Loki Laufeyson Imagines

the field trip - part 4 (revised)

~Your POV~
    You still have butterflies from your interaction with Loki as you guys file out of the lab.  No one really seemed to care... except for Missy of course.

    She is shooting you nasty sneers, as you try so hard not to laugh.

    "Hey!! Loser!!" she calls.  You roll your eyes and spin on your heel.  She's standing there smirking, an evil glint in her eye.

    "What's going on with you and Loki?!  You really think he'd ever like a girl like you!?  Ha!! You are pathetic!" she scoffs.  You suck in a deep breath, trying to keep your fingers cool.

    "Whatever Missy," you seethe, going to walk away.  Missy's fingers wrap around your wrist, and she yanks you backward.

    "Hey!!" you yelp.

    "Stay away from Loki, you understand?!  He is mine!! MINE!" she screams.  And that's when you lose it.  That's when all the bullying, and the exhaustion of keeping your secret a secret explodes.

    "YOU KNOW WHAT MISSY!!?  That's where you are wrong!" you scream.  She jumps back into the wall, shocked in her eyes.

    "Guess what?!  Loki is my boyfriend!  Don't freaking' believe me?!" you scream, whipping out your phone.  You open it, shove it in her face, and scroll through the hundreds of photos of you two.

    "Photoshop!" Missy cries.  You're ready to pound this girl's head into the ground.

    "Oh really!?  If that's photoshop what's his shoe size?  What shampoo does he use?  What's his favorite food?  Favorite color?  How does he like his sandwiches?" you seethe.

    "Size 10 shoes, citrus shampoo, peppers, green, and he doesn't eat sandwiches!" Missy snaps back.  You blink a few times, breathing heavily in anger.

    "How the hell did you know all that!?" you cry.  Missy just smirks.  You pin her arms to the wall and she yelps.

    "I bet you that you didn't know that he wakes up almost every night at 1:30 sharp.  Shaking, sweating, traumatized from the nightmares.  That the only thing that calms him down is reading Shakespeare, and he usually doesn't fall asleep the rest of the night.  That he has had so many creeps like you all over him, and it scars him, it scares him.  That he feels horrible guilt every day for what he did to New York.  I bet you didn't know that he regrets attacking New York.  Or that almost every day he cries, thinking it's his fault for his mother's death," you seethe into her face, your heart pounding.  Missy blinks in shock.

    "So don't tell me he's yours.  Don't tell me that you know him so well.  Because darling trust me, I'm the only one who truly knows him.  And I swear on the Nine Realms, that I love him with every ounce of my body.  And you lay another finger on him, my dear, it will be the last thing you ever do.  Kapeesh?" you snarl.  Missy gives a whimpering nod.  You give her a good shove on the wall and back up.

    Everything's fine.
    Until she screams.

    "OH MY GOD YOUR HANDS!!!" she cries.  You look down and gasp.  Your fingertips are blue, and the rest of your hands are white, with blue swirls all over them.  Your heart is pounding, and you look up at Missy.  She looks at you in horror.  No one was supposed to know.  They all knew your fingers went blue but... they... they didn't know all of it... only Bucky knew...

    And Missy looked at you.  Like you're a demon.  A monster.  You gulp, your hands shaking, the images flashing.

    "Missy i-it's..." you stutter.  But she just screams again and runs down the hall.  You shake.  Your whole body is shaking, as you sink into the ground.