BlindSight: A Thor (Loki) Fanfiction

Chapter 12: The Fight for Truth

Loki P.O.V.

“Why have you done this?”

“To prove to father that I am a worthy son.”

Thunder began to rumble

 “I’ve changed.”

“So have I. Now fight me!”

“I will not fight you, brother!”

The rolling sound of thunder continued to make itself heard.

“I’m not your brother. I never was.”

“Loki, this is madness!”

Bright light flashed almost in unison with a loud clash of thunder, waking me suddenly from my sleep. I literally jumped up at the sound and braced myself. I half-expected to find Thor, my not-brother, who always gave off thunderclaps like that when he was angry.

I had learned to be wary, if not fear whenever I heard them. When bad things happened, I was always the first and main suspect. Thor would come for me before anyone else. Now, he had every reason to hate me.

When my mind had finally registered the surroundings, I remembered that I was nowhere near Asgard. I was in a small house in Midgard. There was no Thor ready to strike me down, just a terrible rainstorm outside.

Just as I began to settle down from the rather undesired awakening, I heard a feminine voice grunting and complaining. Since Mandy was the only other person who could be in the house, I went to look for her.

I found Mandy in her room. At first, I could not identify what she was doing. She seemed to be pushing something against the wall. Upon closer inspection, I learned that she was trying to place a board in front of the broken window in order to stop the rain from pouring in.

I immediately, I came to her aid since she looked like she was having a difficult time.

“Loki?” I heard her say when she felt the wooden board move with more ease than when I was not around.

I did not reply immediately. My focus was on my work since I began to realize why she found it hard to block the downpour. Along with the rain, there was also a strong wind blowing against us.

I held it place better than she had done but it could not stay there for long. The board would fall down or get blown off as soon as it was released. Mandy seemed to understand the problem too.

“Can you hold this up on your own? I’m gonna get the hammer and nails.” She asked.

I nodded in reply. Strangely, Mandy did not do anything. I then mentally kicked myself when I realized my mistake. I forgot that she was blind.

I vocally answered her, “Yes, I can. Do what you must.”

She took off the moment she heard me. While she was gone, I found myself distracted by wondering how I managed to overlook her blindness.

I guessed that I had become accustomed to her capability to do things normally that her inability to see became like a trait that could be ignored.

“I’m back.” Mandy said as she entered the room with a basket full of metallic items.

She set them down before us and pulled out a hammer. It was shaped differently from Mjolnir and was much smaller. Obviously, this was the kind used for building rather than a weapon.

Mandy also brought out a nail, but she only held the two objects in her hand. Perhaps she was pondering how she would use them.

After a few moments, she tapped me and said, “I think it’s better if you do it. I might end up making things worse.”