Bittersweet *Currently On Temporary Hold*

Chapter 11: Soft Feathers

Hey y'all! I'm actually talking to you for once! It's a miracle! Anyway, I wanted to tell y'all that the picture above is reference so you know what your combat suit and wings look like. Your wings are supposed to have black tips, but I failed to mention that in the original description and I didn't want to make her redo the picture. I drew the original drawing and she digitalized it. She's a freaking saint, I swear! Anyway, on with the story! Love y'all
-Red
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It was later in the day. Loki was sitting on the sofa in your home, finally able to get a few chapters of The Lord of the Flies in, and you were in the kitchen, baking some cookies because why the hell not?

"(Y/N)?" Loki called over the back of the sofa.

"Yes Loki?" You answer as you mix in a couple ingredients.

"What's in the room at the end of the hall? You didn't show it to me like the rest of the rooms." Loki asked out of pure curiosity. However, he didn't fail to notice how you visibly froze at the question, and the slight tremor in your wings.

"That's a long story Loki." You said almost coldly, trying to avoid answering. Thinking about what was in there made you tremble.

"Then it's a good thing I'm a good listener, with an ear for a long story." Loki responds, marking his place in Lord of the Flies, setting it down, and sitting up, making more space for you on the three-cushioned sofa. He patted a spot next to him and you  slowly walked over, as if debating whether to actually tell him all about you and your past; completely abandoning the cookie dough you had been gripping tightly in your arms.

You sat on the sofa next to him, but a little further than Loki wanted. Your legs were brought up to your chest and your wings were wrapped around them, almost as if you were scared and cornered; which is almost what you felt.

You brushed a little at your left wing when you answered.

"In that room is my past. Everything I've done and seen and everything I've ever hated about myself."

Loki seemed confused at your answer, though a glint of sympathy gleamed in his emerald eyes.

"Would you mind elaborating?" He suggested softly, not seeing past the fact that you were obviously scared and shy about the topic.

You nodded your head as to say that you didn't mind. Whether you actually did or not, you couldn't say. You felt like you trusted Loki enough, but no one else knew, so you were reluctant. Still you continued to tell Loki about the room at the end of the hall

"Do you remember when you were still in the cage
and one day I came in at like, three in the morning because of a nightmare? It was the same day I read To Kill A Mocking Bird to you." You reminded Loki, though he didn't need the reminder. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Yes. Vividly."He answered simply, wanting to know what caused your nightmares so he could end it.

"The nightmare I had was about what is in that room." You start, already trembling, noticing the tears brimming your eyes, "I keep them there to remind me of what I've done, so I never let it happen again. Ive done horrible things Loki, and I never want to go back to that life." You whimper out over the sobs in the back of your throat.

Loki simply stared. He didn't really know what to say, so slowly and hesitantly he wrapped an arm comfortingly around your shoulder, seeing your wings twitch as he barely brushed their bases. He leaned into you and you slowly warmed up to him; leaning back into him.