Falling For A Midgardian / Loki FanFiction

Nightmare.

Chapter 4;

*Phoebe's Point Of View*

I sat still, not wanting to move or disturb the silence thickening between us, but I knew I would have to tell him. There was no getting out of it this time. I sighed heavily and lifted my gaze to meet with his beautiful Green eyes.

I rubbed my hands together nervously, collecting the words I would say in my head.

"Basically in short terms, I knew my mum was going to kill herself, I also knew that she hated me, I knew that my foster parents hated me because I was too 'different'. I knew that my friends at school were using me for my money I had from the job I got. I also knew that my boss was paying me way to little and that he was sexually assaulting the woman I worked with and constantly thought about how he wanted to 'do it' with me but I couldn't do anything about it. Basically, This gift, as idiots take it as, makes me hate myself!"

I felt tears sting at the back of my eyes and it was a struggle to get the last part out. I stayed still, as a single tear escaped and fell down my cheek.

I looked down further not wanting Loki to see me cry but it didn't help because not long after, the pipes burst and a flood of tears just streamed from my eyes. I had bottled up all my emotions and never told anyone except a therapist who didn't believe me. Who would?

I felt Loki reach froward and pull me up so I was in front of him. Once I was stable he hooked a finger under my chin so I was looking directly at him.

"Don't hate yourself. You are the first Midgardian I can be around without wanting to stab repeatedly so that means something."

I laughed quietly and he wrapped his arms around me bringing me close, my head was resting on his chest as the last tears fell from my eyes.

He held me in a tight hug, gently brushing my hair and soothing me till I had calmed down. It was completely unexpected, but maybe there is a soft side to Loki that I hold the key for.

'For a God who could kill me, he is possibly the only person who has ever been kind to me.'

I thought, burrowing my face further into his chest. I breathed in, taking in Loki's smell, as weird and as cringey as that sounds he smells good, I sighed letting out a moan as I looked at my watch.

Loki pulled away reluctantly and pushed a piece of my hair behind my ear stroking the side of my face as he did so. For a moment I thought he was going to kiss me but obviously that was just me being stupid, him being kind to me was probably all an act. He just needed somewhere to stay. I'm being foolish.

"I think it's time you get some sleep." his baritone voice was soft, I wanted to listen to him talk more. The sound of his voice was strangely calming but I had to go to sleep. I had work in the morning and I needed rest.

We both walked to our rooms silently. I was about to enter mine but I stopped and looked up at Loki.

"Good night Loki." I smiled at him and he nodded, returning the words. "Have a pleasant night of sleep, Phoebe." he smiled before walking into his room. I entered my room soon after full of new emotions.

This is not how I imagined Loki at all. He is so kind. I imagined him rude and obnoxious but... I don't know...

I thought as I pulled back my bed covers, slipping into my cold bed. The sheets soon heated up and I pushed my head down into my pillow whilst hugging the spare pillow beside me.

It was something I had done for as long as I can remember. I had to hug something at night, whether a teddy or a pillow or the corner of my duvet, I don't know why, I just did.

     **

"Mum, I'm home!" I yelled walking through the door as I put my school bags down. I walked into the kitchen to grab some food then made my way to my room which was also downstairs. 'She must be out' I thought. *later that evening* I walked back to the kitchen to start making my self some dinner. It was half eight and mum still wasn't home. 'this is strange... even for her.' I thought. Out of curiosity, I wandered upstairs, maybe mum is home but is asleep. I pushed open her bedroom door and it creaked loudly. I winced as the sound echoed through the house. I switched on the light. I screamed! I screamed so much my throat was dry and my face was drowned in tears. In the middle of the room was my mum. She was hanging, swaying ever so slightly, above a chair that had been kicked over. She was tied from the fan on the ceiling, a thick black rope holding her up from her neck. her eyes were wide open but she was gone. Dead. I knew this was going to happen. I'd heard her thinking about ways to get away from me. I just never thought she'd meant it. I just thought she was angry. I didn't think she'd ever go this far...

     **

I woke up screaming. Covering my face as I cried. The room was pitch black and it was early in the morning. Very early in the morning.

I heard my door open and Loki rushed into my room and darted towards me holding me tightly.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asked scanning my body for injuries. I shook my head, " Just a bad dream, I'm fine." I whispered, still in shock. Loki nodded, standing up and started to make his way to the door.

I reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked back confused. "Please stay with me?" I wiped away the tears from my face and looked at him. hoping he would say yes. I just needed someone here with me. He smiled and nodded, climbing into the empty space next to me. I pushed my face into the crook of his neck and he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. We fitted together like a puzzle and it felt so perfect.

I closed my eyes and relaxed into him. "Thank you" I said quietly, almost a whisper. I didn't think he could here my mumble but he did. He lent down and kissed my forehead before speaking "You're welcome."

It wasn't long after, that I felt my myself falling asleep. A smile toyed on my lips.

So I managed to get Loki, God of Asgard, to sleep in my bed with me for the night... I'm good.