Serenity | Loki Fanfiction

Hypocrites.

"Now, I want you to bring her back every monday and wednesday for the next month." 

"And the pills?" 

"One every night before bed."

She stood and watched her father walk over to her with a scowl, like always. The teenager ignored her psychiatrist's goodbyes and followed him outside. The sun blinded the girl temporarily. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw her mother pull up in the parking lot. Without saying anything in parting, she got into her car. Her mother stepped out and talked with her father. They were both aggrivated. She rolled up the window so that she wouldn't have to hear their bickering. When her mother finally got back into the car, she passed her a small smile. 

"Hey, sweetheart." She gently pinched her cheek and then ran a hand over her daughter's head. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine." The girl sighed, trying to ignore the fact that her 'imaginary' friend was in the backseat and watching them with interest. "I'm just pretty damn tired of going to a psychiatrist."

"Watch your language, Sabrina." Her mother scolded. "And you know we just do it because you can't go talking to someone who's not there every day of your life."

"I'm seventeen," Sabrina grumbled. "And he's always there." 

"Hopefully these pills will stop it." Her mother glanced at the bottle sitting in the cup holder.

"The last one's didn't, so why should these be any different?"

"Stop with your attitude." Her mother scolded once more.

The rest of the ride was painfully silent. Sabrina looked out the window and watched as the world passed by her. She knew what the weekend had in store for her, mainly because it was the same thing every time. Her mother would use her for some ridiculous photoshoot with her brand new dress design and then take her out for dinner. The weekened would end with a fight and then she'd go back to being with her father for the next week. It was like a cycle of hell. 

She was glad to finally arrive at her mother's house. She hurried up to her room in hopes of being alone for a few hours. With a smile, she crossed the room and sat on the bench of her piano. At a very young age, she was taught how to play and she never let the talent slip through her grasp. Along with her singing. Her mother always joked that she could be a famous pianist. Happy to play for the man now sitting on her bed, she began to do so. 

"What is the honor they give me?" She sang, her fingertips effortlessly gliding across the keys. "Denied a seat in Odin's hall, forbidden fruits from Idun's tree, and cast outside of Asgard's walls."

"But when that storm god you all praise walks the earth and shatters trees," Her voice was fluid. "You huddle close beside my gift and whisper prayers beside the spit. As the woodsmoke turns and twists, you owe your lives to sly Loki."

"That is an old bard's tune." The man behind her chuckled, allowing her to ease off of the keys. 

"Really?" She tilted her head and then looked back to her music sheet. "This was really the first song I ever learned to sing. My dad loves it."

"Sabrina!" Her mother called from downstairs, causing the girl to jump. "I want you to put some makeup on!"

"I'm guessing another photoshoot?" Sabrina yelled back.

"Yes, now hurry up!"

Sabrina let out a scoff and walked toward her bathroom, ignoring the velvet chuckle of the man. It didn't take her long to cover her eyelid in smoke and her lips in a pale color that drew out her eyes. She let out a yawn as she walked from the bathroom and down the stairs. She found her mother in the living room, clutching a gown.

"Little jumpy today, mom?" She glanced out the window at a woman with a camera. 

"Well, I have to get pictures of my design to them by eight tomorrow evening." Her mother snapped. "Strip down and get into the gown."

"Yes, ma'am." Sabrina muttered when her mother left the room. 

With ease, she slipped into the gown. She was surprised at how much it made her look like she was from some sort of fairytale. It was tight until the waist, then flared out and pooled around her feet. She stepped outside, not bothering to put any shoes on. Like always, she introduced herself to the photographer and they began to take pictures. It took a few hours but eventually, the woman drove off. 

"You can keep that dress, by the way." Her mother shrugged. "If they like it, they'll just make more of them."

"Oh, thanks." Sabrina said akwardly and watched her mother go into the house. "What in the hell am I gonna do with this dress?"

"I wouldn't be to sure of anything, really." The man raised an eyebrow, making his prescence known. 

She walked into the woods behind her mother's house silently, keeping the perfect stride beside the man. She gave him a glance. He was fair and gaunt, but she nearly kept up with his tall stature. She was almost six foot herself, but not quite. She envied his raven hair and intense eyes that could stare anyone into submission. The sunlight trickling through the leaves made him stand out even more than before.

In the beginning, she didn't tell her parents about seeing him. When caught talking, she simply said she was talking to herself. However, when she turned fifteen, she made the mistake of pretending to sing to him. That was when they took her in to see a psychiatrist. She told the man nothing that he wanted to hear, and still never did. She just like pushing the man into aggrivation. In fact, she swore he had the hots for her mother, which caused her to be even more annoying. She never took the pills she was given, anyways.

She found the outlook on her life as pathetic and overly tedious. She grew up with her mother and father, at the age of eight, they split after the cops were called for domestic violence. She was stuck with her mother for a few years and then her father took her to court. He somehow won rights to take his daughter back and did so with no hesitation. That's when the deal started. Every week she lived with her father, going to school and such. Then during the weekeneds, she went and stayed with her mother. She really had no preferance who she would like to perminantly stay with, if given a choice, because she didn't really like them both.

"I think your mother is calling for you." The man's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, Lord," She turned on her heels and grabbed the edge of her dress so she was able to run without tripping and hurting herself. "Thank you, Loki."

From a young age, she had always loved to run. It didn't matter where she was, because if she could find an opportunity, she would run. The balls of her feet squished lightly into the earth beneath her and the wind whipped her hair. When she approached the house, she saw her mother with her arms crossed. 

"I've been calling you for twenty minutes!" She exclaimed.

"Sorry." Sabrina managed a smile. "I was simply lost in the vast and wonderous forest behind the house."

"You're strange." Her mother sighed.

"I know." Sabrina may have kept the smile on her face, but the accusation came as a harsh slap. 

"Well," Her mother brushed her dark hair behind her ear. "I am going out of town for the weekened. Will you be okay on your own?"

"Yeah, of course." The teenager nodded.

"And while I'm gone," Her mother picked up her bags and walked toward the car. "Don't talk to your friend." 

Sabrina waited until she got into her car and pulled out of the driveway to mutter something she'd never say to her mother's face.

"You bitch."