox of beings. One moment, he was trying(and failing)to be sincere, the next, he is raping her senselessly, and the next, he is fighting her. She just didn't get his mood swings. She'd recommend him medication but... who knows how that'd work on as god. But truthfully, Rebecca couldn't see him as a god.
She couldn't fear him as she did the first time they had met. She saw him now as simply a man. He was a man with overly dramatic tendencies and he had ill qualities. Rebecca could fight them. She could've won that battle if she didn't feel so drained. Stamina. That's what she'd work on next. She'd fight until her body dropped dead next time Loki tried to act all high and mighty around her.
Rebecca huffed slightly, holding her arm tightly as she saw a few figures up ahead. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she saw Captain American running towards her.
"Need a lift?" He asked kindly, grinning. Without a response, he bent down and scooped Rebecca up into his arms and started running towards the hovering aircraft.
"You are such a gentleman," Rebecca laughed, only to wince in pain after. She was still injured.
The Captain glanced down to her, replying,"Well, I'm glad I can be of service." He was nice. And good looking. Rebecca never met the Captain up this very moment, but she could already tell she liked him. He was human too. Sort of. Mostly human. Not some god. She forgot she had to give Thor a piece of her mind later today. Yes, she knew it wasn't his fault his brother was a crazed maniac rapist, but still... he should've listened to her when she said she didn't want to go with Loki.
Loki.
Every time his name entered her mind she could feel her body instinctively shiver. Her mind ran over their conversation moments ago. Rebecca basically told him what she thought of him... She told him how she didn't get him and how he was acting against his words.
"You're taking everything from me, and you don't even see it, nor do you even care."
That is what she had said. And when she did, Loki went down on one knee as if to comfort her. Did he want to comfort her? Rebecca could've used comforting, but not from him. He was disgusting to her.
And yet at the same time, Rebecca knew something was so deeply wrong with him. He was like one of those depressed and crazed writers she was lucky enough to get at the NY times office. They always provided the most intricate and complex tales that made Rebecca beam. The workmanship was always something she never could quite figure out until she spent long hours simply studying the work.
That is why she looked back at him one last time. She wanted to see something she hadn't before. She wanted to find something deep within those beautiful emerald eyes that maybe she missed. Rebecca wanted to... understand him, because she was so perplexed by who he was and what his purpose was. Yes, she hated his guts, but at the same time, it was fascinating to see someone with such an odd personality. There was always a backstory. There were always those fine, itty-bitty details that needed to found.
Rebecca truly had no idea why Loki was such a hard-ass. And it puzzled her. Rebecca had such conflicting views. Thinking of Loki made her want to puke, basically. But, juxtaposing her basic human reaction, her mind couldn't help but wonder why. That was always the question. Why.
Why did he act in such violent manners? Why did he resort to violence over communication? Why was he such a clearly tormented person(aka their first encounter) that he needed to act in such a way to control himself?
Maybe that is what Loki was. A piece of work.
Rebecca could feel herself laugh at her own joke. Hell yes he was a piece of work.
Without even trying, she had become completely absorbed in her own thoughts about a man she hated, but couldn't help but wonder about. Loki was the God of Mischief, because he was clearly a trickster.
He was getting in her head, and that was probably what he wanted. Rebecca glanced up to Captain America, holding her carefully to not injure her further. She smiled a bit to him, asking,"I read about you. The man in the ice."
"Oh yeah?"
"Remarkable, really. Your story."
The Captain's face changed a bit, hardening,"Thanks."
There was a female in his story. He loved someone dearly but she was in the past. She was probably dead. That must have been hard, to go on living and knowing that the one you love is dead because of cruel nature of time. Time did some pretty horrible things to mankind, despite being the reason why life continued.
"You're really brave though, Captain. It's admirable," Rebecca told him, giving his chest a weak pat before she winced from her injuries. She grinned, shaking her head,"I'm acting so out of character right now."
The Captain could only chuckle,,"I don't think you are normally one for compliments, but I'll take it. Loss of blood may be a good thing for you."
"Perhaps."
Loki could feel his legs give out beneath him and his body fell downwards. He sunk down onto his knees, just staring at the picture. His finger came up to lightly touch the image of his sweet Celia. His face morphed into complete and utter despair. Thor was right for once. He had forgotten what she had looked like. After 1000 years, Loki had tried to forget about her because her death had reigned so heavily on him. Loki had not eaten, slept, or even spoke a word when he mourned. He didn't even play any pranks.
After her death, he changed drastically. When Loki re-emerged, there was a different light about him. It was darker. This was the change that made Loki who he was.
Loki became a hardened shell after her passing, watching, observing, and hating everything around him. He hated Odin for not protecting his kingdom like a good king should. He hated Thor for claiming he'd protect Celia when he did not... But most importantly, Loki hated himself. That was only the foundation to much more hatred from other aspects of his life.
He hated himself so much that he didn't act sooner in the last moments of battle.
And yet here she saw, smiling at up at him with her soft cheeks and her bright sapphire eyes. It was as if time had never passed and this was simply another day in their beautiful, perfect lives. Loki could feel his heart well up with emotions as he stared down at the image. He missed her so much.
Celia.
Lost and gone. He could feel his heart finally break, the hard shell that he has built finally cracking as his weakness surfaced. His love for Celia was his weakness. It made him his old self... It made him want to be good, try to be good. If Celia were around, he wouldn't even think about taking over Midgard and destroying the Avengers. He wouldn't have even tried to abolish Thor and his throne... He would have been happy just holding her to him, kissing her forehead, and staring down into her smiling face.
Loki had railed so long against letting his memories and emotions freed. And yet here he was, shaking, trembling, dying, as he saw Celia in her still position. She was still so beautiful. Loki still loved her. He could never find himself out of love when Celia came to mind. She was the only thing that warmed his frozen heart after 1000 years of loneliness.
All of their memories came rushing back to him. Every moment. Every kiss. Every laugh and every single time their bodies heated with passion. Loki just wanted to hold her to his chest, kiss away her tears, and bring her with him.
He wanted to bring her back... Could he do that? Could... could Loki find a way to revive Celia through... Rebecca?
It... it could work.
But then, Loki shook his head.
No... It couldn't. Because Rebecca, she was... Loki's eyes widened,"The transmutation. Celia was the last person who could use transmutation. And Rebecca can use ancient magic. She's had practice fighting with it. Celia died fighting."
The dots were being connected. There had to be something there... something that was missing in the middle of all the confusion. Loki's eyes widened, just trying to figure it out. What were the clues? There were so many hints... How was Rebecca even alive? How was she identical and how was she... making him feel more emotions, good and bad, than he has for the past 1000 years. No, he wasn't in love with the girl, but rather, he felt some strange, other-worldly connection to her.
Thor walked forward, kneeling down next to his brother,"I feel that Rebecca is more than just another girl, Loki. I think she might, in fact, be Celia. A reincarnation. Because, only one soul, one single body, could use transmutation. Transmutation is only hereditary."
Of course. Loki still loved Celia. And, he knew exactly what that meant.
Loki glanced up to his brother, whispering,"Where there is love, there is life."
Rebecca let out a large holler,"OH MY GOD." Her chocolate orbs widened in pure agony as she cried.
She was in a large white room with several medical supplies all around her. There were screens and shinny silver objects everywhere. She heard the steady beeping of the cardiac monitor beside her. Rebecca felt her hands grip the sheets of the medical bed as she barred her teeth.
"You need stitches," Banner said softly,"And I want to do them right so we don't have to go through this again."
He could feel the girl tremble under his touch. In his hand was a thick black thread on a sharp, pointed needle. Carefully, he punctured her skin and pulled the string through, causing her skin to pucker and slightly ooze. Rebecca was in an extreme amount of pain. Banner told her that a sedative would knock her out for a long time, and they needed to question her soon about what had happened with her and Loki. Apparently, Thor was still in that estate building with his brother.
Rebecca bit her lip, feeling a shiver run down her spine as once more, she felt the mini-dagger of a stitching tool poke through the layers of her flesh and tug.
"You couldn't even numb the area?"
Banner chuckled,"You're a big girl, Rebecca. You've been with Loki for 2 days; I think you can handle a little pinching."
The brunette snorted,"Oh please," before she too, grinned through her pain. Banner was a real person. She found that every single one of these Avengers were truly good people. It was nice to have all of these small, intimate one on ones with them. In battle, they seemed like such large, terrifying beings who could literally destroy anything with a wave of their hand, despite being the good guys. And yet here? She was being treated by The Hulk. Treated. Hulk. Two very juxtaposing phrases.
The room went silent as Banner kept stitching the final pieces of flesh together.
"So, between you and me," Banner asked hesitantly,"What did Loki do to you?"
"We fought," Rebecca said nonchalantly. Banner didn't reply. He threaded the black string a few more times, before he sighed.
"No. What really happened," Banner then questioned further, narrowing his eyes as he paused his stitching.
Rebecca tilted her head, simply answering,"We fought."
"You know, I find that hard to believe, as much as I do. You see, I've been fixing your injuries for hours now, and I can say that after all my years, your body is physically reacting in ways it wouldn't with these injuries," Banner said softly, his brown eyes staring deeply into Rebecca. He knew. He knew the moment she removed the outer layer of her clothing and wore simply her knickers. She vibrated without even taking notice of her body's actions. She was flinching at his touch, she was twitching... she was making this difficult and he expected these sporadic motions at first to dim down...
But they didn't.
Rebecca was unconsciously trembling and shaking as he treated her. He even tested this by touching her slightly lower than he was supposed to treat. Her body reacted in just they way he didn't want it to. And it was then, about 2.5 hours into his stitches, that he realized that this girl went through far worse horrors then a bloodbath.
"It was rape, wasn't it," Banner calmly stated, watching her.
Rebecca could feel her face contort. She frowned deeply, tearing her eyes away from Banner to stare at the far corner. She didn't say anything. She didn't respond. She couldn't. She didn't have a voice to speak. And he knew. He knew. He knew.
Rebecca could feel her vision become hazy. What if he told everyone? It was probably her worst secret, something she didn't want anyone to know. She didn't want to be weak. She didn't want to be seen as weak and certainly, she didn't want to be labeled as 'that girl who was raped'. It scarred her. Every time she was touched, her mind would flash to a mental image of his hands groping her, squeezing her, defiling her. A chill ran down her back as she instinctively felt her grip on the sheets tighten. Her knuckles turned white from the pressure, but her face, was kept still.
Yet while her face showed no emotion, she could not stop her eyes from lightly shimmering. Her mind was once more being senselessly tortured by Loki. Banner saw it, her weakness. He saw how she was trying to remain strong, even as she helplessly laid before him. The kind man felt his jaw lock as he carefully brought up a stool to sit on.
"I won't say anything... if that is what you are worried about. It's not something for me to say." Banner remarked, watching the girl,"But you should get tested, just in case. Anything could happen, Rebecca."
He saw her uncomfortably shift. She was thinking about it. Rebecca slowly nodded her head, and Banner, responded,"I'll do that today, then. Maybe you should get some rest, Rebecca. You've had a long day."
The man carefully pulled off a pair of scissors from the side table, clipping off the black string and fixing it to her body. Banner was finished with his work, but, he took a white pad and was about to gauze up her body. When he was about to, he paused. Rebecca gave him a small smile, signaling he could continue his treatement. When he touched her, she shivered slightly, but he ignored it and began to bandage her.
Banner worked the gauze around her body,"Loki is a truly disturbed man. He's always lived in Thor's shadow. After all this time, it really got to him. He can't think logically."
"Rationality is something he can't clearly understand. Did you know that afterwords, he told me it wasn't... rape?" Rebecca choked the last word. It was still hard to say.
"Denial."
The Editor nodded,"He didn't understand. I don't get how you don't understand something like that. What he did was..."
"I know," Banner interrupted, finishing his bandaging and cutting her off from finishing her statement. He knew it would cause more harm for her speak of it.
But then, the two glanced upwards to see Thor by the door with angry eyes,"Loki violated you?"
A cage. It was always this fucking cage. It didn't work.
Loki could feel his body wander around the circular floor, knowing very well he couldn't escape this time. He could, if he really wanted to, but at the same time, he didn't know if he had it in him. He had no motive to leave. Rebecca was in the same aircraft. It was only a matter of time before she stumbled upon him and he used his sweet, sweet words to manipulate her.
Thor had taken the necklace and said Loki could have it once they returned to Asgard. And, that on Asgard, he was to be taken to a remote prison where Loki would not have any possible alliances. Loki was not to escape again.
But he would. He was the trickster. And of course, he was one step ahead. Even without a plan, wandering around a large glass prison, Loki, was prepared.
He already had someone from outside of this unit, waiting... watching...
Thor came storming into the room, his stride powerful. The god like persona radiated off his skin like sweat. He moved over to the bed where Rebecca was, saying again,"Did he, or did he not violate you?"
Banner's brows furrowed as he stood up defensively,"Thor-"
"No! This is important," Thor roared, his crystal blue eyes fixated on a silent, observant girl.
"Because it's your fault?" Rebecca whispered softly, pressing her lips together in a hard line as she slowly sat up. As she did, she winced and whimpered. Banner reached out to grab her, to lay her back down, but she held up her hand to stop him. Rebecca fixed herself into a sitting position. Her gaze was on the bed's end as she said again,"Loki raped me senselessly as soon as he took me in."
Her eyes raised up to meet Thor as she sneered,"Was that the incursion you were expecting?"
Thor and Banner exchanged glances. Why would Loki act like that?
Everyone knew who Rebecca was, persay.
Thor had to divulge some information in order to get the Avengers to save Rebecca... He showed them an image, an old picture. The picture was of a young girl, beautiful, fair and according to Thor, Loki's deceased lover. Thor called her Celia. And, the Avengers were in shock to find out that Rebecca and Celia looked identical, with the exception of their eyes. Thor had told them the image was 1000 years old, and it only led to speculation, curiosity, but most importantly, that it was imperative to save Rebecca if Loki had a specific intention with her.
But, Thor still kept the reason of Celia's death, transmutation, and Rebecca's power, a secret. The Avengers would put two and two together, and who knew what sort of conclusion they'd come up with! Kill the girl, interrogate her, brainwash her... Rebecca's secret was something he promised her he would keep and he would never break that promise. If she truly was related to Celia in any way, he knew that at the end of the day, he and Rebecca were to be the closest and dearest of friends.
"No," Thor said softly, exhaling as he calmed himself,"But I wish I had known, or else I would have been much less forgiving with my brother."
Rebecca shifted in her bed, whispering,"What happened with him?"
Thor pursed his lips.
She cared about what happened to Loki.
The Thunder God hovered over the girl, answering,"He is in another chamber of sorts where we will transfer him to a ground base. Truthfully, we are not sure what to do with him, for his plans always seem to coincide with whatever option we choose. He is always ready for us."
"A chamber?"
"Something not nearly the magnitude of the punishment he deserves," Thor huffed slightly, crossing his arms,"He is in isolation away from all eyes, ears, and tongues. That was a mistake our first time."
Rebecca laid her head down onto the small, white hospital pillow. She shrugged,"As long as he is kept away."
"He is," Thor remarked, watching the girl beside him. She looked so pale. How much blood did she lose? "How do you feel?"
"Like shit," Rebecca snorted, despite the small grin appearing on the edge of her mouth.
"Right... that is good? Good." The god was confused. What in the world was she talking about with this Misgardian slang?
Rebecca could feel herself laugh,"Shit is another term for something bad, but it is known to be a curse word."
"But a word is a word. Why should one word mean anything worse than another?"
Rebecca thought for a moment,"It's like calling someone a bastard and calling someone a friend. Two very different meanings and one, is stronger than the other. It's tone."
"Ah, I understand!"
Banner sat silently, watching the two. Rebecca was so at ease with Thor. Scarily at ease. Had they met before? She spoke to him like she knew him well. Like old friends. Banner could only observe the two, only for all three to be interrupted by someone at the door. It was Natasha.
"How is she?" The beautiful woman asked, entering. Her ruby hair hung loosely around her face, framing it. Her body was slim and she moved with extreme confidence.
Banner smiled,"She's great. Everything is patched up."
"Speak for yourself," Rebecca interrupted, causing Banner to roll his eyes. He could only grin afterwards. He loved her spark. Rebecca then looked to Natasha,"I should be fine soon enough." The SHEILD agent nodded her head, before saying,"Banner, Thor, we are having a meeting now to discuss what to do with Loki."
Banner knew they would have to discuss the situation eventually. He didn't want to leave Rebecca. Only god knew what a headstrong girl would do. And truthfully, she didn't need to be sedated. But, to keep her away from the meeting long enough...
"Right," Banner remarked, standing up from the stool. He lightly gripped the bed's side railing, before stating,"I'm going to give you something for the pain, alright? It should keep you out for a good 2 hours." The doctor moved over to various cabinets to the left.
While he searched, Thor reached forward and gently brushed away strands of hair away from Rebecca's face,"You are truly remarkable for living to this moment."
The Editor shook her head,"I'm stubborn."
Thor chuckled lightly, before exiting the room. By this point, Banner was administering a dosage of sedatives. Natasha saw this and then too, took her leave. Rebecca could feel his vision getting hazy. The medicine was working its way into her veins and slowly, carefully, bringing her to into a state of sleep. The lights in the white room slowly began to twinkle like stars in the night sky. The physical objects expands and contracted, swirling. Everything was changing, shifting... until Rebecca slowly fell asleep.
And it was beautiful.
Gowns, pearls, silks...
The room was filled with golds and creme colors, all alluring and elegant. The soft sound of violins filled the room, creating the melodic atmosphere of the elite. Everyone was in large, beautifully embellished gowns. The hairs of the females were all curled, falling down their bare backs. Each figure had a partner as they waltzed around a marvelously spacious ballroom.
Rebecca wasn't sure where she was in the roaring laughter of the crowd. She felt disoriented, as if she couldn't see yet her eyes were wide open. She saw people, faces, movements, yet she knew she was completely blind.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her body instinctively moved forward through the crowd, and when she did, she happened to pass a mirror. She saw herself.
Rebecca's chocolate eyes widened. On her body was a pale pink gown that poofed out by the waist, falling in large tresses down to the floor. The skirt was made of silks and soft fabrics, and in random spots on the skirt were roses. The top part was a simple sparkling corset, with no design but the sparkles themselves. Her brown hair cascaded down her back in large, voluptuous curls and her skin looked creamy white. Her make too, was done to perfection. Around her neck was a silver pendant shaped like a teardrop.
Her head whipped around, her hair sprawling around her shoulders. Her feet began to move on their own through the crowd. She was looking for someone. She didn't know who. She was though. That is why she was here.
Her body kept pushing through the crowd, kept moving forward.
She had a reason for being here. Rebecca could feel her dress flow behind her as her neck crooned. She kept walking, and it seemed endless. She noticed she went under an archway to another room, filled of more people. Yet, within this crowd, she met of pair of emerald eyes.
The body walked forward to reveal a taller man with raven hair that went down to his shoulders. His face was soft. Rebecca knew who it was, but her lips could not muster a sound. Carefully, the two approached one another, their gazes locked. Without speaking, the man wrapped his arms tightly around her waist as Rebecca placed on hand on his shoulder and the other, in his hand. The two began to spin. It was endless spinning and dancing to such beautiful music.
The entire time, their eyes searched one another. Answers. They were begging for answers in the mutual silence. Rebecca's dress followed after her, floating around her body like a feather.
"Loki," She managed to whisper, her eyes wide,"Where are we?"
"Where do you think we are?" He inquired instantly, his breath on her lips.
Rebecca twisted her head, gazing around her,"A ball."
"Then a ball we are at."
Suddenly, Loki spun her out of his grip. Rebecca outstretched her hand, before rolling back into his arms. Her beautiful silk dress twisted around her body and outspread around her figure are she did.
"You're being kind," Rebecca spoke softly as she fell back into his arms.
Loki tilted his head,"Well, I prefer you like this."
"Like what?" A small smile fell on her lips. What was she smiling? Why did she feel so at ease? She didn't seem to think he was a bad man.
"Well, you are not about to bite off my head. You see, when we do talk in a civilized manner, it is quite pleasant." Loki's eyes sparkled.
The two kept dancing, silently. They somehow became hypnotized in one another's gaze, trapped. Loki's face was calm, and if one didn't know him, he would not seem to be evil... In fact, he looked like royalty in his black and green attire.
"What are you doing to me?" Rebecca lightly asked, her body feeling so weightless as she endlessly spun.
Loki grinned, shaking his head,"Nothing. You are dreaming while you are still awake."
"Am I?"
"Yes."
Rebecca could feel her gaze fall to Loki's chest, her brows narrowing. That is a shame. This was such a nice, warm dream. She actually liked it. She liked feeling girly instead of all masculine. It was different. And, it was nice to see Loki being nice, even if it was dream-Loki. She knew he couldn't possibly be like this in reality.
The girl looked up into Loki's green eyes,"Why do I hate you so much?"
Loki frowned, unable to answer. He just watched her.
"You are so endlessly cruel," Rebecca whispered,"But here you are not. Why?"
The man kept spinning her, holding her tightly to his body with his strong hands. Loki simply chuckled,"Because here I am what you unconsciously believe me to be."
"A kind man?" Rebecca responded, surprised evident in her voice.
"Perhaps," Loki whispered, pulling her in closer,"I am whatever you wish."
And then, suddenly, the beautiful portrait image around Rebecca and Loki began to fade. "I'm waking up," Rebecca said softly,"I will miss this you. You almost seem like a good person." Loki only shook his head, taking a step back from the girl and releasing her from his grip. Rebecca tilted her head, wondering why he was letting go.
But, he kept stepping farther and farther away, falling into the darkness that was ending this dream. The beautiful world around Rebecca began to shatter, breaking off into different fragments of light. The images blacked, as did Rebecca's sight. The dream was ending. Everything was ending. Rebecca could feel the dress along her body fade away, vanishing like the world around her. And suddenly, she felt a small ripple of pain tear through her body, bringing her back to reality.
Her eyes fluttered open on a cold, circle-gratted floor. The room was chilled, and, there was the soft hum of machinery in the air. The ground itself felt like ice.
Rebecca could feel herself groan as her hands came up to hold her stomach. Stitches. She forgot she had those. Her body winced as she carefully sat up. Where the fuck was she? She was no longer in the white, hospital chamber of the aircraft. Instead, she was in a large room. Beside her were monitors and a distinguishable red button. In front of her was the door to the hallway.
"What happened?" She asked herself softly, sitting up as best as she could. She noticed she did not open up her stitches, but she was very close to...
"You walked in not too long ago," A voice said aloud from behind her.
Rebecca shuddered, whipping her head around. Her brown orbs met the gaze of Loki. Her jaw dropped, her body trembled in fear. Was she still in the estate? Had she never left? Was Thor saving her a dream? Was he going to touch her again? What- where- how?
But then, she noticed something. There was a reflection. Loki was behind something. Glass? Loki was in glass. She clearly missed a large part of the room due to her disorientation. He was in gigantic glass prison! Loki was standing by the edge, leaning on one hip as he curiously watched her.
Rebecca could feel her lips curl upwards,"Ha!"
Carefully, she stood up and shouted,"YOU ARE IN THERE, AND I AM OUT HERE!"
Rebecca was so happy. Loki was in prison. Never to escape. He was gone, locked away like the animal he deserved to be! He could never get out again! Good riddance. It was about time he was shipped off to wherever he was from. The grin on Rebecca's face was from cheek to cheek as she hollered. God, it felt good to have justice restored.
"Your rather basic observational skills are rather annoying," Loki said aloud, scoffing,"Nor is your ability to remember your dreams."
"She is sleepwalking," Agent Barton commented, watching the video feed. The Avengers had surrounded a large plasma screen, viewing what had interrupted their meeting only seconds ago.
They had been discussing Loki's placement, but, something went off when Rebecca's heart-rate monitor went flat and the group switched to the image of the infirmary. Of course, they found no sleeping girl. Banner ordered someone to find her, in shock to find his patient missing, but Barton had discovered her through the security system mindlessly walking through the halls.
Stark had called off the team to find her and told everyone to just observe her. He was curious to see what she was going to do. Her eyes were shut as she moved about, her feet cautiously taking one step, and then another. Her balance was surprisingly good, which was something Pepper commented on with wonder. The group of superheros looked rather idiotic, huddling around a single screen watching in curiosity as the Editor of the NY times wandered through their halls.
"But where is she even going?" Steve asked, sitting on top of the central table. The heros were either sitting as Steve was, or in the chairs. Everyone was there, but for Banner. Banner was on the other side of the room, watching the screen from afar with wary eyes. He already knew where she was going. He knew it, and he knew he couldn't stop it. It almost pained him to watch the girl helplessly walk down the hallway.
"Maybe she had to pee," Stark said non-chantly, receiving a glare from Pepper.
Thor was probably the most curious out of the bunch. He was standing, his brows furrowed together, his eyes attached to the virtual image of Rebecca. Where was she moving towards? Why was she moving in the path that she was? And then, the group noticed Rebecca stop. She began to stare at a wall, just watching herself. She began to twist back and fourth, her hands lightly touching her hair.
Natasha's eyes narrowed,"What do you think she's doing?"
No one could answer. Pepper instantly shot up from her seat, shaking her head,"I'm not going to stand by and watch her hurt herself somewhere in this ship." She began to move away, but instantly, felt Banner's hand on her wrist, holding her back,"Just wait."
Stark watched this, but shifted his gaze back to the video feed,"Oh god."
Rebecca began to walk closer to Loki's chamber. The Avengers were in shock about how she managed to find the room while asleep. The air in the room suddenly grew thick and the temperature began to rise as slowly as she passed through the door.
The feed then switched to inside the room, where Rebecca stood there, unmoving. With her eyes shut, she was standing in front of Loki, who too, was looking back from behind the glass. And by the look on his face, he was extremely puzzled. It seemed like he too, didn't know what was happening.
But then, Rebecca began to speak. She said his name. The Avengers shifted, their eyes widening. Rebecca knew of Loki's presence, despite the fact that she was sleeping.
"Impossible," Barton whispered, shooting a look at the Black Widow.
Pepper too, found her way back to the crowd to watch the video. Rebecca was talking to Loki, and Loki was responding... as if he wanted to discover where she was in her dream. Loki, was playing along.
And then, Rebecca began to twirl. Around the circular runway around the glass prison, Rebecca was spinning and moving, like she was dancing. A smile kept appearing on her face. She was happy, even laughing once or twice. Loki, as she moved, followed her from behind the glass, speaking to her. The super heros were silent as they watched.
But then, Rebecca stopped. She moved up to the glass and lightly placed her hand on it. Loki, mirrored this motion. Their palms were separated by the cool solid. And for once, the Avengers saw an expression sweep over Loki's face that they hadn't before. He appeared almost destroyed. His green eyes were wide and his lips parted. He looked like he was anticipating something, but was so afraid it would never come.
The two exchanged a few more words, before Rebecca's body collapsed.
The room was still silent.
"You're a fabulous sleepwalker," Loki commented, backing away from the glass. He was grinning and appearing more devilish then ever. Was he happy that he was in the cage? Did he take pleasure out of this somehow?
Rebecca could feel herself become enraged by his cool attitude,"Screw you."
"You know, Rebecca, your dream. We were in a ballroom," Loki said aloud, his body moving along the glass wall,"And we were dancing."
The girl's eyes widened. She froze her in spot, before her lips pressed into a hard line. She didn't respond.
"You enjoyed it. You enjoyed me."
"No," Rebecca sharply hissed.
"Oh but you did," Loki retorted mockingly, a smirk playing on the edge of his lips,"You were unaware that the man you met in your dreams in the very same man that stands before you. You are, despite what you think, quite the conversationalist even while sleeping."
Rebecca's eyes narrowed. Was she... talking to Loki when she was sleepwalking? What if that odd persona of Loki within her dream was in fact the same man staring back at her at that moment? It didn't seem possible. The man in her dream was a kind, different, and unrealistic version of Loki that her mind wanted to see. But if those were his words, his real words, then was he always that man?
Was the dream Loki and the real Loki one in the same?
What did it mean if that were true? Rebecca walked forward towards the glass, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "If you are the same person, then I really put in more than enough effort to try and see the good in you. Because when I wake, you're this."
"This?"
"A cold-hearted, lonely son-of-a-bitch who takes pleasure, for no particular reason, in causing me extreme amounts of pain. Is that fun for you? Is that enjoyable to hurt someone else? Loki, when I said I hated you, I meant it." Rebecca snapped, her eyes reflecting all of the spite she felt.
Loki approached where Rebecca stood. His movement was fluid, his stride powerful. He watched her, almost intrigued by her fiery nature.
"I'm disappointed in myself, to be honest," Rebecca whispered,"For even giving you a chance for redemption in my sleep."
The Norse God was now only a few inches away from the glass barrier and Rebecca, before he sneered,"I never wanted a chance from you.You fail to analyze half of the factors before running off that little tongue of yours in some crude, childish way. You think me to be cruel, but I am simply a messenger of truth and realization."
Loki's teeth barred as he growled,"Perhaps when you get off your high horse and act like your pathetic, mortal self, you can come to understand why you are inferior, and you have no place to speak to me the way you are."
Rebecca was silent as he glared. She noticed his body was rigid, his breathing deep. He was angry. Awe, what could he do? Pout and cry? Rebecca could feel herself stand taller now. But then, Loki said something that sent Rebecca into a state of horror,"You deserved everything I did to you."
Her heart thumped as Loki roared,"You deserved to be put into your place, you filthy rat. You're nothing. I have been so generous with you, and yet it has taken me all this time to understand you are nothing of what you could've been. You're the lowest of scum that the pathetic human race could provide." Loki pushed his hands against the walls of the glass, before he lowly whispered,"And once I get out of here I can assure you that you get that reminder. You will feel death by my hand. You don't deserve to wear that face."
Rebecca could feel herself become horrified. Her breath stuck in her throat as her eyes brimmed with fresh tears. She saw that night again. She felt his hands on her, despite the fact that glass was separating them. His hot breath was on her neck, his body was pressed against hers and his hard manhood was thrusting deep within her, despite the fact she cried out against him.
Her hands shook violently as she clenched them. She took a step backwards, trembling, but felt strong arms around her. Rebecca gasped to see Thor standing behind her, gently holding her shoulders to steady her. But, his gaze was not on her. It was on Loki.
Thor's face was hard. He glared at his adopted brother. The Thunder god then scoffed,"If she were here, she'd hate you too."
And with that, Thor began to move Rebecca out of the room. Her eyes were locked onto Loki's, wide with fear. She couldn't look away. All she heard was the pounding of her heart. No sounds were registering. Thor's comment, too, did not register as her mind continuously played the memories of the worst night of her life. Why did he do that to her? Why did he rape her? Why was he so horrible?
Thor could feel himself fill with disgust as he shook his head back and fourth. Carefully, he led Rebecca out of the room. The sliding door slammed shut, and once more, Loki was left alone. His own heart was beating so fast.
Loki had never felt a verbal wound inflict so deeply until now.
YYAYY CHAPTER.
It kills me how they take one step forward and 2000 steps backwards.
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