His Mortal(Loki x reader)

Chapter 13

I feel like I'm floating. I've felt like that for what seems like forever now. Just a calm, soothing, floating trance. Nothing hurt or felt good. I didn't feel anything at all except calm. It all felt worse and heavy as it all started to come back to be in rapid whispers of my memories. I woke up with a soft gasp. My eyes staring wide at the ceiling and my heart beating fast in my chest. Taking a moment to realize everything was fine I close my eyes releasing a calming breath. I open them again and look around the room. I have never seen anything close to this type of extravagance and oddly unidentifiable advanced… technology? I don't know what to even call some of these machines. They worked without wires or fuel. It's like it was magic. I however was wired to some odd machines and tubes that they themselves seem to not be attached to anything else. I was alone. There were needles attached to tubes stuck into my arms and another tube into my nose. Everything else looked like weird… force field type walls and 3d pictures that I could push my hand up against it and it would just go right through it. I wasn't looking to touch anything I didn't know anything about. I saw and felt bandages wrapped around my neck and entire mid section and my legs. One of my legs felt odd and off. I sat myself up only wincing and gasping in pain. I lowered myself back down and just slowly inched myself into the sitting position. I sighed in relief and leaned back already tired from using what little energy I had to sit up in bed. How pathetic. I sighed tiredly. Either way I did what I was trying to. I pulled the blanket off of my left leg and see it had bandages around it with a thick black band over the knee part and a thick metal and wooden brace contraption from my thigh down to my lower calf. It had spines and attachments connecting from the frame of the brace to the band over my knee and connecting metal bands at the top and bottom of my leg. The whole thing kept me from moving or even slightly bending my leg. What the hell was this place?!... and what are these...torture devices?! I've never seen anything like this and I don't want to know what such a horrific looking machine does. It looks like it could cut my leg off at any moment. I try to look around it to find a way to clasp it off my leg and release me. I couldn't find anything I'm familiar with that would be a latch and I'm not going to try and start pulling and turning things in case it does set off something that takes off my leg. I try just pulling it off, but it's secured tightly onto me without cutting circulation to my leg. I can't just pull it off. I had no idea where I was, but I wanted to leave. I looked around. The room was very spacious and cleaned and nice. Bright sunlight came into the room giving a nice golden glow to the room. Everything here seemed very lovely and beautiful except the death trap on my leg. Am I dealing with friends or foes? It's hard to tell… and Where's George? Does he have strange machines attached to him too? Is he even still alive? He was very hurt… and so was I. Why are we both still alive, assuming he did survive his wounds? They kept yelling for Heimdall and that man… well that man certainly did look as as he was described in my book. His voice was in my dream and he showed me those horribly gruesome visions. He welcomed me to Asguard. we can't actually be be in Asguard. Such a place is legend. A myth. There’s no record of it ever existing. It's like what mother said. It's a fairytale. I don't think it's a fairytale. I think it's a tall tale. Something that once was true, but has exaggerated immensely over generations. So whatever this place is, it's not Asguard. Not the one I've read about at least. Is it? The door opened and I jumped with a loud gasp startled. George had walked through the door and got startled hearing my gasp and unexpectedly seeing I was conscious again. We both took a deep breath. “I didn't think you'd be awake so suddenly.” he says giving a breathy chuckle. “I was coming to refill your water bag and check to refill see if you were alright.” he says holding up a plastic bag of water matching one that was connected by a tube to my arm. “Perhaps I would be if I knew what was going on.” I say looking him up and down. Her seemed fine. Very fine in fact. The only thing George has to show that he’d been injured at all was a small piece of white tape on a gash on his forehead and some bandages peeking out from underneath his shirt from, what I assume to be, being wrapped around his chest and abdomen. “You seem extremely fine for someone who resembled a porcupine from being impaled endlessly by arrows.” He laughs loudly and walks over replace the other bag. That was very genuine and relieving sound to me. Seeing him in such an upbeat and positive mood made her feel more safe. “Don’t worry. It’s not the first time I’ve been impaled by arrows. I can get back up from it pretty easily after a few days of rest.”
“Wait… Really? Where-....Why-...” I try to organize my thoughts and decide what want to ask.
“Just think through your thoughts… I know this all might be a lot.” George tells her as he fiddles with the tubes and bags. I thought for a moment and knew what I wanted to say. “So… it was all real?” I ask.
“Yes. It was.” George nods. “I know everything must be overwhelming.”
“So… Patricia… she's really…” my voice trails off.
George pauses and looks at the ground with a solemn and halfway angry look. “Yes... She is.”
I look down into my lap. “I… I can't believe what she did. I didn't even think mother coul-”
“She's not your mother.” George says screwing the tube onto the new bag.
“Well… I know that.  I know she's only our-”
“Not ours… and not even yours. She's not your stepmother either.” George says tossing the empty bag in the trash. “I need to set a few things straight for you. It wasn't my intention to lie to you for this long…”
“What are you talking about?” I ask watching him walk over and sit down on the bed across from me. He takes my hands. “Patricia is not your stepmother. Jason wasn't even your father. Their marriage was fake and never happened. Jason was Patricia’s brother in law. Elizabeth was Patricia’s sister.”
“W-what? What are you saying? Of course he was our father. He-”
“I'm not your brother.” he says quickly as if ripping off a bandage. I look at him with wide wide eyes and shock. “Y-You're...not?”
“...no. I'm not.” George says looking away not giving any eye contact. I take my hand away from his grasp and look at him in disbelief. “If you aren't my brother then who are you?!” I am getting angry and my heart feels shattered. “Who are any of you if not my family, like I thought you were?!”
“(y/n), please. I know what I'm saying is a lot to take in, but-”
“My entire world came crashing down and the one support that I thought for sure I knew was a lie!” I snapped at him.
“I - I know, but I-..... I know…” George sighed in defeat.
“What are you then? You're not my brother, so what? Everything that has happened doesn't make sense and I don't understand.”
He remained silent.
“George…. I was dragged and forced from my home by murderous monsters in armor, lost a mother figure by said monsters, shot with multiple arrows, shot from a rainbow drug trip portal, dropped in an unfamiliar place with strange and sickening contraptions, and now….” I had a  few small tears running down my cheeks. I look at George's heartbroken expression and sigh. He had the strongest look of shame and sadness not being able to look at me. His gaze remained lowered.  “George, please… just… please… please tell me the truth…”
“We aren't your family.” George admitted. “None of us. We were posing as your family to make you feel more normal and comfortable.”
“Why? Why would you do that?”
“Because it was our job to.” George says finally looking up at me. “We were assigned to watch you after you were born. We had to protect you and all around keep you safe at all times, which meant being close to you always, so we had to take on the roles to be your family so you wouldn't ask so many questions as you grew older.”
“Why did I need protecting in the first place?”
“Because of those eyes you have there.” George says pointing to my eyes. “Those eyes are powerful eyes. You get them from your father. Your actual father. Heimdall.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “Have you lost your senses? I don't even resemble the man.”
“No. You do not, but you were born from him… of sorts… regardless you weren't allowed to stay here on Asguard because you were still, unfortunately, mortal.”
“You need to explain more…”
“I know… Bare with me. This is quite a long story…” George tells me shifting in his seat.
“I have plenty of time. I'll listen…” I tell him nodding and mentally preparing myself. “...you just focus on telling the story.”
He gave a nod taking a deep breath. “Where do I even start?...I'll just start with how this whole thing started…. We had a mission…” he starts drawing a mental picture in my head. “...we had to go to Midguard to find a particular vessel to keep essence of the soul stone contained…”

Hey everyone. Hoped you liked this chapter. Don't have any new updates. It just is what it is. Pumping out chapters slower because I have to deal with stuff in my personal life. That hasn't changed so... that's it. I hope you all are doing well and you have a wonderful day and an even better Thanksgiving!  That's it for you guys and I will see you in the next chapter! Tootles!