To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 47 - In cool blood

Her Russian was flawed, uneven, with her teeth holding on to certain syllables yet it still seemed to do the trick. Despite how butchered and butchering her pronounciation was, her voice held a deep, powerful yearning and hate, forcing these words upon your previously calm skull and soul. 

You felt the prickly, numbing sensation start to pick at your brain, like claws eagerly waiting to unleash and capture it. 

Even after the years in which these words had not graced your ears, something within was still accustomed, sleeping in the dark until it would be awakened. They rung like a gong through a dormant temple, wringing its inhabitant out of rest. 

You clenched your whitening knuckles around the hilt of the dagger and warned, "That shit won't work. Not anymore." However, you could not force that mocking and 'try-me' laugh out of your dried throat. 

"Care to take a gamble?", Hannah grinned with the smile of a devil. No longer did her eyes seem the joyous and curious one she used to arbour. Instead, it overflowed with malice and harm, dripped hate into her irises and flickered darkness. "воин. (warrior.)", she continued.

A drop pattered from the ceiling on your styled hair. You hissed sharply as the numb feeling continued to spread like a poison cluttering crimson veins. Within yourself, you could feel her trying to resurface and cast you to the back of your mind, forced to watch the pain you'd cause others.

"Stop that. Nobody can know these."

 She laughed maniacally, "Well, I do. закат. (sunset.)"

You wheezed and collapsed to your knees, clawing the skin off your arms to stay calm and fight back. Thin trails of red appeared through, like rivers parting the s/c ground. 

 Gasping, strangled breaths laboured your lungs, "Please... I've suffered too much." 

Never would you have thought to beg Hannah, yet here you were. 

"Well so have I, darling.", she peered down at her tattered notebook with smudged ink of ancient words. "самолет. (Airplane.)"

A pained, broken roar left your lips as it crushed your mind even more. You felt it tear and rip, burning the very heart and flesh out of you. 

 "No, no, no.", you grumbled through the scalding pain consuming your very existence, "You are my light, you are my light, aah!" 

She shushed you gently, almost tauntingly, before continung her incatating manner of pronouncing the trigger words. "Don't fight it. осень, листья. (autumn, leaves.)" 

You did not remember it hurting this much. You did not remember it prying with large sharp claws your resolve and person. You did not remember it killing you with pain. 

"рассвет, меч, маяк. (dawn, sword, lighthouse.)"

Beads of warm sweat accumulated with the struggle you posed against her return. Now sinuous drips trickled down and felt damp against the fabric chaffing with your flailing. 

Moist palms were pressed tight against your temples, knees buckling with the roar and tornadoes of inflicted pain, stomach clenching, your whole body spasming, mind throbbing. 

Loki! Loki! I that am lost, who will find me? , you called out desperately before the ink black abysses completely overtook your cracking mind. 

"кровь. (Blood.)"

It repeated like a broken disk as your nerves filled with blinding white pain, sprinting through your cerebral cortex, crazedly crackling forth in flaming whips. Then, came the crack.