Distorted Beauty {Pure Illusion Series: Book 4}

Chapter 11

A/N: I have a new and sudden urge to finish this book! Which is super exciting to me because I've been looking to finish this book for a while, I've just struggled with the drive to do so.

The only other news I bring is that I have published the first chapter of my Supernatural fan fic! It's titled "Fallen". PLEASE just read it, even if you don't like it. The ideas are spinning and I want to tell a new story but I don't know if people are listening... I'm very excited about the prospects for this trilogy - they will be the center of my attention after Loki and Sigyn's story has come to a close.

Speaking of which, the end is coming soon, and I'm excited to see what happens to them! It could be good or bad, but you know me ;)

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Sitting in his room, he knew he should be happy that Sigyn remembered part of their life, but in his gut he wondered if it was enough. It was one thing to remind someone of what they had forgotten, but to remind someone of the love and passion they felt for another was an entirely different matter. It isn't a simple thing to hold back your emotions from someone you love.

It was obvious that he wasn't welcome here anymore, the cold shoulder's given after they had all left the room to give Jake and Sigyn a moment alone had shown him that. Instead of waiting for his brother to comfort him or Lady Jane attempt to make a kind remark he retreated to his room in search of solace. He sat on the edge of his bed, mind spinning with the events of the past 24 hours. She had nearly died, he had healed her. She had healed him and released him from his physical prison, but his heart was still trapped in each gaze she gave him.

He didn't deserve love, he deserved death. He should have died when he fell from the rainbow bridge so long ago. He should have died at Thanos' hand so many times - in fact part of him had died on that forbidden moon. He should have died when he went before Odin, but instead he was sentenced to prison, where he met her.

That had been the day he died.

A knock at the door interrupted his greatly unwanted thoughts; sometimes it terrified him to be alone with himself.  The god hardly cared anymore who saw him like this. He wasn't the fearsome god that had put terror into the hearts of the Avengers a few months ago. He was numb and without feeling. Simply waving his hand in the direction of the door from his bed, the door made a whooshing sound as it opened to reveal the man with the metal arm the doorway.

"The force is strong with this one." Another voice replied to the soldier's left. "Don't give me that look Barnes, not my fault you were a homicidal maniac and missed the greatest movie franchise ever to exist."

"Go away Stark."

The god didn't look up as he heard the Man of Iron saunter away muttering under his breath. He heard the metal-armed soldier walk in and come to sit next to him on the bed. The men didn't say anything for a long time, not that Loki wanted to. The soldier didn't need to be there, he didn't need to try and comfort him. Loki's eyes stared at the nauseating carpet below him though he could feel the eyes of the soldier fall upon him at last.