The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 65: What a wonderful world...

I open the door, but something's wrong. Loki quickly hides himself under sheets.
"Loki?" I ask.
But he didn't answer, he just sat there hiding under the sheets.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"Nothing." He answers, worried.
Okay, what was going on?
"Take the sheets off your face." I chuckle, thinking it might be a joke.
"I can't." He tells me.
It's just his face, nothing's wrong with it. But this didn't seem like a joke.
I walk closer to him, standing over his hospital bed. If he didn't want me to lift the sheets off him, I wouldn't. He'd do it himself.
"What's the matter? Why can't I look at you without a sheet over your head?"
"Because." He says, quickly.
But that's not exactly the answer I was looking for.
"Because why?"
He seemed scared. He didn't answer right away. Why was he so scared? He wasn't scared of me, that's for sure. Or was he? No, he couldn't.
"You won't like what you see." He finally answers.
I have no idea what he meant, but at the same time I did. I think I have an idea, at least. When I saw his memories, I figured out he was a frost giant. But the way he figured that out was something with his skin changing color. I don't really know how it works.
"Why?" I ask him.
"Because." He answers, once again.
I sigh, "Loki, it's okay. You could take the sheet off of your head."
He shakes his head under the sheets, "I can't."
I wanted to read his mind, to see what he was thinking. I really did. But I'd feel like a bitch for invading his privacy.
"Please?" I ask.
And this time, he did. He took the sheets off of his head, slowly.
My theory was correct. But why was he afraid to show me? It's not a bad thing.
He didn't look at me, he just stares at the ground.
"Can you say something?" He whispers.
"Why did you try to hide it?" I ask.
He looked ashamed. Not the he didn't show me, but because he did.
"It's hideous..." he mutters.
He still didn't look at me. But how could he think this was hideous? It was anything but hideous. It was quite beautiful, really.
Almost like a piece of art.
"Loki, look at me." I ask of him.
But he didn't. He didn't want me looking at his whole face.
But I was going to, anyways.
I put my hand on his face, and turn his head to face me. But he doesn't open his eyes. He keeps them closed.
The patterns on his face were actually interesting. They were so different, that it was beautiful.
"Hey, look at me." I say, again.
And this time, he does. He looks at me in the eye. His eyes were red, but what did that matter? It was beautiful. I've never seen red eyes before.
"It's hideous, I know.." he begins, but I cut him off.
"No, absolutely not. You are not hideous." I assure.
His eyes were filled with tears.
"But I am.."
"Stop, don't say that. Okay? Listen to me, it's not hideous. It's beautifully different."I smile, in attempt for him to realize that too.
He just stares into my eyes, and tears come rolling down his face. It's as though nobody ever said that, or felt this kind of admiration.
"You really think so?" He asks, in a hushed tone.
And I nod, confirming it.
"But why?" He asks, clearly confused. I don't know how long he knew of him being a frost giant, but he must've hated this side of him the whole time. He expected me to hate him.
I smile, "Because you'll always be perfect to me, no matter what, Loki."
I wipe away the tears that streamed down his face, and he smiles a bit.
"Now," I say, letting go of his face, "What did the doctors say?"
He keeps his eyes on me, still smiling, almost forgetting to answer.
"Oh, well, everything went well." He answers.
"That's great," I smile, "The doctor told me you'd have to stay a few more nights, just in case."
He nods, and looks down at where the bullet hit him. It went, almost, right through him. It could've even hit me, but it didn't make it that far.
He blocked the bullet from hitting me.
"Does it hurt?" I ask.
"Not currently. They gave me some sort of medicine." He answers.
I know he'd be alright, but I can't help but feel guilty for all of this. I mean, this is the second time he took a bullet for me. This time, I thought he was going to die. He could have died, and thank goodness he didn't.
"Hey, do you.. do you remember what you were about to say, before you passed out?" I ask.
He takes a moment to answer, continuing to look down at where he was hit.
And then, he looks up at me, "My apologies. I don't." He answers.
"No, it's alright. I was just wondering why you took the bullet?"
He looks at me, directly in the eyes, "I couldn't let you die." He answers.
"But you could've died."
"And it would be worth dying for, would it not?"
He makes it sound so simple. He put his own life in danger, just to save mine. And he thinks, I'm actually worth dying for? I'm not even worth living for.
"You've got the right idea, but I'm not worth dying for." I answer.
"Oh, but you are." He replies, quickly.
"And why am I worth dying for?" I question.
He shrugs and smiles, "You just are."
Before I can say something else, the door opens, and Thor walks in.
He looks a bit shocked at first, but tries to hide the fact he was. I'm pretty sure Loki noticed, too.
"You're awake." Thor says, walking over to Loki.
But he doesn't stand next to him, he kind of stands across from him, at the end of the hospital bed.
"Clearly." Loki replies.
Thor smiles, "It's great to know you'll be alright."
"You thought I'd die?" Loki questions.
Thor shrugs, half confirming he did.
"Brother, you know when I die, I don't really die anyways." He smirks.
I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just sat there, confused. How does one die... but not actually die?
Sure, I've seen all of his memories, but he's never died. I think.
Thor turns to me, "May I have a moment?" He asks me.
"Oh, yeah. Sure." I say, getting up to leave the room. But I'd stand next to the door. I wasn't just going to leave.
Loki's POV....
Sarah leaves the room.
Why would she have to leave the room? What conservation had to be private?
"This might seem like a terrible time to ask, but why did you do that?" Thor asks.
I shrug, "Do what?"
"I mean, why did you jump in front of her to take the bullet instead?"
Great. I knew this question would come up. It's not like I'd answer truthfully, though.
What? Did he expect me to tell him that the reason I jumped in front of her was because I couldn't lose her? Was I supposed to tell him that I would be all alone, if I'd let her die? Was I supposed to tell him, that if she'd got hit, and died, I'd blame myself for not stopping it? Was I supposed to tell him that I had fallen deeply fond of her?
"I don't know." I answer.
"Loki, give it up. I'm very aware that you're fond of her."
I just shrug.
"Why else would you put yourself at risk for death, if you weren't fond of her?"
I shrug again.
He stays silent for a few moments, just looking at me, probably thinking. Probably thinking of how hideous I am. But he couldn't be. I'm not hideous, according to her.
"You should tell her." He finally says.
"Tell her what?" I ask.
"How you feel."
"Absolutely not."
"So you admit to it? You do love her?"
Damn.
I've been tricked.
"I never said that."
"You sort of did." Thor smirks.
"I did not."
"Brother, you do not have to fib. I wouldn't tell her."
Oh, but he would.
He would shout it from a rooftop.
So, I shrug again.
He smirks, and lets Sarah come back into the room.
Sarah's POV...
Thor opens the door, again, letting me come in.
I wanted to eavesdrop, but I didn't. It didn't feel right to do.
"I'll go find him someone to get him food." Thor says, leaving, and closing the door behind him.
I didn't understand why he was only with his own brother for less than 5 minutes. I mean, he'd just gotten shot, and he couldn't stay with him longer?
Sure, he was fetching him something to eat, but still.

I go to sit down on the chair, next to the hospital bed.
"What is there to do in a hospital?" Loki asks. It was obvious he wanted to get out of here as soon as he can. And he wanted to leave today, but he couldn't.
"I have no idea. I can't remember the last time I was in a hospital," I chuckle, "Heck, I don't even remember ever being in one."
"I guess that's a fair point." Loki says.
I look around the room, looking for anything. There was nothing but a radio on the small coffee table.
"For starters, you could listen to music." I say, pointing to the radio next to him.
He reaches out his arm, to turn it on. I don't know if he knows how to work a radio, but somehow, he turned it on.
I see trees of green.
Red roses too.
I see them bloom.
For me and you.
And I think to myself.
What a wonderful world.
This song was quite nice. I don't remember the last time I actually sat down and listened to music. Sure, there were those two Christmas parties, but the music played then was some band called AC/DC.
And I didn't really like that kind of music.
But this music, this was nice.
Either he liked the music too, or he noticed how I was enjoying it, because he turned the volume up.
This was nice.