Protector (EN)

Chapter 6

Back then
Before my mum died, I actually had a carefree childhood. Only that my mum married a guy who drank a lot of alcohol. I was 6 when that happened. My mum had known for a long time that she was ill and needed urgent support. She thought if she died then my stepdad could take care of me. In the end she realized that I had to go to Tony. When I was 7 and saw that my mum was having a nervous breakdown, I ran to her. She had just put a pot on the stove. The water that was in the pot was now on the floor.

Jonas was not home. I never called him dad. A dad should take care of his family. He didn't.

There she was now. On the floor and shaking. I knelt down in front of her and alarm bells started ringing. I ran as fast as I could and grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency number. When I was done I ran back to her and tried to calm her down. I didn't want her to close her eyes. I wanted her to stay with me. I was crying. I thought it was over.

Then I heard something happening at the door. Maybe it was the doctor. My eyes sparkled with hope, then I was disappointed because it was my father. I lay down to protect myself from my mother and hoped that he would not see us. He was drunk as usual. I put my hands on mum's face and tried to be as quiet as possible. When he entered the kitchen and saw me, he grabbed me by the shoulder and threw me against the nearest door. I tensed up in pain.

He came up to me and grabbed me by the arm and held me tight. He clenched his fists and hit me. This was the first time Jonas hit me. He never usually got to do that because my mum always got in between and got hit instead. She didn't separate from him because she needed the money. Otherwise she had nothing. She couldn't do anything on her own. She couldn't take care of me either.

A second blow landed on my left eye. He took another swing as my mum got up and hit him in the head with a pan. I cried with joy. My mum was still there. She knelt in front of me and took me in her arms. Until finally the doctor came and mum was taken to the hospital. Fortunately I was allowed to stay with her. I had had a black eye, but I lied about it. I said I had been careless and had run against a pole.

Today
I woke up. It was already the next day. Today I will see Loki. I went to the bathroom and washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

"You can do this. He'll be in the cell and he won't hurt you." I said to myself encouragingly.

I combed my hair and tied it into a braid. I put on black pants and a white T-shirt. My white sports shoes could not be missing. Now I went to the kitchen and shook cereal into a bowl and added some milk. I took the bowl and went to the living room and turned on the TV. When I was done, I went to the elevator and went down to the lobby where we were all going to meet again.

Once downstairs, I could already see the worried looks resting on me. And there he stood. Loki. He had black hair that was combed back and green eyes. He was wearing armor that was green and black. He grinned at me, but then he looked at me in shock.

"I killed you!" He remembered.
Apparently he still remembered me.

"Apparently you weren't good enough at this task." I tried to get across as confidently as possible. This one started to grin wickedly again. Here I wasn't so scared. Here were the Avengers.

Finally he was led to his cell. I followed Thor and Dad came with us. When he was finally where he belonged, Thor smiled encouragingly at me. He pressed a button as he did so Loki couldn't hear what we were saying.

"Don't let him intimidate you. Try to talk to him once in a while, though, so he doesn't go crazy." He then told me, which is why I was then a bit shocked.

"I was just told to stop by." I said a little indignantly.

"Yes I know, but if I had told you directly to talk to him, you wouldn't do that otherwise." He winked at me.

"Well you're right about that. I'm not going to do that" I then smiled at him provocatively.

"Too late. You won't get out of this hole anytime soon." He grinned cheekily at me and patted me on the shoulder. I looked after him, upset, as he disappeared into the elevator. I sighed loudly and then my dad also approached me with his arms crossed, keeping his gaze on Loki

"If the nice gentleman causes any problems, let me know." And then addressing me "If it does, I'll find someone else to do it" and smiled encouragingly at me. I smiled back. My dad was just the best.

When he was gone too, I went to the switch and pushed the button so he could hear me again.

"And how are our ice princes doing?" I asked him somewhat provocatively.

He raised his head higher and looked down at me. He folded his arms behind his back. "You better watch how you talk to me. This is going to end badly for you." He threatened me.
I may not have realized it, but I was shaking. Only a glass wall separated us. What would he do if it wasn't there. Of course. Kill me.

He probably noticed my fear and grinned wickedly at me.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid?" And came towards the wall. Only a few meters separated us. Now he looked at me seriously.

"Do you remember when I stabbed you with the knife. You were lying there helpless. No one rushed to your aid." And then unexpectedly hit the window, startling me and making me turn around. He started laughing wickedly.

"You're such a monster Loki" I only brought out.

"No" he said amused. "You humans are monsters. Remember your stepfather. He beat you and your mother."

Startled, I turned around, "How do you know?"

He laughed even harder. "You don't know that? I also know now that Stark is your father. I can see it in your eyes. You look a lot like him. And your sassy ways. Much like your father."

I turned around and walked to the elevator. I could still hear him yelling something after me, but it seemed like I was deaf. I heard everything in a blur. I didn't tell anyone, except my father, that Jonas hit us.