Kidnapped

Chapter 7

*TW-

Self harm

In this part, there is talk of self harm.

 There are other parts like this in the book, and a few moments when she actually does so.. A fair warning that I was struggling with these things and honestly needed somewhere to be honest to myself that I was struggling. This was all I had, and I was quite new to writing, so I know its not very well written and  I apologize in advance to anyone I may have potentially triggered before putting this trigger warning. Being someone who struggles with those things, I'm still learning along the way how to make things better for everyone. Including adding the right warnings beforehand. If you decide to carry on reading, I hope you enjoy <3 * 

I didn't have any more nightmares for the rest of the night. I didn't even have any more dreams actually. I woke up snuggled into someone. I looked up to see Loki's face. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. I was thinking about last night, and how he comforted me after I had that nightmare. I snuggled back into him and laid there until he started to wake up.
"Nikki, wake up." He said softly.
I looked up at him.
"I am awake." I said.
"Then why are you still laying here?" He said with a smirk.
I shrugged, and he pulled me closer. My stomach growled and broke the silence.
"Someone's hungry." Loki said, and laughed.
"Yeah, a little."
We got out of bed, and I looked in the mirror on the wall of my room.
"Ugh, I look terrible." I said.
Loki came up behind me and put his arms around me.
"No you don't. You look beautiful."
I could feel my cheeks turn red and I looked down.
"What would you like for breakfast , darling?"
Again with the darling. I shrugged, I usually don't eat breakfast. He thought for a minute, then gestured to the bed. There were two muffins. I laughed a little, and Loki took my hand and we walked to the bed. We sat down and ate the muffins. I stared off into space, and just thought. I miss Peter. I know what your thinking, what about your family? No. I don't miss my family. Why do you think I'm at Peter's so much? My family isn't a family anymore. I feel like they hate me.
"Darling, it's not nice to stare." Loki said.
I realized I was looking directly at him. I looked away quickly, and he laughed.
"Is something wrong?" He asked.
I was on the verge of tears.
"Yes! A lot is wrong!" I yelled. "You took me away from my life! You just took me without reason! I might never see home again, not that it's much of a home anyways!" I was bawling now.
He raised his arm and I flinched. He looked confused and he wrapped his arms around me.
"I would never hurt you." He said.
I pulled away from his arms.
"You took me away from my best friend!"
"I was going to just use you as bait for my numbskull brother! But I never knew how amazing, smart, and beautiful you would be!" He yelled.
He took a deep breath and got down to eye level with me. He took my hands and looked down at them. I swear he stopped breathing for a moment when he looked at my wrists. I had marks from where I would scratch myself. I never used a knife, or blade. I didn't have one. I just used my nails, and scratched myself.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" He asked me.
I was about to cry, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"You are beautiful. And yes at first I was planning on using you for bait, then getting rid of you. But Nikki, I never knew I would fall in love with you." He said.
He leaned in closer to me. So close that our foreheads were touching.
"Nikki, I love you." He said.
Before I could even think of what to say, he closed the space between us, our lips touching. We were kissing. It was a quick kiss, but still! I was kissing a man I just met. A man who took me, who kidnapped me. I was kissing Loki, the god of mischief. And I was in love.