Chapter eleven (It's Not Even Noon Yet)
When I awoke in the morning I felt strong arms wrapped around me. I smiled knowing it was Loki…. And that's when the drunken memories came flooding back to me. All I could focus on was what I did last night, or should I say what I almost did. We didn't do anything, for Loki felt like I would be at a disadvantage being drunk and I do have to say that I agree. If we were going to have sex I wanted to be one hundred percent sane and sober, I want every memory to be clear: not fuzzy.
"Loki…. Are you awake?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake him if he wasn't. All I heard was his peaceful breathing and his chest slightly rumbling with every breath. Thinking about it now my body felt like shit, so maybe Loki was right…. I need sleep. Slowly, but surely, I fell back into my hard slumber. When I awoke again I felt a pair of eyes staring straight at me.
"Can I help you?" I asked my voice thick with sleep.
"I was just making sure you didn't die…. We wouldn't want that now would we?" Loki said chuckling a little.
"Well I am so let's go back to sleep." I said sternly.
"How about we get up? You've already slept half the day away." I immediately sat up, now extremely pissed that I slept through half of my first Saturday with Loki. Leaning over Loki's body I grab my phone off of the nightstand. I looked at the time and it said 10:12.
"Are you shitting me Loki? Couldn't you have let me sleep more?" I asked pissed.
"I am truly sorry Aubree, but I wanted to be able to be with you as much as I could today." He stated slightly blushing.
"Well I'm starved…. Wanna order pizza?" I asked him, suddenly happy about the idea of food.
"Might as well, you haven't eaten since lunch yesterday." Loki stated. I dialed the nearest pizza place that delivers and ordered a large cheese pizza.
"I'm gonna take a shower, I feel kind of shitty." Loki nodded and left the room closing the door behind him.
Whenever I stood up I felt instantly dizzy. I ran into the bathroom and threw up, great let's hope it's just a hangover. Loki and I never did anything last night did we? Oh god, if we did and I was pregnant I don't know what will happen. My dad would kill me! I continued with my shower and got dressed before walking out into the living room to find Loki lying on my couch. His eyes were covered by the back of his hand, but he was fidgeting and moving more than usual so I knew he wasn't asleep.
"Loki you okay?" I asked grabbing a piece of pizza and sitting down on the edge of the couch.
"Yes." He responded with a shaky breath.
"Quite bull shitting me, Loki, there is obviously something wrong." I told him sternly. He sat up and moved his hand from his face. I saw that his eyes were red, swollen, and lightly laced with tears. There were tear stains on his cheeks and the neck of his shirt was also wet, indicating that he tried to stop the flow of tears but failed. "Hun what's wrong?" I asked again, more politely.
"Everything." He snapped back.
"Okay, well what is one of those things?" I asked him. He looked straight into my eyes and I could tell he was pissed as fuck.
"Why does it matter?" Loki spat at me. "Why does it even matter if something is wrong? You don't care." What?
"Maybe I'm just not understanding," I said getting cut off.
"Of course not you're merely a mortal! Just get over yourself and leave me the fuck alone!" he yelled walking into my room and slamming the door. I heard the lock click into place and I became really scared.
"Loki, please I just want to help you!" I yelled at him from the other side of the door. "And just so you know Loki I am not an only a mortal. I have a power."
"Why the hell should I believe you?" he yelled back.
"Because, Loki, I don't know if you've ever heard of Precognitions but that's what I do. I get premonitions, usually in my dreams but they can occur virtually anytime, and that's why whenever I get drunk I am more vulnerable than most mortals. The premonitions can take over my body and cause me to hallucinate. I remember one time I got so drunk that I was having these hallucinations about killing myself…. and I tried so hard to make them be real. I thought that they weren't hallucinations and that they were really premonitions, and I have the scars to prove it." I said.
"Really?" I heard Loki ask softly.
"Yes." I responded coldly. I hated talking about it. Many people just think that my scars are from self-harm, and even though they technically are but they aren't because the reason most people do it. I truly hate my life right now.