Dropped

The Trip

"Just hide, oh! You know that you're the one, that's terrified, oh" Childish Gambino

(A/N) It's been a while, my bad. 

Ever lay on your bed and think "I shouldn't have done this? Or why the fuck did I do that?" If so, that's me right now. I lay on my bed, tears streaming out of my eyes, no sobs came from my mouth, my whole body was numb, my mind didn't know what it had to process, or even if it was real.

Apparently apart of the tradition of this holiday, is eat, what we call in the normal world, "shrooms", but no one here knows that. As Bjorn insisted I try some, I gave in and thought nothing of it.

The beginning of it all was nice, I trapezed everywhere with the other people I assume who were also on drugs. I danced and smiled, I felt great I sincerely did, the first time since I had been here that I had ever felt an ounce of genuine happiness. Suddenly, something in the forest called me, not verbally, but I glanced over towards the trees swaying in the breeze like the bodies of people around me. I started mindlessly following a non-existent path towards in the abyss of trees.

About halfway in, I heard a stick snap, loudly interrupting the silence that had taken over my wandering. Then suddenly, there was this horse in front of me, it looked me dead in the eyes as if beckoning me to come touch it. To which I started towards, looking down to make sure I didn't step on something, and then looking back up, expecting a horse, but seeing nothing but the towering figure of a man.

"Ahhh we finally meet!" he said, looking down at me, his hair was black, his face was something I couldn't describe if I tried, it only looked like something you saw in movies, of every leading man whether good guy or bad guy, I guess the cluelessness of who this person, I think he was a person, was obvious in my eyes, "You're probably wondering who I am, so allow me to introduce myself, I am Loki."

My eyes grew wide, "Loki? As in the god?" I questioned.

He smiled out of I assume being flattered that I recognized him being a god, "Yes, my dear Siri, I am. Now, if you stop talking and let me finish my job that would be great," he said flatly.

I rolled my eyes, scowling at his obvious rudeness. He chuckled, "You, aren't from here, and it is so obvious. You wonder why you're here so much and dislike it but yet you enjoy it, you take the company of a great mans' son. You are here because someone in your family cheated me out of a game, and you cannot simply do that to me," he smiled, "You can thank your ancestors because now you are here, forever, never aging, while everyone you love withers away and dies." I stood there, my heart stopped I felt like it was going to break, or if not sink any lower than what I felt like it had, tears welled in my eyes.

"You see, when you cheat me, you cheat someone who would ruin you, so easily," he bragged almost. "I do not know why I chose you, but until I figure out why this is the last you will hear from me," and then next thing I knew he left, he wasn't there, if he was even there.

Turning around, searching for him, I saw Floki, standing there his mouth agape. His eyes were wide with excitement, "You saw that too?" I asked, my voice monotone.

"Yes!" He shrieked almost with happiness, as he ran up to me, he lost the happiness seeing the tears fall from my eyes, I knew how much this man loved the gods, how he would never dishonor them. But he saw the pain in my eyes, "I am sorry my dear goddess," he sadly said, taking me into a hug.

Hours later I was back in Kattegard, laying on my bed, tears streaming into ears. I lay there, hearing the banging at my door, my irritation building, "Go away!" I finally screamed.

"Make me!" a voice yelled back, they then kept banging on my door. I laid there for as long as I could until finally, I gave in and stormed over to my door, slinging it open to see no one there.

I looked down and there he was, Ivar.

He crawled past me, aggressively, and so quickly I had no time to protest. Shutting my door, I turned to watch him crawl into my bed, "You have been crying," he spoke softly.

I sniffled a little, avoiding looking at him.

"Come," he said patting my side of the bed, "Tell me what troubles you."

I flung myself down next to him, "I don't want to talk about it," I paused, looking at him, "It will honestly just upset me." I say softly dragging my body under the covers.

His brow furrowed, "If you insist," he nodded, his beautiful stormy blue eyes were still filled with worry, "Just let me make sure you are okay." Ever stared at someone long enough you feel yourself stop breathing at how perfect they are. I looked at him, and I couldn't stop. He looked down at me, which was weird, considering he's normally looked down upon. Suddenly he took my head in his hands, looked me right in the eye, which was super intimidating, licked his bottom lip slightly and mumbled, "I've wanted to do this," and next thing I know I'm running my hands through his hair, his lips are dancing across mine. 

I feel my body leave the bed, and next thing I know I'm sitting on his lap, making out with him. Feeling him hold back his aggressiveness, I felt him pull my hair, bite my bottom lip, his muscles tensed the moment I took a breath, looking at him, out of breath. 

Speechless, I looked into his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes. 

He gulped, "I told you, you were mine," he smirked regaining confidence in his voice, "You are mine." 

Before I could respond he grabbed me, forcefully pulling me closer, and attaching his lips to mine, wrapping his hand around my neck, squeezing. 

Then all of the sudden, he stopped. 

But I didn't want him to.