Give me Love

17. Healing: Part 2

After Loki dealt with two more irate guards – of course 'dealt' really meant 'telekinetically threw them against the wall' – he decided that the trip couldn't wait until the morning; and the next thing you knew you were on your way to a small airstrip.

When you were led to the car, something in your mind snapped and your stomach churned uncontrollably. You didn't want to go... You couldn't... When he had said he would take you away, you thought he was just trying to... to... You didn't even know! But it was all too real now... He was taking you away from the place you unwillingly called 'home', and taking you to – where? You didn't even know that!

Taking a deep breath, you looked to the darkness through the tinted window of the car as it swerved around large pieces of fallen buildings. The city was completely desolate and silent. Shops had been destroyed and raided before they were abandoned, homes and apartments forgotten, and belongings left behind. Being in the tower and looking down on it all was one thing... but actually being on the streets, seeing the dark patches of blood that sucked in all light that touched it, and the crumpled remains of bodies... it made you sick... The car quickly passed through a tall tower, made of what looked like scraps of metal. You looked over your shoulder. As soon as the car was clear of the makeshift building, a bright blue wall of energy rose from the ground, and once it reached the top of the building it disappeared into the darkness of the city. Was that a force field? You'd seen enough sci-fi shows to know one when you see one... but is that really what you had seen?

You pushed the thought from your mind. What did it matter anyway...? Force-field or not, you weren't behind the walls of Stark Tower any more... Hesitantly you looked towards Loki before quickly retracting your gaze. Being in the close confines of a car with Loki made breathing nigh-on impossible... In through the nose, out through the mouth... In through the nose, out through the mouth... Just stay calm. Don't scream. Don't cry. Just sit, and breathe... Don't forget to breathe...

"Dove..." Loki called, causing you to jump slightly. You forced yourself to look over to him. "We're here..." he said, eyeing you for a moment before leaving the back seat of the car. You took a moment to calm your racing heart and followed. You thought you were ready... You thought you were okay... but you weren't. You were sure that if you stayed around him, you would crumble...

How had you been so strong before? Why could you speak your mind then, but too terrified to even utter a word now?! You harshly bit down on your tongue to stop yourself from screaming and slid out of the car.

Loki took your arm and guided you up a small set of stairs to a large private jet. You swore your jaw hit the floor when you entered the plane... It was far beyond any other aeroplane than you had been on before. Soft golden light filled the cabin. Hints of dark brown wood contrasted the pale creams and deep gold. There were seats for around ten people, four around a shining, wooden dining table, another few were nearer the back with a bar opposite them; and then there was the plush golden couch that Loki took a seat on. It was more than large enough for one person to lie on comfortably, but he didn't lie down... He was sitting with one knee over the other, and gesturing for you to join him.

"Come on..." Loki said dully. You tensed slightly and took jagged steps towards him. When you reached the couch, you rigidly took your seat, trying to sit as far away as you could without him noticing... but Loki's arm soon draped around you and pulled you towards his chest. You stopped your need to whimper by biting down hard on your lips. "It's a long flight my dear..." he pulled you tighter to his chest and forced your head to recline on his shoulder, "You may as well get comfortable." You looked over the top of the dining table and out the window. Slowly the jet began to move,

"Where are we going?" you murmured. Loki chuckled softly,

"Malibu, my dear... To a wonderfully secluded beach house..." The force from the raised speed of the plane pushed you harder into Loki's chest. To your surprise, he didn't seem to mind; but you did... The clean, fresh scent of his skin was both delightful and nauseating, and the touch of his hand sent electricity through your body while also bringing back memories of your time in the cells... How could one person manage to do so many things to you all at once?! You hated the conflicting thoughts, you hated the emotions at war within your heart, you hated that you still felt something other than hatred for Loki!