A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Touch

—-Loki—-

I try to keep calm as my hand reaches the blanket wrapped around Sam's. I'm now touching the fabric and it seems like nothing is happening.

"See, now what are you doing right now?"

"Trying not to panic."

"Hmm ok, maybe that has something to do with why it's not happening right now."

"I thought we didn't want it to happen."

"Well yes, but we need to figure out why it happens so we can avoid it happening unexpectedly."

I know she's right. In order for us to ever do what she proposed I need to somehow learn to control it. I'm not entirely sure if that's possible. Frost Giants are brutes by nature and have a tolerance to the cold to a relatively extreme yet finite point, they probably cause severe frostbite to one another all the time and if it causes loss of limb they're likely outcast as weak.

I suddenly stop this train of thought realizing I'd be thoroughly scolded by Thor and Sam for thinking of my own race in this way, its precisely the kind of prejudiced rhetoric Asgardians spoke about the Jotuns my entire life. This can't be true for all of them.

I'm not a brute... at least I've been trying not to be and it's been possible for me to be civilized for most of my life therefore there must be some Frost Giants who are wholly decent. I panic suddenly hearing a noise. Before I calm realizing it's only Sam's phone ringing I see that ice has quickly enveloped the blanket seperating Sam's hand and forearm from my touch and has almost reached her skin.

Panicking even more I pull my hand away quickly and before even realizing what I'm doing I've made my way to the corner on the other end of the room putting as much distance between myself and Sam as possible. I sit down trying to regain control over my now rapidly paced breathing. One thought screams out over the rest: 'I'm going to hurt her she needs to leave so she's safe.' Sam must choose to ignore the call because the ringing stops but her attention is on me and not a phone call.

"Lo'? Hey it's okay I'm fine it didn't even touch me the blanket did exactly what it was supposed to do."

She steps towards me and I'm terrified of hurting her. 'What if I produce ice like I've seen the Frost Giants do before in battle and I hurt her even if she's not touching me?!' I snarl at her trying to get her to go away from me until I can calm myself down enough so I can focus my magic and return to my Asgardian form.

"Get away from me!"

She looks at me sadly and steps even closer to me. She speaks softly not a hint of fear in her features even with me yelling at her in this monstrous form. She of course knows I'm not angry with her at all though at the moment I wish she didn't so she'd go away and be safe from me.

"Lo'..."

I notice that tears are running down my face freezing halfway down my neck this doesn't help me to intimidate her into getting away from me. I still have to try so I yell again.

"Go away! Don't come any closer!"

She does the exact opposite of that stepping even closer and crouching down on the ground with me.

"Honey it's okay. Just trust me you didn't and won't hurt me you wanna know how I know that?"

I still want her to leave and am extremely afraid something could go wrong at any second but I'm also curious.

"H-how?"

"Now this is just my theory, but nothing happened until the phone rang and you were pretty obviously under a lot of stress even before it happened but you were doing alright keeping yourself calm until the noise startled you and broke your focus. I think the frostbite is a part of your body's fight or flight response to something unexpected or a survival situation."