Hi everyone!
SO sorry about the delay! Here is the chapter only a day late D: I'll try to get the next one in sooner!
And, just so everyone knows, I have a beta going through and fixing some basic errors starting from the beginning of the story. I'll post on the chapter whether or whether not it has been looked at. My beta is amazing, awesome, and I love her so much!
Anyways, here it is! Chapter 16 :)
"Rebecca can use Ancient Magic, can't she."
The tension in the room immediately grew ten folds. The temperature instantly rose, creating an uncomfortable and heated sensation that swept over the God of Thunder. The crystal blue eyes of Thor had widened, displaying for once all of the shielded emotions he had kept so well hidden. His eyes spoke fear, failure, confusion, disarray. Bruce had managed to, with a single phrase, disarm the man despite the layers of protection and emotional guards Thor wore. Within a second, Thor stood there as empty and naked as anyone could be, his body stiffening and his face demonstrating his unparalleled confusion.
"How do you know of this?" Thor bellowed, his tone more desperate than it was before.
In the white lab, Bruce stood calmly. His face was without much expression, and it was clear Bruce took this information with complete understanding of what he was getting into. He was serious. Rebecca using Ancient Magic was something of a different sort. It was old powers from Asgard that dated back over 1000 years ago. It was extinct just as much as the dinosaurs.
Bruce sighed,"Before Tony taught us the security trick, and after I grew a bit suspicious of the golden material at the sight, and of you and Rebecca, I had listened to an old file of a conversation you two had."
At the restaurant-attack sight itself, no one had really believed that the melted gold discovered on the ground was anything of importance. They hypothesized that it something burnt the material to the floor in all the disarray. Bruce; however, had taken the sample to discover it was not gold, but some sort of metal found in Ancient Egypt with an impossibly high boiling point. It was too, the reason why Bruce became intrigued. Something had to have melted it, and it surly wasn't within Loki's range of abilities(he was a frost giant). It had to be something else that could have melted the metal, only leading to the idea of it being Rebecca, which further prompted Bruce's desire to discover more about her.
It was then that he began to search files, study her DNA, examine different parts of her very being to try and get an understanding of what her power could possibly be, if she had any. But Bruce had no one to ask. The only person who Rebecca was even mildly close with was Thor, and so, Bruce did his own research: the sound feed between Thor and Rebecca's earliest conversation. After listening in, he discovered two things. One, he understood the concept of ancient magic as Rebecca's hidden abilities. The second thing was that Thor prompted Rebecca to go to Loki's estate.
Where she was raped.
And tortured.
And where she mentally abused by a man with no sense of right or wrong, reality or illusion, or the ethics of humanity.
That is why Bruce wanted to know the truth. That is why the two men were in that large, white, laboratory room. Bruce pursed his lips a bit, knowing very well that he had intruded on Thor and Rebecca's privacy.
"Look," Bruce began bluntly,"I know her powers are a kept secret. I can respect that, easily. But that doesn't help the situation."
Thor watched Bruce with a cold stare, Thor's own stance showing how his guard was functioning again. It was also his own way of declaring that he was a god and wasn't to be rendered as a fool,"What is it you wish to accomplish with this?"
Bruce once more found himself comforted by the near-by counter's ledge,"It's just that there is so much here I have yet to know about this girl. It's something new every day."
"Perhaps."
"And maybe, just maybe, you aren't the only one who wants to protect her," Bruce said simply, his eyes trained on the Norse god. But, Thor didn't respond. He didn't even flinch, therefore Bruce took it as a hint to continue,"She is terrified of her abilities, similar to my own. She sees me as Bruce, not the... other guy. She is changing, and into what I don't know. But I know half the story, and without the other side, I can't bring myself to connect the dots."
Thor stood there silently, his eyes calculating, his brain thinking, his morality wavering. What if he did trust Bruce? What if Thor had a partner in crime in protecting Rebecca? It was getting more and more difficult hiding what was going on, and with the genius of Bruce on his side, perhaps then maybe they could better serve to help the girl. Thor could help Rebecca train, Bruce could help her mentally focus... This team could work, but still, Thor was skeptical about bringing his past promises into new hands.
Bruce frowned, his gaze falling to the floor. He heard Thor inhaled deeply, before the rich voice answered,"I am indecisive on the choice I am to make."
The scientist's chocolate eyes flickered up to the God of Thunder before Bruce plainly spoke,"The secret can be kept between us, if that is the issue."
"It is a matter of my honor as a friend," Thor easily responded, his face becoming softer. His crossed arms fell, relaxing by his side as he moved over to Bruce. Thor then joined Bruce in leaning against the counter, saying,"I have betrayed each and every one of you to keep my trust with Rebecca true."
"Why is that?"
Thor frowned,"I simply do."
Bruce crossed his arms, shrugging,"You know that whatever the truth is, whatever you're trying to keep safe, is going to be hard to do on your own when another one of those things attack her."
For a moment, the reality of the situation crept in. What if another one of those lavender creatures marched into Rebecca's office? Would they be able to stop it? Would Loki even assist? Thor knew he would, but he wasn't sure how easily Loki would risk being captured again.
"I want to know what that being was," Thor almost growled,"and why it attacked someone with an innocent conscious."
"We can figure that out," Bruce said aloud, running his fingers through the side of his nearly graying hair.
Thor glanced to the man beside him, studying his face,"I wish for her protection."
Bruce chuckled, shaking his head as he pushed off from the ledge and moved into the lab itself. He walked forward to the monitor, his eyes now reflecting the images on the screen,"I want to find out what the bad guys want so we can fight against it, because they do want Rebecca for something. A power source, a weapon, I don't know. It could be anything."
The scientist's fingers reached up to glide across the monitor, as if looking for something,"But like I said, I can't do it without the second half of the puzzle." Bruce cocked his head backwards to look at Thor, his eyes honest as he added,"I need you to save her."
The words of course, could be interpreted in two ways. One was that Bruce needed Thor's assistance to save her, but more importantly, that it was Thor's job to protect her and he could only do that with Bruce by his side.
Thor's lips formed a hard line. They were like that for a good while, before Thor slowly nodded his head,"Very well. What is it you wish to know."
Bruce then pulled up a picture on the screen. "Well, everything," he said bluntly. Thor walked over to the screen, his sapphire hues reflecting the image displayed. Thor couldn't help but frown as he now stared into one of the most telling, deep, and beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The long gown fell perfectly around her small waist, tumbling in a way that only she liked- after all she did change the dress against the photographer's wishes. He was seeing his very first friend, the first person to listen to him, to knock him down and build him up with kindness. He was looking at the very image he had given to the Avengers not too long ago. Thor huffed a small smile in remembrance.
"But first," Bruce said aloud,"We can start with Celia."
Loki was sleepy. His lids were heavy, drooping further and further downwards to meet his lower lashes. It was like a constant weight, pressing him further into his resting state and coaxing him into a deep slumber. But, for some odd reason, he could not actually find himself sleeping. Regardless of his tired state, he could not seem to bring himself into the peaceful realm of silence.
A small groan erupted from the base of his throat as a result of the lack of sleep. Slowly, his eyes blinked open to view the quiet room around him, free of any other life form. It made the silence almost unbearable. Loki brought himself to sit upright, the fabric of the blanket pooling by his waist. His eyes scanned his arms, the bandages serving no more purpose as to aiding his healing wounds. Rebecca would not mind if he removed the cloth, for it was covering injuries that ceased to exist.
With care, Loki unravelled the white cloth and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. As he did, his fingers ran over his now smooth skin, unblemished and clean. He'd have to thank Rebecca for this tender care.
The Norse god climbed out of his bed in order to remove the last of the bandages. When the cloth fell to the ground, his eyes surveyed the large pile of armor leaning against the wall of the bedroom. Loki headed over to the bundle of metal and fabrics, staring at the various materials, before placing them on him. It took a decent amount of time to place the leather, gold, and metal plates onto his body, but, with some effort Loki was able to finish dressing himself.
After a few moments, Loki felt his stomach rumble in pains of hunger. His appetite tore through his abdomen, and his emerald eyes shifting back and fourth around the room. He was determined to find the source of hunger-appeasing food, but he also knew it was not in this room. Loki knew that the kitchen was where he'd find his meal, and so, he'd set course for that location.
It wasn't a difficult room to find: the soft hum of appliances, the marble shine of the countertops, and the high end appearance of the kitchen itself. Loki often forgot that Rebecca was one of the few rich elite, unable to label her as someone who boasts their wealth.
In fact, Rebecca lived in the large estate completely by herself. Loki took note that she had no mates, nor any family lingering in the halls. Where was everyone in her life? Loki believed that someone of such a powerful job would be easily social, but perhaps he was mistaken.
His feet, with the slight clanking of his heavy padding and metals, made its way into the kitchen. His eyes focused in on the room itself and its luxuries. It was a large space, with beautiful wooden cabinets and marble countertops. There were several decorative glasses placed around the room, and stainless steel appliances completed the high-end feel. The floor was hardwood, smooth to walk on. Also, there was a small island in the center of the kitchen.
But what was important wasn't the actual island, but the sleeping form of a girl sprawled on top of it. Loki froze, the frost in his blood hardening.
His eyes focused in on the small back, rising and falling with each inhalation of breath. Her chocolate curls, messy, were splattered across her moonlight skin, her face concealed by her dark locks. Rebecca was on a stool, hunched over on the island and used her arm as a pillow. The other arm was outstretched in front of her, her fingers loosely grasping a ceramic mug filled to the top with coffee.
Loki cocked his head, his mind instantly thought, of course, was to do a prank in lue of his old ways. He could easily do something to make Rebecca's first moments of consciousness something she'll always remember. He could create a monster, or even put snakes in her mug. Perhaps he could have her wake up to no electricity, or a dead cow on the counter.
A snicker escaped his lips at the mischievous thought, knowing very well this would be his default prank to a sleeping midgardian. Slowly, Loki moved forward, his steps with caution and made no noise. His eyes glimmered with delight as he came closer to the sleeping Rebecca, his hand raising in the air.
A few feet away, now by her side, Loki began to start his prank. The cup began to wiggle, a small green glow radiated off of Loki's hand as he did.
It was then that Rebecca, sleepily moaned and moved her head. As she did, her brown locks fell away from her pink cheeks, revealing her face. Her lips parted slightly, her lids fluttering so softly but never opening. Without question, this was the most peaceful Loki had ever seen her.
And right now, if Loki didn't know Rebecca, she looked exactly like Celia. His eyes were wide and doe-like, out of character and completely vulnerable as he stared at the fair maiden of his past, Rebecca's chest rising and falling with such a delicate fluctuations. She looked so... inhuman. Loki watched her with admiration and wonder, her brown curls spilling onto the counter as she gently moved her head.
She was not Celia. In no way could Loki view them as one in the same, especially after all they had went through. Rebecca might have shared the appearance of the kind, fair Celia, but they were nothing of the same sort.
It was then that Loki did not want to be the trickster he was. He didn't want to bring more harm to the girl after all she did to care for him, tend him, fix him. A dead cow would surely make her furious, which is why Loki chose against scaring the midgardian. The green glow faded from the mug, Loki's hand coming to smooth back his raven hair before falling to his side.
In fact, he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Loki felt something pull within his chest, an unusual sensation to him. He was entranced by her sleeping form, and clearly, she was not in her bed. Was she like this because she was overworked? Or maybe she hasn't slept since she started caring for him. What if Rebecca actually dedicated every day to him and finally, her body had to give out from exhaustion?
Loki huffed a grin- the girl was such a moron. Loki didn't need such tender care, and yet she gave it freely. She was rather, again, stupid for aiding the God of Mischief. She brought him back to health, and now he could leave. Loki did wish to thank her, and, he was happy they ended things as friends but, escaping was clearly the priority.
The god had a clear devilish flare in his gaze, the manic creature once more setting in as his magic began to fuel his body. As he turned around and walked away, Loki was more than happy to leave her bedroom in a prime condition through magic, without bloodstains or any true markings to show his presence. But then, Loki heard something.
"You're beautiful."
The words were slurred, but distinctive enough to be understood. Did she just awake and call him... beautiful? Loki wasn't beautiful. Why in the world would she say such a thing? Rebecca was proving to be the oddest girl he has ever encountered. She had a hidden, concealed golden heart, a fiery personality, and gave people comments that were clearly untrue to their character.
But it made him warm. Loki didn't move from his spot for a moment, his guard once again falling despite all the effort he had used to put it back up. He acted rather pathetic in recovery, for he had no reason to put on his godly persona while sitting in a bed. Now, he had a reason- he was leaving. But, those words. That voice. It sent chills running down his spine, despite the fact that a frost giant should never get the shivers.
Loki inhaled deeply, before he turned his head around, expecting to see Rebecca wide awake. But he didn't. In actuality, Rebecca didn't move from her spot by the island. Her eyes were still shut, her breathing slightly more rapid than it was before. Loki took note on how her back was moving faster, as if her sleep was inducing some sort of physical reaction.
What was she dreaming about? Loki tilted his head slightly, wondering what would possibly be going on in her head to utter such powerful words. A sigh escaped his lips as he stared at the young girl, curious. But also, what was more, was if he could leave her there after she said that phrase that somehow inflicted some sort of wound inside of him.
It was resolved then.
Loki whisked by the island, his emerald eyes washing over Rebecca momentarily before his hands placed themselves on her shoulders, pulling her back to fall into his arms. His other arm swept under her legs, and then, he stood. The girl fell to his chest, her body molding into his grasp as if she had been made to fit there. Her body was so light, practically weightless, as he gazed down to her.
Rebecca's eyelids remained shut, but breathing was still rapid. Loki could feel through his armor the prominent beating of her human heart, an organ that could so easily be torn out of her chest. And it was like this, sleeping and vulnerable, that Loki understood how truly fragile her physical body was. Loki, with a single snap of his hand, could break the girl into two and she'd never know of it. Her heart beat, for a moment, pounded heavier in her chest, resulting in her body stirring.
She really was weak like this.
But then, Loki's highly trained ears heard something. Out of Rebecca's lips, so softly, he heard her moan. Loki cocked his head, his brows furrowed and his eyes turned to slits. What was she dreaming about? Her thoughts were concealed within her head, blocked out from Loki's range of sight and understanding. It was intriguing and made Loki endlessly curious.
Rebecca's head pressed up against his armored chest and a single hand came up and rest on the same spot. This involuntary action caused Loki's insides to twist. She was touching him... was she awake? Her lids were still sealed shut. She was acting without any consious reasoning. It was all in her sleep.
Loki carried the sleeping girl into the living room. Her hair loosely hung over his arms, draping down around his armor. The face of the girl was soft, sweet, and unlike her expression while she was awake. He carefully set her down on the large tan sofa, her body sinking slightly to the piece of furniture. Her hair pooled around her face, the soft curls still beautiful despite their ruffled appearance.
It was odd, seeing her chest instantly inwardly flex, the rest of her body following suit as she began to curl up. Loki breathed a small chuckle, his eyes on the girl with some sort of new expression he didn't know he had. His heart thumped deep within his chest, much like it has several times before around Rebecca.
He would stay here until she awoke.
"Time is running short, my lord."
"I am aware."
"We must collect her."
"I am... aware."
"She is ready for the retrival, my lord."
"Yes. I am aware."
"Shall I get her, my lord?"
"No."
"But, my lord-."
"No. Not yet."
It was around 1am by the time the movie started. Rebecca was on one side of the couch, snuggling up with her blanket. The fabric was pulled up tightly around her body in a circle of warmth. Her eyes were reflecting the various scenes, the images dancing across her face. The TV showed the film The Phantom of the Opera, and Rebecca was instantly entranced.
Loki, at first, couldn't care less about the dancing chorus girls in odd, slave costumes. He saw them and simply thought of how stupid the Midgardian film was. What sort of movie would have dancing, half-naked females acting as slaves? The song too, was rather dull and boring. Loki was sitting on the opposite side of the couch, his face leaning on his hand. His elbow was propped up on the armrest, the rest of his body in a reclined position.
Rebecca glanced over to Loki, watching his displeasure.
"It gets better," she commented dully, his clear unsatisfactory frown bothering her.
Loki merely responded,"I do hope so."
Rebecca huffed, cuddling back again into her blanket as the movie went on. The two remained in very similar positions until Christine made her first interaction with the Phantom. Rebecca always became absorbed into the movie at this moment, her eyes glazing over. Her mind, momentarily, began to slip away. Her thoughts melted, becoming flowing and never ending, as if she were swimming. Rebecca was floating in her thoughts as she saw candles flicker across the TV screen as the beautiful music infiltrated her senses.
For a moment, her gaze shifted over to Loki. At the sight, Rebecca found herself lightly gasp. Loki was leaning forward, his emerald eyes stuck to the screen and his face was devoid of any sort of emotion but wonder. Loki was being sucked into the film as much as Christine was being enchanted by the Phantom. Rebecca kept her vision trained on his unwavering face for quite some time, and never once had he glanced to the side to see Rebecca. Loki was completely captured by the film.
His eyes were lightly glossed over, as if some sort of emotion was threatening to spill out of his body. His hands were balled into fists, one of them appearing to be clenching the edge of his overcoat. And then, Rebecca turned her face back to the screen to watch the movie once more.
But, of course, it was the few scenes that showed the darkest moments of the Phantom. It was known as the Stranger Than You Dreamt It song and scene. This scene is where Christine unmasks the Phantom and he rages at her. On the screen, the Phantom violently roared and failed, throwing the young maiden on the cavern floor and he screamed in agony.
Stranger than you dreamt it
Can you even dare to look
or bare to think of me:
this loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell,
but secretly yearns for heaven
Rebecca always hated this scene. The Phantom is destroyed and becomes overly chaotic in his mannerisms, for his Angel had just removed his mask. She was destroying the illusion that he was perfect. The Phantom was yelling about how Christine could even bare the sight of such a hideous monster with a gruesome, distorted face. Christine was trembling on the floor, wet tears dripping down her pale cheeks as she watched the Phantom's rampage.
Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see
to find the man behind the monster:
this repulsive carcass, who seems a beast
but secretly dreams of beauty,
secretly... secretly...
Rebecca frowned as the scene came to a close. The Phantom was on the floor now, weeping about his ugly appearance and wallowing in his pains. For a moment, a single moment, Rebecca saw something. On the screen, when the Phantom raised his head upwards, she didn't see the actor. No, she saw the man from her dreams. She saw... Loki. Loki with his sunken emerald eyes, his prominent cheek bones and his ghostly pale skin. She saw him sob in despair, just as he had when Rebecca met him in her sleep. It was killing her way down inside, pulling at her heart-strings. She wanted to help him again.
Slowly, carefully, her gaze shifted to Loki.
And she thought that just for a moment, a single moment, that she saw something she had only seen once before. She thought for a second that she saw something shimmering break through the very corner of his lid. But, it disappeared as soon as it came, as if by magic. Was he just... crying?
Rebecca became instantly curious.
"Are you alright?" She pestered, her voice disturbing the ambience as the scene changed to one of the Opera House owners(so it clearly didn't matter).
Loki turned his head to stare at the girl, his gaze cold and unwavering. "Clearly."
"Right, sorry," Rebecca murmured, her voice clearly showing how she was not fully convinced. For a split moment, she could've sworn she saw wetness bead under his eyes. She was shocked to find him instantly turning back to the screen, as if she wasn't suppose to be there. It was like Loki actually wanted to watch the film. Maybe he was enjoying it?
As the clock ticked onwards and the movie came to its climax, Rebecca found herself huddling closer to the center of the couch. She realized it was simply from shifting positions so many times. It was impossible for her to remain still, and one time during the movie, Loki scolded her for making so much noise.
Finally, The Point of No Return, a powerful and seductive song flashed onto the screen. The two character began to touch each other, singing about untold passions and unspoken lust. It described the deepest desires of ones heart, the sacred bonds two can share and the undeniable attraction of two souls. The two sung with fire, a deeply rooted flame that seemed to ignite in the presence of the other.
Rebecca's eyes were glued to the screen. She was so ensnared by the scene that she hadn't noticed Loki's gaze finally fall on her. Loki's eyes were washing over her face as if she were a painting. He was examining her with such an odd look on his face, taking note of her increased heartbeat and her heated body. Did she noticed she was blushing? Did she notice that her entire body was reacting to the two character's seducing one another? Loki did. And his very being was too, becoming more and more... involved with the film.
He noticed his blood was rushing through his veins a bit faster, his heart beat pounding more frequently within his ribcage. Loki even noticed his eyes moving more erratic and his body couldn't stay still. Therefore, he tore his vision away from the screen and now saw the girl beside him with a very similar reaction.
Their bodies were yearning for something their minds would not allow, the film acting as a catalyst in bringing certain emotions to the surface.
Loki snickered to himself, knowing very well what sort of tension was forming between the two. With the right state of mind, no longer injured, the Norse God knew what he was feeling. Pure sexual desire.
Nothing more.
It was normal for gods to want something of a mortal. Gods did love fucking and creating offspring with these short-lived beings. But as Loki stared at her complexion, something deep inside of Loki was telling him that pure sexual desire was not, in fact, what he was feeling.
Perhaps it was the unusual sensation of electricity sparking between their bare flesh. Or maybe, it was the sound of their in-sync heartbeats, racing within their chests. Either way, Loki found himself somehow closer to the girl. Somehow, they were side by side, their skin only separated by the layers of clothing they wore.
Rebecca gasped as she suddenly felt something brush against her leg. Her vision fell downwards to see shimmering golden pleats and black leather right beside her. Rebecca slowly lifted her head up, her brown locks falling past her shoulders, her heart jumping and flipping within her, as she raised her eyes to meet a pair of emerald ones. Her cheeks became the color of roses, her lungs suddenly losing all of the air they once held.
She felt Loki's breath faintly brushes her lips.
He was so close to her. Loki was dangerous near her, his eyes falling to her lips before flickering back up again to meet her gaze. Why was this happening? Another dream? Another vision of deceit and lies her mind kept feeding her? She wasn't sure how he began so impossibly close to her. She didn't push him away. The tension onscreen became a reality, a living emotion that was pulling the two closer and closer together.
Rebecca felt Loki's hand cup her chin, his thumb lightly tracing the outside of her lips with such a gentle touch. Loki's body was near hers now, pressing against her torso. It was like gravity was tugging on her, making the moment slower and prolonged. Rebecca could now taste Loki's breath on her, and she could distinguish the soft mint rolling onto her tongue. Was it the movie that created this moment? Was it the passion practically sliding off the screen and melting into their subconscious?
Either way, neither were stopping one another. Rebecca and Loki felt their hearts slamming within their bodies, their blood pulsing and sending shocks throughout their limbs. Their gazes were locked, powerfully, deeply. Their lips were hungry, ready to devour one another within seconds. They couldn't wait. Their eyes were searching one another, interchanging with glances to their lips.
Rebecca's hand fell instinctively on his neck, the fire welling up within her and starting to burn her. The contact with his icy skin to her warm flesh sent chills down her spine, the sensation unlike anything else she's ever done. Why was she doing this? Why was her body acting on impulse, rather than logic? Why was her heart racing, her mind reeling... What was happening to her?
Their lips were so dangerously near one another. Rebecca's sweet taste of strawberries were coaxing Loki onwards, as if she were daring him to take her. Her touch was sending hot embers shooting through Loki's body in return. And then, it began to happen.
Love me, that's all I ask of-
Both of their eyes fell shut. The movie was playing softly in the background, bringing them to a surreal place of intimacy and realization.
A scream.
The two suddenly flew backwards against the armrests of the sofa, their eyes wide with shock as they snapped their head to the source of the scream. The movie. Christine had just taken off the Phantom's mask in front of the entire Opera house, resulting in gunshots and terror rippling through the entire theatre. The chandelier began to crash down, setting the entire space on fire and almost killing several audience members.
Rebecca's eyes were dilated, her chest heaving from the lack of air and her head felt slightly dizzy as a result. Loki; however, didn't move too badly. His face was calm, his expression only a bit off, but mainly, he remained cool. Rebecca's lips were parted, her chest rising and falling as the entire concept of what might have, could have, and would have happened flooded her mind.
Her hands came up to rub her eyes, her palms mushing into her sockets. When she removed then, Loki was once more settled down on the couch, cooly watching the end of the movie as if nothing had even happened. Rebecca laid a hand on her chest, feeling her heart furiously beat. How was he so calm?
Of course, he wasn't. Loki, mili-seconds after the scream, had grit his teeth. He barred them, anger tearing through his blood like nothing else. Why had they stopped? What caused the two of them to cease whatever they were about to do? Loki had... wanted to kiss her. Something pulled them together. Something that he hadn't felt in ages and when he knew it wouldn't happen, that he wasn't good enough for it to ever happen, he sealed everything up within him and grew still.
He would not show weakness.
He could never show weakness.
"It was lovely, the film," Loki expressed by the doorway to the apartment.
Rebecca nodded her head, hugging her body in the large t-shirt she wore. Her hair was messy, she wore no make up, and she looked rather exhausted. Loki only grinned,"And I most humbly thank for your ever-most kind offerings as to your medical aid."
There was a tinge of sarcasm in his voice, and Rebecca instantly knew he wasn't actually thanking her. He was being an actor, as always. Rebecca stiffly answered,"Of course."
Loki notice how strange she was acting. It wasn't because she was tired, nor because she was fully wiped out. No, she was nervous around him. Loki could hear her heart continuously beat in her chest. Rebecca actually had a physical reaction to being around him. It made him feel odd, like there was a strange fire starting to burn deep inside his hollow chest, but he would never show that. Loki, in turn, chose to comment on it to relive his own self-distress,"Are you angry with me?"'
"No, not at all," Rebecca sharply replied, her lips almost pouting. She kept her spot, as if refusing to let him further back into the apartment.
"Do you wish I take my leave?"
Rebecca's brows furrowed,"I thought you were."
She was acting defensive now.
"I can, unless you wish me to stay," Loki said aloud, his voice almost purring.
"NO," Rebecca snapped her eyes flashing as she did, hastily she replying,"You are well, clearly, and I'd like to have my bed back."
A fire was returning. Her spark, her energy that kept them battling all the way. Loki couldn't help but feel his smirk remain plastered on his face as he chortled,"Very well. Then, I bid you good morrow and many happy moons."
Rebecca stood there, pouting a bit, as she watched the Norse god exit. As the door fell shut, a new feeling crept over the apartment. The door seemed to echo as it clicked closed, making the feeling of empty monopolize the large space. The apartment, with the loss of Loki's presence, instantly seemed to lack something.
Rebecca sighed, one of her fingers coming up to scratch her messy hair behind her ear. Then, she pressed her fingers to her lips, before she returned it to her crossed armed pose.
Her gaze wandered behind her, her mind abuzz with thought and questioning.
Something had happened between Loki and Rebecca, but what exactly was the question. Slowly, Rebecca padded her way back into the living room, her steps slow and sluggish. A yawn escaped her lips as she tilted her head to the clock, studying the time and determining it at 3AM. 3AM was pretty late.
3AM was a time to think and walk. It was also a time to get some junk food at a 24 hour diner.
The cool night air whipped about her hair as she hugged her sweater towards her. Rebecca since had changed into black yoga pants, a white tee, and a large sweater to make her late-night run for food. Rebecca had her wrecked hair in a pony at the nap of her neck to keep it away from her face. The moon was following her as she moved, and Rebecca felt almost guarded by the celestial being as her mind began to retrace the various events of the past few days.
A lot had happened. Simply caring for the unconscious god, to feeding him, to conversing with him, to dreaming about him... And then almost kissing. Why had everything escalated to that single point of unparalleled tension? Rebecca started with hating the man, and now she very well didn't hate him at all.
The street lamps passed overhead, the dimly lit street moving by her body as she walked. Rebecca glanced up to the lights often as the thoughts flooded her.
Rebecca had no reason to hate him now. He apologized, in some odd fashion, and showed some obscure form of kindness. Why was he doing that to her? Was his actions all apart of some false sense of security he tried to instill? Because as of now, Loki was working wonders on her ability to trust him.
She shivered slightly as the wind hit her body, her legs continuously moving down the side walk to her destination. Loki was making her act completely out of character. Rebecca was a hard-ass, a bitch, and crude woman with no one to please and yet here she was, walking to clear her mind because she was losing her head over someone she'd never see again!
Rebecca shuddered, shaking her head as she did. She couldn't bring herself to deny the warmth she still felt in her chest, but at the same time she knew she couldn't accept these feelings. He raped her! And somehow, that seemed like a very different man. He apologized, saved her life he... was kind to her. He was atoning for all of his sins. He was making her feel something inside of her chest, growing and shifting her original view of him.
Her chocolate eyes were trained ahead, knowing she had a few more blocks to walk on an empty street before reaching her destination.
But then, she felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her. It was a bad feeling that replaced the warmth, a coldness slowly dripping through her body and making her freeze in her steps. Something was behind her. Someone. Slowly, Rebecca felt her heart drop deep into her stomach. Someone was following her. Her breath became soft, her eyes widening as she heard footsteps behind her come to a stop.
With much hesitation, Rebecca turned around to see not one, not two, but three men standing before her. The moonlight shimmered behind them, making their bodies appear like ominous black figures with large shadows. Each one was grimy, dirty, with the scent of beer and body order radiating off their flesh and polluting the air. She only heard the words,"Well, she's a pretty one," before she knew she was in trouble.
Real trouble.
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