OHHHH MYYY GOOSSSSHH, I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING THIS SINCE THE START OF FEB, REALLY, SCHOOL SUCKS BALLS AND YEAH I'M AN UNMOTIVATED WRITER :'( I will hopefully end up finishing this one day... Although at the moment I have no idea of the plot. Things sort of just take control as I'm typing. Story plans? Pfft.. BTW I don't own any of the characters in this fic ;)
"Can we not talk about this right now?" he asks, gritting his teeth.
"Yeah, okay," I whisper and lean into his chest. I'm relieved when he puts an arm around me and doesn't move away.
"I wish everything could be like this," he mumbles into my shoulder.
I giggle and go for a blind kiss. Literally, as we moved out of the light and I can't see anything around me. It feels so different to our other kisses but of course, it's just as fucking amazing. After we just stand there, my hand absentmindedly playing with his cape. He chuckles a bit when he realises what I'm doing.
"What?! It's cool, I want one, and can I have one, please?" I ask, indignantly.
"I know, I love it. Of course, uhm, when we're out of here though," he replies, amused.
He suddenly lets go of me and I'm violently shoved to the ground. I shout out in shock as he kicks me in the stomach. I feel nauseous and I'm clenching my stomach in pain. What the hell just happened? I'm bracing for another attack, almost crying. Everything was fine just then, Loki was there, reassuring me. Without him I'm nothing, just a weak human, mortal prisoner. Who knows what the Chitauri would do to me without him there, or even if he was forced to do something to keep up pretences. My heart is thudding loudly in my chest and I'm racking out the sobs. I think I've been keeping too much of this emotion and shock inside of me since he told me his true story. Now things have hit a line and I can't keep it all in. I'm trying to be as quiet as possible, hopefully whoever shoved and kicked me can't see in the dark. It can't have been Loki could it? He let go of me and then I was shoved. Hard. The pain and shock blurred out the memory of what actually did it. It could have been Loki, but not the Loki I know. The evil one, the one who came here to capture, free Earth whatever it is. I hear footsteps and I brace myself for another attack but it never comes. I hear heavy, uneven breathing, Loki?
"Ellie." One word. Not Loki speaking. But another voice, someone I've known for years. Bree. My sister. What the hell is my sister doing here? Does she know about everything too? Or have they got all my old friends, my dad, workmates, Selly? Do they have to capture everyone with some relation to me?
She seems to be as reluctant to speak as I am. So I blurt out a question, "Why are you here?"
"Basically the same reason as you, I just got the brother."
"Thor?" Shit. The phone call I had with my sister. Her new date. Thor. It must have actually been Loki's adopted brother then.
"Yes, don't you remember? My dream date, Thor," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She is obviously less than happy with this situation.
"He told you then? About his true story, why he's here?" she asks me.
"Loki? Yeah, he did. Did Thor?" I ask, curious, I don't know much about Thor apart from the bare details Loki had told me.
"Yes." One single word, and I could tell that she knew something big, something really big about this whole thing. She didn't want to give anything away so she just uttered one little word. Damn it Bree.
"Some men should just be banned from dating, don't you think Ellie?"
"Woah, yeah, definitely," I agreed with her somewhat but I self-destructingly felt lucky to be chosen by Loki like that.
"So Thor's here now?" I ask.
"Yeah, he arrived, in his trademark way, with me, around ten minutes ago."
"His trademark way, tell me about that?" I ask, trying to pass the time somewhat.
"He has a hammer, he swings it around, and he flies. Don't ask how he managed it holding me," she says, and I'm amazed at how she can still be her usual sassy, sarcastic self right now.
"Know where Loki went?" I'm dying to know where he went, and who shoved me onto the ground.
"I'm assuming he's up on the top somewhere talking to Thor, I hope it doesn't get bloody," she says hastily.
"Bloody?" I ask, amazed.
"Yeah, your Loki has one big temper on him, especially with that scary staff, Thor tries to keep a calm head, stay civil with his brother but Loki usually sends him one too many insults, or, assaults," she explains.
"He told you all this?" I exclaim, shocked.
"Yah, he's really interesting Ell."
"They both are aren't they? What the hell did we both get ourselves into? I'm really scared Bree, what's going to happen in the future, to us, and to Thor, Loki and us?"
I lean into hug her, find her warm body and feel slightly more relaxed. Just the smell of her vanilla shampoo is relaxing, reassuring, I feel a lot better now. Prepared. Prepared to take on whatever comes our way. I won't let anything come in between my family, and Loki and I. I just can't forget my Loki, the one who is sweet, charming, funny, gorgeous and a great kisser.
"No idea sis, but it's gonna be one hell of a ride."
We walk cautiously down the dark room towards the brightest source of light. I strain my head trying to see out the hole in the ceiling but it's too hard to see anything.
We both jump back in fright when we see a shadow over the trapdoor.
"Ellie? … Bree?" A voice floats down that makes me shiver all over.
"Ya-hah?" Bree replies breezily.
"Can I come down?" he asks.
He's asking if he can go somewhere on his own ship. That man…
"Yeah, please," I whisper back.
Bree scoffs at my pleading tone. I ignore her, hoping desperately that Loki could still be interested in me.
Breathe. Steady. Calm, everything is okay. I repeat this mantra in my head, hoping to be a little more composed for when Loki saw me.
I sucked in a breath as he came down the hole. He was still the same man. Yet, not quiet. He was wearing something different, his hair looked longer, and it was all over the place, his eyes had a sort of fierce desperation about them. When he glances over at me, his distant expression fades a little but not completely. Something about the normal routine of life and home turns him into a different person.
Maybe, just maybe, I could help him think more about other things. Happy things, and even sad things. But not evil things. I knew just from being in close proximity from them that the Chitarui were of an evil place. Loki did not need any more evil in his life. Yet I was merely just a mortal human, no special powers, not even a particularly strong personality. How could I change the future of Loki, he who was not named after the god but actually was the god?
On top of his head sits a helmet. It looks exactly like the one in illustrations from the comics. With the horns, it makes him look like a lopsided buffalo. I giggle quietly thinking about this. Loki looks at me, frowning.
"Ellie, come here," he demands. I don't like the tone of his voice but I obey anyway, thinking I may as well.
"Are you comfortable here?" he asks.
"No. And I won't be until you start to listen to me and answer all my questions satisfactorily."
He sighs and whispers quietly, "I know you now have no reason to trust me but have heart and know that one day I will tell you everything you desire to know. If I were to tell you now this would put you in unnecessary danger. They," he pointed to the ceiling, "know things that no one ever told them. Simply put, I cannot tell you everything as they would know straightaway and execute both of us. Probably Thor and your sister too if they were feeling particularly upset."
"Okay then. I still don't feel at all comfortable but I put my faith in you, and Thor."
Loki raises his eyebrows at the last comment and I just shrug and reach out my hand to his. Instinctively he reaches over and squeezes my hands against his. They're warm and fit perfectly in mine.