Loki Laufeyson - Saviour {2}

Chapter Twenty Four - Creating Better Memories

Steve didn't speak to me about the incident for the rest of the day, but every time I looked over at him, he was already looking at me, his face full of concern and worry, but as soon as he saw me looking at him, he gave me a comforting smile.

Despite the happy mood among the rest of the Avengers for the rest of the night, the panic attack alone was enough to resurface the nightmares when I crawled into bed.

I was standing in the crowded lounge room in the compound, people everywhere. I was standing next to Nat, who was chatting away to someone with a big smile on her face. A waiter passed by us and I reached out to grab a glass of something, drowning it in one gulp. Christmas music was blaring through the sound system, pounding in my ears drums.

"I'm just going to go to the toilet." I yelled at Nat over the music.

I walked into the bathroom and suddenly, someone grabbed me, shoving me against the sink so hard that my spine bent around it, pain flaring through my whole body. I opened my mouth to scream in the hope that someone would hear me, but the man slammed his hand onto my mouth, pressing down hard enough that I couldn't even move to bite his hand. He slammed my head back into the glass mirror of the bathroom and I heard it shatter as I was temporarily disorientated.

His hands fumbled with the zip at the back of my dress and through the stars flickering across my vision, I managed to raise a knee and kick out at him, aiming to hit his stomach and knock the breath out of him. However, my foot just went straight through his body, like he was a ghost or something.

"Nice try, pretty thing." He smirked, his voice grating at my eardrums. "Do you really think you are stronger than me?"

He abandoned the zipper and instead ripped the dress straight off my body, causing a horrible loud sound to fill the air. I flinched away, or at least tried to, but he kept one hand firmly tangled in my hair to keep me pinned against the wall, while the other one began to run down my waist.

Nausea rose inside me and I tried again desperately to kick out at him, but it went straight through again. However, as I tried once more to kick him, he grabbed my leg with ease, pulling himself closer to me. His breath brushed at my neck and this time, I screamed.

"Emily!" A voice yelled back as I kicked and thrashed around. "Jesus. Emily, stay still please!"

I could feel hands grabbing me all over and I quickly opened my eyes, knowing that it would be more dangerous for me to close them. However, as the tears finally escaped from my eyes, I made out the blurry figure of Tony standing next to my bed, Pepper hovering nervously in the doorway. Tony reached out with his hand, probably to brush the damp hair out of my face, but I instinctively flinched away from him.

"It's okay." Tony soothed, pulling his arm back for a moment before reaching forward again and tucking the strand of hair behind my ear. "JARVIS is getting Loki, he'll be here in a moment."

"Do you want a glass of water?" Pepper spoke up from the doorway, biting her bottom lip nervously.

Not trusting my voice not to wobble, I nodded, twisting my sweaty palms nervously as I looked down, almost trying to hide from the sympathy in Tony's eyes. There was a gentle knock on the door a couple of seconds after Pepper had left and I immediately looked up, but relaxed a couple of seconds later when I saw Loki walking in, his eyes immediately landing on my face.

"Hey." I croaked weakly, wincing at the sound of my voice.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, kneeling on the opposite side of my bed to Tony.

"Still a little shaky." I held my hands out to show them still faintly trembling in the dark.

"Do you mind if I calm you down a little?" He held up one of his hands that was already full of his green-twisting magic.