Deal With The Devil

No. 6

Peeling her eyes open to a loud thud followed by screams of pain Rory reluctantly hauled herself up from the sofa wobbling on the balls of her feet. Her first instinct, as the room was pitch black, was to create a small ball of sparkling purple energy that lit up the room. She focused her hearing and concluded there was only one other heartbeat besides hers in the whole building.

Stalking towards the door shielding Loki from the living room she wielded another ball of energy and flew it towards the door from 3 meters away, in fear that if he were to wake when the door opened that he would attack. Letting her magic unlock the grand painted blue wood door she let the ball of energy disperse back into her.

She narrowed her eyes as she saw him lay down on top of the bed sheets squirming around rustling in his green cloak with his gold metal plated armour still on. Gradually stepping into the room and towards where the sleeping God lay, she took in a deep breath.

"Loki... Loki... Can you hear me?" she whispered.

When she had no reply, she decided to speak up...

"Loki... LOKI!" she screamed.

Nothing would wake him; she was becoming clueless and had no idea how to wake him from this nightmare he seemed to be having. She moved closer to the bed and perched herself on the edge right by his torso. Then leaning forward, she grabbed his arm tightly and shook him.

Loki shot up from the bed suddenly and flung his arm around the object holding him, embracing it tight to his chest, swallowing it whole, keeping a tight hold on the object that awoke him from reliving the traumatic events before his attempt to take over Midgard. When he felt a very slight warmth radiating from the object, he peered down to see a mass of raven hair scrunched into his chest. He scrunched his eyebrows and listened closer, hearing the now erratic breathing of another being. He immediately withdrew himself from the being and held them at arm's length, keeping a tight hold onto their arms.

He should've known that hair anywhere...  

Staring at him, whom he had just hugged tighter than anybody he ever had, was none other than Rory. She was wide-eyed and had a frantic look of panic written over her face. He summed up that she must not know what it feels like to hug another, Loki rarely hugged anybody, hadn't in the past 5 months, his mother had hugged him in secret before he was locked up in the dungeons on Asgard. However foreign the feeling was for Loki though; he knew it must be baffling Rory. The God had a sense of warmth that he pulled from the hug and when he pulled back to see the culprit, he lost that feeling. He was aware what that was, happiness, a sheer form of joy and shock.

Rory had no idea how she went from checking on the God to being pulled into a hug by him and breathing in against his chest, she was very confused and didn't understand the feeling in her tummy.

Her breath was heavy and face pale, Loki could see the confusion of everything on her face. She was normally amazing at hiding her true feelings especially with that famous smirk she wore most of the time, this time Loki could see everything she was thinking and feeling. Even he was shocked and confused, however he could pinpoint emotions and it seemed she had none. Her heart was all dark, she wasn't sure if she would ever get back her innocence and naivety.

Her black thick eyebrows slightly raised, her rainbow eyes widened, the light from her magic she was still letting hover in the air behind her was shining into her back, she was lit up, her features sparkling in front of the God. Her full pink lips parted through her heavy breaths. Loki searched every piece of her face, he had never seen something so magical, she was unattainable, he knew that she would never feel the way a human would, he wouldn't either, however she truly was never going to be able to understand those basic emotions that course through your veins. Instead, she had dark magic inside of her, poisoning her from the inside out. He never would understand her either but seeing her outburst earlier that day he only felt remorse and sympathy, she wasn't happy, the magic was in control, she wasn't. That truly broke his heart.