In Another Life • A Loki/Fixing Marvel FanFic

Chapter 12 : Hershey

"Okay, Loki. No questions, alright?" I instructed, holding his gaze firmly. He nodded, though curiosity was evident in his eyes. With a swift motion, I summoned the sling ring and opened a portal. "Go on. I'll follow you," I urged.

Loki hesitated, casting one last glance at me before stepping into the shimmering gateway. I quickly followed, and with a flick of my wrist, the sling ring vanished, leaving us standing in a new world.

"Hershey Park?" Loki read the sign aloud, his brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yep! You're going to love it. This park is all about chocolate and sweets. Just a fair warning—you might leave here a few pounds heavier!" I laughed, the excitement in my voice contagious.

Loki offered a small smile, intrigued. "Chocolate... like that brown drink you introduced me to at that Midgard café?"

"Sort of. That was hot chocolate, a mix of chocolate and milk. But this place has the real deal," I explained, pulling him towards the park's entrance. "Remember that brown bar I gave you from the candy store?"

He nodded, his eyes lighting up. "Yes, it was incredible. It felt as though I was transported to Valhalla." His tone was almost reverent, making me chuckle. "Or just close to Valhalla." He cleared his throat.

"Well, that's chocolate for you," I replied, leading him through the gates.

Loki looked around, his expression a mix of fascination and mild confusion. "This place is strange. Why do all these food pictures have eyes?"

"Humans are peculiar creatures," I replied with a smirk. "It's kind of creepy, making children's favorite candies into living characters. You'd think it would mess with their minds or something."

Loki laughed, the sound warm and genuine. "So, where do we begin? I'd like to try some of this chocolate."

"Not so fast! I don't want you eating too much and then throwing up all over me," I teased, tugging him through the park. "We're starting with the rides first."

"Rides? Like horses? I don't see any horses," he said, his confusion deepening.

I rolled my eyes playfully and stopped to point towards a towering rollercoaster. "See those metal tracks in the sky? Watch closely." As if on cue, a cart whizzed by, filled with screaming passengers. "That's a rollercoaster. You sit in a seat, and it follows the track."

He watched the cart with narrowed eyes. "But why are they screaming? Does it hurt?"

"No, they're either scared out of their minds or too excited to hold it in. Trust me, you'll love it." I grinned, pulling him further along.

We approached a massive rollercoaster with the name "Candymonium" plastered across the entrance. The screams of riders echoed around us, and Loki hesitated, rubbing his thumb in small circles on his hand—a nervous habit I'd come to recognize.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low.

"Oh, come on! I promise you'll love it. The first ride is always the scariest, but once you're off, you'll be begging to go again."

"Darling, a god does not beg," he responded with a haughty tilt of his head.
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After our first ride on Candymonium, Loki was hooked. "We have to go again. Please, Mer, just one more time!" His earlier bravado had melted away, replaced with the wide-eyed excitement of a child.

"We've already ridden it five times! There are other rides here, you know—ones with even more twists and turns," I teased.

His face lit up at the thought. "Oh, please, Mer. I've never experienced such thrill in my life."