Loki was wasted.
So, you can imagine how hard it was for me to grasp his attention and get him out of there. People were starting to stare, and I knew I only had a matter of minutes before the cops showed up. Or worse, the Avengers. I squirmed at the thought.
My heart rate, I'm sure, was through the roof. So running across the dance floor, gripping him as hard as I could, and telling him what the hell was going on took literally all of my breath away. I was definitely close to a heart attack.
Loki barely understood, but I grabbed him and escorted him out of there. We made a beeline for the woods.
Anxiously looking around at all of the prying eyes, I wished for a vehicle. "Travel on foot, you said," I huffed. "It will be much less conspicuous. God, does this look inconspicuous to you?"
Loki was doing well to walk. He dragged his feet, and leaned heavily on me as I tried my hardest to make for the wood. He was too heavy, and I knew I couldn't support him much further.
A panic attack started to rattle through my chest. Almost to the haven of the forest, I threw Loki from me. He stumbled about, but thankfully never fell down. I wasn't sure he would be able to get back up.
I hardly noticed whenever hot tears started falling from my eyes, or whenever they clouded my vision. And then I couldn't see at all. I fought hard to remain breathing, my chest heaving. Perhaps I was in the middle of an asthma attack.
All I could think about was the image of my face, on CNN. So I'd been kidnapped; that was news to me. And then everything else meshed together at once. I started to lose my mind at the reality of my situation. I saw my father's stricken face as I drove away from him, and I took a step backwards. I saw Jake, and the fiery tears burned a track down my cheeks. I couldn't believe I was on the run, in Maine, with a killer–
Someone screamed.
It was me.
And then a power surge struck my body, and I felt myself contort. I was so tired of not being able to control myself. I was so tired of blacking out, then waking up later not knowing where I was or what I'd done.
Screams ripped from my lungs, and I couldn't make them stop. Another thing I couldn't control.
I was cold, but not really. I could feel my arms reaching out, but I didn't know why. My body had a mind of its own. My head was killing me, pounding in my eardrums so that the only sound I could hear was my own terrifying heartbeat.
I screamed once more, and then was very still.
I could feel again. My arms were reached out, holding onto something very sturdy. A tree, maybe.
I blinked a couple times, and found two green pools.
So Loki was sober enough to stand. Sober enough to at least partly know what was going on. I was standing rigid, my arms locked tightly with his. He had a certain urgency about him, and I was crying.
"Very well," he spoke, breathless. "That was much shorter than the others I've witnessed."
His eyes flicked up above my head, and I knew he was looking at my hair. Watching a single piece slowly turn dove white.
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Til Forever Falls Apart ∞︎︎ Loki
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