Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

8 - A Little Freaking Dash of Reality...

"Nothing goes over my head... My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it." Drax the Destroyer, Guardians of the Galaxy

I am now officially 18... Have been for the past 2 days. I'm still in my Universe and I'm currently sitting on the inside of the room where Loki is. We are looking at each other, not quite sure what to say or how to say whatever comes to our minds. I managed to acquire a journal that I write in whenever I can see. So far the blindness hasn't returned. I'm thankful, in a way, that it hasn't, but it feels so odd to see things in a new perspective.

The journal was open on my lap, my gaze alternating between the blank page to Loki and back. The pen was lodged between my teeth as I thought about what to write. "You've been staring at me and the page alternatively for the past 3 hours." His voice startles me, making the pen drop as my jaw goes slack.

"There's nothing wrong with that is there?" I ask as I pick up the pen.

"This is the first time you've actually entered this room since I was locked up. Why now?" I contemplated an answer but was unable to form words. Instead I shrug and focus on the empty page just calling out to be written on. The strenuous creak of the bed sounded, letting me know that he had stood from his place; the light patter telling me he was coming closer.

I chanced a peek to my left as Loki sits himself down beside me, his taller frame looking quite out of place; his knees pulled against his chest as his arms wrapped securely around them. He reminded me of a big child. I almost giggled but I bit my lip before it was able to escape my mouth and make a fool out of me.

"You became the Goddess of the Swallows." I jumped when he spoke, looking at him.

"Why?"

"Because of your name for one." He looked at me, the corners of his mouth tweaked slightly into a smile. "Also it seemed that the small birds took quite a fancy to you." I looked back at the empty page on my lap. I don't remember anything of that; hell I don't remember anything from this so called goddess life from which I supposedly originate.

"But I hate birds." I scrunch my nose in disgust at the thought of being around the small birds. I wasn't a hater, but I didn't like birds. I knew they are around every place on earth and I love them for eating creepy crawlies, but I could never have one as a pet. Never. I turned and looked at him as he let loose a chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Deep down you do love those birds... That part of you is just buried deep down, hidden from view."

"You sound so prophetical." I tease before finally putting my pen the blank page and writing small notes about the day. "Why can't I remember anything from my first few years?"

"I'm not sure. It might have something to do with repressed memories because of the trauma you would have gone through. That's all I can think of at this point." I nod and continue to write until the page is full of words and small diagrams.

"I always wanted to know what it would be like to have a brother; a real brother. Bruce is as close as it gets so far; although he's old enough to be my dad." I stopped myself when I thought back to the injury I had obtained. My leg was back to normal since then, no pain, discomfort or overall nuisances with it. "Bruce said something about my muscle density being different to everyone else's..."

"That's due to your genetics. Frost Giants are overall a fairly hearty breed, built to withstand harsh, cold climates. Our muscles are thicker in density in order to keep enough bulk on our bodies so we don't freeze. It's like our own heating system." I had no idea what to say but I was sure that if Bruce ever found out, he'd have a field day by researching all this scientific stuff. My face scrunches when I remember Leo and Jemma. FitzSimmons. I snort in the most unladylike way possible before sighing, leaning my head back against the wall.