Hello again, my faithful readers. Sorry if this update took long. This time I don't have a good excuse but I'm making it up to you by increasing the length of the chapter. By the way, thanks so much to those who reviewed! Reading them inspires me to keep writing! So, without further adieu, here is Chapter 6.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OC, Mandy. Loki and any other Marvel characters I add later on belong to Marvel or wherever they truly belong to.

Minor Update: I made an artwork for BlindSight on DeviantArt. The link is at the end of my profile.

Mandy P.O.V.

"So, will you stay?" I asked Loki with a glimmer of hope that he would agree. I honestly wanted to help him, regardless of the circumstances that came with it. He needed it. Even though I barely knew who he was, I could feel in that outburst of his, that he was alone and in pain. I had felt that way once before and no one should ever experience that.

I was willing to wait and give him all the time he needed before replying, but he gave an answer in less than a minute. "Yes." He said in a sincere and calm voice. I gave a sigh and a smile before telling him, "Then make yourself comfortable and rest. I'll wake you up for dinner." After that, I left the living room to give him some privacy. On my way out, I could hear him shifting around the couch. With that, I knew he followed just what I had told him do.

Most people would think that what I did was stupid. Some time ago, I would have felt the same. I just took a stranger into my home and let him live with me. There is, however, a reason why I let it happen. Someone had done the same for me.

I was just like Loki, homeless, alone and afraid. I had a shady background and did not deserve to be trusted, but someone took me in with no question. There was nothing I could offer her, but she gave me a place to stay and food to eat. She took the risk and had faith in me, who was then, no one worth caring for.

As I entered my room, I heard my clock beep five times, signaling that is was five o'clock in the afternoon. It was set that way so I would never lose track of time even though I could not see. My blindness forced me to keep a strict time schedule or else I would be staying up all night thinking it was just noontime.

Any normal person would spend time by reading a book or watching television, but unfortunately for me, I could not do any of those things. Instead, I chose to do a personal hobby of mine. After feeling though a drawer, I found my lump of modeling clay. It may seem childish to most people, but that is because they do not use it the way I do. Molding was a way I could express myself without the need to see what I was doing. It consoled me that artists did not need eyes to create art. I kept myself busy with that until it was time to cook and prepare dinner.

Loki P.O.V.

"Loki?"

I heard a gentle voice calling me, breaking through the lull darkness I was in. The voice was familiar, but I could not name it.

"Wake up, Loki."

I felt myself being shaken lightly. I opened my eyes and saw a girl with dull gray eyes and black hair. Mandy, I said to myself as my memories flooded back in. I brought myself up in a sitting position and rubbed my eyes to push away the drowsiness.

"Did you sleep well?" she asked me. Quite frankly, I did not recall falling asleep, nor did I remember dreaming. "I guess so, if you find this lumpy large cushion conducive for comfortable sleeping." Yes, I am that much of a liar. A little bit of rest had helped me feel normal again, almost.

She did not look at all insulted or hurt at my statement. Instead, she simply said, "Well, you did agree with staying on the couch." She had a point there, so I did not argue. "Come on. You've been asleep for a couple of hours so must be hungry." Mandy told me while offering her hand for me to take. I gave my hand to her and she pulled me up carefully. She then led me to a table with what I guessed to be Midgardian food. There were two plates set for us. I sat down on one seat and she on the other. Mandy pushed a bowl of the strange food towards me. "What is that?" I asked with a hint of disgust in my voice. She smiled and explained each to me patiently. I took mental notes on what she was saying, but most of the time, I was analyzing how she seemed alright with everything. Did she not find it unusual that I was unfamiliar with what was common to her or was she completely oblivious to things like that?

While she continued to talk, I only gave responses like, "I see." and "Alright." She probably noticed that I was paying less and less attention when she tried to prompt me to say something else. "If I'm boring you or anything, please say so." She told me. "You aren't boring me. I am just a little distracted." I said honestly. "Loki, I know it's kinda awkward on your part, but I do want to keep a conversation with you." She said shyly. I raised an eyebrow at her. Mandy continued nonetheless. "Hearing helps me keep track of things and, as much as I don't want to push you to talk, it's hard for me to know if you're even there." "And what would you like to converse about?" I asked her. She ate something first and swallowed it before saying, "Well, you are the guest. You choose. Besides, I don't wanna give a topic that you're uncomfortable with." I smirked and said, "Then can we talk about you?" Her eyes widened. "That's not an interesting topic." She told me, trying to keep herself composed. Unfortunately for her, I could see her blush. "What would you suggest, then?" I asked her. Mandy took a moment to think before saying, "I actually wanted to get to know you, if that's ok."

I saw an opportunity. "Why don't we take turns? You can ask me questions about myself and I will ask about you." I proposed. She was alright with that and said, "Ok. But let's not get to touchy subjects, please. You are not the only one who has family problems." At least she was smart enough to understand that even I did not want to discuss that.

"So who starts?" she asked. I knew I had to make her comfortable enough to answer me honestly so I said, "Ladies first." She looked nervous when she asked, "Where did you come from?" Though I braced myself for such questions, I did not know how to answer that without sounding like a crazy person. I decided to keep it vague and said, "A far place that you have probably never heard of. It should not matter much since I doubt I'll ever be there again." She did not look satisfied with my response, but she did not push inquire further. Instead, she said, "I see. It's your turn, now." I wanted to start with something simple. "Do you live alone, here?" She smiled and replied, "Yes. I used to share this house with someone, but she passed away some time ago. Now, it's just me… and you of course." I was right after all. It made me wonder, however, how she could do things without sight.

While I waited for her next question, I ate some of the unfamiliar food. "Is this your first time around these parts?" Mandy asked. It made me happy to know that she was giving me an easy one this time. "Not here exactly, but I've been to places nearby. However, it has been a very long time. Everything is very different." I told her. "Things change fast, don't they? Nothing really lasts." she said with a sigh.

It was my turn once again so, I asked, "How are you able to do so much even if you are blind?" She replied, "I use my other senses. Touch and hearing really help me. Also, everything here has a specific place, so I just memorize where they should be." I tried to imagine how I could also do daily things without being able to see. For me, it would still be difficult. It must have taken a long time to master such a skill.

We spent a while on that table, just talking. Most of my questions dwelled on information about the place and the way things worked in the house. Mandy, who seemed afraid to burden me with personal questions only asked about my favorite weather, my age, (which I never gave out clearly) the things I liked, and the things I disliked. Afterwards, she cleared out the table and washed the dishes. I only watched her work since I had no clue how to do it. It was strange to see the host doing the things servants were supposed to. Perhaps I had just become used to the life of the affluent.

Once she had finished, Mandy said, "It's late and you're probably tired." She was right. It had been a long and painful day. I could still feel the soreness of my body and sleep was the only sanctuary from the pain. "Stay here for a moment, ok? I just need to get some things. When I get back, I'll bring you to the living room." She told me, before leaving. After a few minutes, she returned and carefully led me out. We were once again in the same position as we were when she brought me to her house: my arm was over her shoulders and her own was supporting my side.

When we arrived, I was surprised with what was on, what she called the "couch." A cloth cover and pillows were placed on it, making it appear like a small bed. "Did you do this?" I asked her in a small voice. "You said earlier that it was uncomfortable so I fixed it a little." She explained. I was dumbfounded at the gesture. She was too kind to me.

Mandy set me down and helped me get into the bed without hurting myself. "Would you like the light on while you sleep or should I turn it off?" she asked as she prepared to leave. I realized that she meant the light on the ceiling. Suddenly, I wondered why she was concerned about it. She should not be able know the difference. "I prefer it dark, but may I ask? How do you know about light?" She smiled as she replied, "I was not always blind, Loki."

She began to walk away when she said to me, "Goodnight." After that, she shut the light off and left. Finally alone, I curled up into the sheets and whispered to myself, and to Mandy.

"Goodnight as well."

End of Chapter 6

Hints of Mandy's past is scattered in the chapter for those who were curious about her. I hope you liked it. Let me know in the reviews, ok?