Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 27 - Y/n

This...this is unbelievable...how could this happen? No-

I fell on the ground after hovering half-an-inch above it, and before I could finish my thought.

The dust stuck to my face and drenched clothes due to the sweat. I got up and sat down, staring at my hands, the smoke kept emitting from them. My fingers trembled, I couldn't comprehend the glowing wisps. A pure white beam came out glowing from the center of my palms and I had to push my palms away from me, like what Iron Man does when he blasts from his palms. A similar and much more destructive beam left my palms. I was charged with something that was magic and it definitely wasn't Loki's.

I had aimed my palms at something other than my face, but that place turned out to be a huge mountain and a big chunk of it came loose because of me. And guess what? I was just the right amount of lucky to be in its collision path.

The boulder came hurtling down towards me. I covered my head with my forearms, and folded into myself, crouching into the brace position. One second passed. Two more, then seven more. The giant piece of mountain should've hit me by now. Slowly, I take a peek from between my elbow.

"Bloody....hell..." I unfolded from my position, mouth agape, eyes fixed at the now floating boulder.

I did that.

Not believing myself, I pointed at it with my finger and tried to move it. Much to my awe, it followed the path traced by my fingers. To further test my strengths, I tried flicking it away and I swear it fell so far that I couldn't see it falling.

If I can accomplish so much, what if? Could I really do it?

Skeptically, I reached for my throat. Placing my middle and index finger on the point where there is gap between the collar bones, I imagined my skin to be permeable, to be so fluid that I could pass my fingers through it. I focused a huge deal and whoa!

My fingers went inside!

Slowly and steadily, I felt my way around my windpipe, searching for that locking mechanism. I finally found it, it felt much bigger than it looked. Pushing in my thumb along with the other fingers, I took in a deep breath and firmly held the device. I begin pulling it out carefully, squishy noises were coming but I couldn't afford to lose my focus. I kept pulling until finally it was out of me!

I crushed the device, putting a full-stop to Shuaya's reign over me. He no longer could control me, physically at least.

Now that I had explored my new found powers, I began questioning. What is happening to me? All the crazy things in the world, and all of them happen to me. Usually I could guess what is happening but this time my mind was empty no matter how much I racked it. Empty or fuddled? Which is it? I am too messed up as of now, I am supposed to be not okay, yet somehow I am being pushed into situations where I have to be more than just okay. And that isn't fair. Period.

I am not a machine or God that I can go on and on and on. I'm human for Pete's sake! I just want to go home. Once I'll get to crawl under my blankets in my home, all of this will be water under the bridge. I'm willing to forget and let go of everything that has transpired in the past few months. I just can't take any of this anymore.

My head was buried in my hands, when an ear-splitting scream echoed in my mind. I rolled to my sides, holding my head, whimpering and wriggling on the floor. I relaxed onto my back as I looked at the sky and got a vision of sorts. God I'm sick of getting pointless visions.

I saw Loki, screaming his throat raw, repeating my name over and over. To him, I'm as good as dead. He is screaming at Heimdall, blaming him for my death, grieving for me. He is absolutely out of control, inconsolable and...and the visual faded.

Oh Loki, why did you have to care about me? I'm a mortal, remember? It'll do you best if you think I'm dead. You don't need to get more attached to me than you already have. Although, I do wonder why. Why the attachment? Sure Loki took care of me, but wasn't all of that just obligatory? Maybe he felt guilty? Surely he couldn't feel anything for me, or could he?

I just lied there on the barren land, reeling in my thoughts. I'm dead to everyone. Only I know I'm alive. This was the first time in months when my life had slowed down. I could process everything at my own pace, finally.

The sky darkened above me indicating the rain that is due. Cool breeze played with my hair and I stared at the sky as the drops reached me, washing me over. It picked up the pace and was now falling down pretty hard.

Wait. I jerked up. If it rains, then Shuaya would know I'm alive. Shit shit shit. That can't happen. Although, he would probably peg it down as a last rain or something. I should calm down. I'll deal with it when it comes to that. I'm gonna chill for now.

Washing myself thoroughly in the rain and dried myself up using my new found magic. I sat on a stone inside a cave, and lighted up a Swedish fire for myself. Feeling better and calmer, I decided to take a nap. But oh foolish me, I couldn't sleep because the need to stay up was still there. I was too scared to sleep still. I know, logically, that Shuaya can't reach me, yet the fear lingered.

I kept bobbing between reality and illusions, consciousness and unconsciousness. Just as I was about to cross over to the other side, I felt a warm hand on my head and a voice as sweet as love.

"I was beginning to wonder when you'd show up, child."