BlindSight: A Thor (Loki) Fanfiction

Chapter 3: The Journey Home

Loki P.O.V.

The girl was silent for a while as she helped me walk to her house. She was very careful with her steps as well as her grip on me. It seemed like she knew just how to assist an injured person. Despite her small figure, she managed to keep me on my feet without fail.

While we were walking, I glanced at her several times before realizing that she would not even notice if I stared at her. Her hair was dark like mine and was quite long, reaching her lower back. It was nice to see someone who was not blonde like every other person on Asgard. It made me feel as if I was not so different. She was pale too and rather thin. She could have been mistaken as my relative. I began to wonder if she was part Jotun or something.

“You know, I never got your name.” She suddenly said, breaking the silence. I took a moment to answer, as I was unsure whether to give out my real name or not. “Don’t you have one?” The blind girl asked after waiting for a response. “I do. My name is Loki. My family name does not matter.” She smiled as she repeated my name. “Loki.  That’s nice. It’s unique, but nice.”

“And what about you?” I asked, grabbing the opportunity to know who this strange girl was. “You can call me Mandy, and like you my last name is not important.” I was amused at the last thing she said but I had to keep the conversation going. “I’ve never heard that name before.” She giggled at my statement before saying, “Is that so? It’s quite common around here. Are you a foreigner?” I awkwardly replied, “Something like that.”

Mandy P.O.V.

I sensed that Loki was uncomfortable talking about where he came from, so I decided to change the topic. “I hope you can still hang on just a little longer. It won’t be long before we get home. ” I did not hear a response. He probably wanted to stop talking so I left him to his silence. He kept his pace so I knew he was alright.

To think I thought this day was going to be another ordinary one. Who knew I would meet an injured stranger and drag him home with me? I did consider the possibility that he was dangerous yet for some reason, I did not believe he was. I will admit he had a bit of a bad mouth, but I inferred that he was just cranky from the pain.

Loki did not seem to like he was from here or anywhere nearby. He had an accent, like a British man but he was not familiar with such simple things like putting ice on a bruise. I could feel his clothes were made of a thick cloth like leather with some metal ornaments. I doubt he was lying about being a foreigner.

I continued to walk with him, supporting his weight with my body and taking small steps forward. I could hear his shallow breathing and I knew right away that he was tired. “Loki? Do you want to take a break?” I asked him. After a few more audible breaths, he replied, “No. I can see a small building. That’s your house, correct?”

I knew that it was the one since the path lead directly to my home and I did not have any nearby neighbors. “Yes. Will you be able to make it?” I somehow guessed he would suck up his exhaustion and pride and say, “Of course. We’re steps away.”

I could feel the ground change from dirt path to a cemented walkway. I knew just how far the front door was from us. “Can you get up the stairs, Loki?” I asked him, before leading him up the four steps to the door. He did not bother answering me and instead just walked up with me in tow. I heard him trying to twist the doorknob. “Just let me get the key and we’ll get you inside.” I removed my hand from his side and reached into my pocket. I unlocked the door as fast as I could since I could tell that Loki was getting impatient. As soon as it was open, I got back to my position and brought him inside.

It was a successful journey back, but I knew there were more things to face. After all, a cranky foreigner and a blind girl under one roof would be one heck of an adventure on its own.