Trust my rage (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 11 - Blood red surface

And about my powers? Well.. That's classified. But i'll let you know one thing." He began laughing. You were even more confused.

...

"I can read minds."

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Suddenly, all your previous embarrassing thoughts came rushing back to your head. He knew. The butterflies, the holding hands, the anger...

He knew. He was listening to everything inside my head. When he stared in the elevator, you felt your brain tingle. It was him, he was reading your mind. He was looking into your past, which drove him to ask that question. He knew more about you than you knew about yourself. The terror..

But ignoring all that, you remembered having thoughts where you got butterflies by just touching his hands. The embarrassment crawled through your veins and spread to your body like a wildfire. You were practically frozen, turning into a completely different shade of red, a shade you didn't even know was possible to be.

Usually, in these type of situations you were prepared. You weren't exactly the fight or flight type of person, whenever you were in any of these situations your mind would instantly resort to fight.

But you couldn't fight. So there was only one other option. Flight.

You opened that door so fast and zoomed into the space inside your room. No care, no hesitation. You closed the door fast, hearing the slam as the door closed. The last thing you saw was him laughing, of course before you slammed the door at him. You put your back against the door, putting pressure in case he tried opening it. You gasped for air, the embarrassment was horrid. Your arms was on each door trim as you used your entire body to keep the door closed. You closed your eyes, still gasping.

"Good night." You heard from the other side of the door. Your eyes flew open. He was laughing as he said it, you were 10x more embarrassed than you were 2 minutes ago. How could you be so stupid? Your living in a tower full of freaks with these crazy abilities, of course the sorcerer could read minds.

Out of pure embarrassment you walked to your bedroom and flopped onto your bed face first. You let out a humiliating groan, then rolled over facing the ceiling.

"What time is it?" You asked tiredly, hoping that 'Friday' would work.

"10:29" The robot system replied.

You groaned again, then sat up. You made your way to the glamorous closet where you planned to spend most your hours in. As you walked in, your eyes were stunned yet again. You had a strange obsession with the closet, but it's reasonable.

You went over to a section of the large closet, you opened it, expecting disappointment. Of course, you received disappointment. You took a pair of pyjamas and wore it.

It was a simple grey jumper with bike shorts. Simple, comfortable and literally the only good option.