Love, and Other Strange Magic.

Screams.

*Wanda's POV*
“Loki! Come back!” Y/N screamed.

Loki had been taken back to Asgard just over a week ago, this has happened every night since.

Nobody in the compound has slept, except those heartless enough to ignore her pained screaming.

Her father being a prime example, whenever anybody brings it up, he just says that she’s going through a phase, or doing it all simply for attention, for people to pity her.

Thor has tried and failed to let her go and visit her lover in Asgard, however, Odin hasn’t been accepting visitors for his youngest son.

It’s for the best, a brief visit wouldn’t satisfy her, she would crave seeing him daily, until the craving consumed her, she wouldn’t be herself without him.

She needed to move on unless he returned indefinitely.

If her situation hasn’t been exhausting enough for her already, her powers have been mutating and developing in ways I’ve never seen before.

She has minimal control over them, or her emotions.

From experience, I know how it feels, how it drains your power source for the first few weeks of a new power.

It’s a personal pain, of which I’m trying my hardest to help her with, but with both energy loss from her power and the sleepless nights riddled with nightmares, she’s been reluctant to cooperate with me and my intentions. She’s allowing herself to be constantly drained, she hasn’t been eating either- grief I suppose.

I can’t help her with her new powers, I know nothing of what she’s dealing with, nobody knows anything about controlling the elements, especially not one as unpredictable and complex as fire.

Her scenario regarding her fire is even more complex than usual, she can manipulate her flames for multiple uses, for party tricks of cold flames, and defence, she nearly set her room on fire the other night, her bed was engulfed in emerald flames.

It frustrates me because all I want to do is help, but I can’t with the lack of knowledge I possess, my nights aren’t just sleepless from her screams, but from these thoughts gnawing at corners of my mind constantly.

Stephen could help, but, I don’t know how, nobody deals with the elements, she might just be in this on her own.

She has a lot of newfound potential. More is yet to come from Y/N. I bet.

But now?

I have to construct this inflammable Ikea furniture for her room.

A/N: sorry it's a short one and hasn't been updated in a while, my writer's block has been lasting forever and I've had exams to complete xx