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Take my hand

Y/n POV
"Take my hand" Loki commands, reaching out to me.

I shake my head vigorously, taking a step back. I try to steady my breathing.

"I said take my hand!" He shouts.

I give in and take his hand. He pulls me next to him just as the floor beneath where I was standing crumbles away. I stare up at him, confused.

"I'll explain later," he states, running his fingers through his hair nervously. "Look, I know this might sound crazy, but I need you to trust me."

I almost scoff but then catch his eye, seeing the seriousness. "Ok."

"Good, we don't have much time."

Loki starts running, and I catch up with him. All around us, beams are falling. As I go to dodge one of the beams, my leg gets caught underneath one, causing me to fall to the ground, pain shooting across my leg. I cry out.

Loki turns back and comes to help me. He lifts off the beam and smirks at me cockily. I roll my eyes and take the hand he's offering me. He pulls me up next to him and holds my hand for a moment. I quickly shove him off and jump to avoid a beam falling down.

"Ok, let's go," Loki says, breaking into a run once again.

We dodge the beams, occasionally getting cut from the flying debris but ignore the stings. We're just focusing on surviving.

We keep running until Loki comes to a halt.

In front of us, there's a large gap. We stand there, pondering what to do. I try to use my powers to help but for some reason they're not working. We're running out of time as an unseen force is coming nearer and nearer.

I try to think rationally. But panic is engulfing my body, making it impossible to think at all, let alone rationally.

I turn around slowly to face Loki. "Loki do you have any-" I stop mid-sentence as I see his sinister grin cross his face.

"Oh love, you really think you could trust me?" He asks with mock pity. He grabs my hand and pulls me closer to him, his lips brushing against my ear. "Never trust the Trickster." He whispers and pushes me off the edge.

I fall off the edge, desperately clawing in the air, looking for anything to grab onto. I scream out as I plummet to my certain death.

I sit bolt upright, panting heavily. I frantically pat around my bed, securing my spot and confirming that I'm not dead. I feel my damp sheets and realise that I broke out into a sweat.

"It was just a dream... it was just a dream..." I pant to myself over and over again.

Authors Note:
Sorry for another short chapter, I just thought that it would fit. Hope you're enjoying the book so far. 😊