To Love A God

Saving Rika

“Loki sent me to get you,” the blonde man as he drug Rika from her room. She wasn’t resisting per say, but she wasn’t so keen on being taken but a strange men in armor. Lesson learned, she thought.

“What do you mean Loki sent you,” Rika asked breathlessly as she struggled behind him, “Why would he want me?”

“I have to keep you safe until he’s done,” he said, focusing on the twists and turns of Loki’s hide-out.

The walls were plan, flat, graphite colored metal with arches for ceiling support. It was all angular, straight lines. But it had a dozen off shoots that continued on, and the one they traveled in seemed to never end! Were they going in circles?

“Wait, what?” Rika questioned puzzled, “Why would Loki care if I were safe? I’ve been here for over a month now, it’s a little late for that.”

“You don’t know do you?” he said in realization as he stopped and turned to her, his eyes searching hers. She could get a better look at him now. He had shoulder length, straight blonde hair and day old stubble. And his eyes, they were a piercing blue eyes that looked at her as if he couldn’t believe she didn’t see something that was painfully obvious. He wore a floor length red cape with deep blue and silver armor and he towered a good foot over Rika.

“Know what?” Rika asked softly confusion clearly written across her face, she didn’t understand.

“Loki,” the man said with a look of intensity, “He loves you, Rika. He sent me here to get you so I could protect you while he undoes what he has started. He knew, if left alone, you would not be safe, people will be after you to use you as motivation, to make him finish what he has started. He asked me to protect you while he fixes everything.”

Rika opened her mouth to reply, to tell this bulky man he was wrong, Loki couldn’t love to save his life, he was selfish, rude, bossy, pushy, a liar, a murderer, anything she could think of that fit him for the crimes he had committed, but her words were cut off by sounds of explosions and shouts. The hall they were in shook, making Rika almost fall if it hadn’t been for the man beside her catching her. 

“We must hurry,” he had to shout to be heard over the gun fire and screams, “They cannot find you.”

“Who are you!” Rika demanded as he pulled back a hammer he had been holding.

When he pulled back and throw the hammer, Rika knew already. He was Thor, adoptive brother and idle of Loki. 

When the hammer flew from his hands and made contact with the metal wall, the metal gave way like aluminum foil being poked with a toothpick, ripping open a hole through to the outside world. 

The outside world happened to be on the side of a cliff hundreds of feet above the ground. Rika’s heart constricted, she had a problem with heights.

Thor pulled her with him to the edge and wrapped his arm around her waist and looked her, “Hold on,” he shouted, held out his hand, took hold of the hammer that came back to him, and shot off onto the sky, Rika screaming with all she had.

That’s how she came to be here, in this small room on a flying air ship miles above the surface of the Earth, waiting, holding onto her patience by a thread. They told her they had Loki in custody, someplace secure, where he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone, but she so desperately needed to see him. She didn’t know why the urge to see him gripped at her heart like an iron vice, but she only knew that if she saw him . . . What? Everything would be okay? 

She chastised herself, seeing Loki was the last thing she needed right now. She needed to get out of this room, find whoever was in charge and demand to be released so she get her sister.