His Mortal(Loki x reader)

Chapter 26

Loki POV

Everything is going perfectly! I watch (y/n) as her body is stiff and her gaze frozen to the sky, towards the line of the nine realms. Her eyes heavily shrowded in a gold glow and glaze over. Her jaw is slack with her lips parted slightly. Her mind is long gone speeding through the realms while her body stays here with me to do of what I please. I chuckle to myself. Those eyes weren't a challenge to get at all. How unfortunate. I thought this would be more entertaining. In the end... I still got what I was after. I smile victoriously and revel in my success finding pure enjoyment in (y/n)'s frozen form. The way she stands like she's in the middle of nowhere. The way her head is tilted back and chin upwards looking to the sky window as the moon's rays cast a singular bright beam onto her. Her eyes pried open in a strong trance. Her pupils didn't even slightly move as if searching the moon. No. They stayed frozen in one absolute place. They shone like crystals. I walk up to her smirking and admiring her helpless form closer. I pause right in front of her with a frown. There was a tear rolling from her eye. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. Then there was another from the other eye. Is she weeping? Then a few more from each. She is, but why? I watch the tears run down her cheeks and drip from her chin. Her voice starts making soft whimpering sounds and her chest moving in uneven rapid patterns. Whatever she was seeing she was upset about it. Was she scared? In pain? I can only imagine experiencing this for the first time would be frightening, and I do not know how this power feels. Normally I would find this amusing, but seeing her like this stabbed me somewhere on the inside. I felt immense shame and guilt. I look at her face still frozen emotionless up towards the moon with the tears and sounds being the only source of proof she was still in there and that she wasn't okay. What was this spell doing to her? I look at my spell book in my hand. All I have to do is take the essence from her eyes with the rest of the spell, but... She'd end up blind. I sigh and throw the book to the side. Normally I wouldn't care, but for some reason I feel she doesn't deserve that. I couldn't do it. I look at her tears and use my thumb to wipe them away. This is ridiculous. Caring for a mortal. I watch her...
And watch her...
And watch her...
Before I knew it I had been staring at her for more than an hour mentally combating myself on whether I should use the spell or not. Other times I find myself just admiring her. After standing here looking at her I have come to appreciate her mortal vessel in ways I don't understand. She has only stayed for a couple of weeks now, so I've tried not to get too carried away with myself, but it seems she'll be staying for much longer now. Her entire life span more than likely, so now I feel obligated to continue my trek in taking her... though I have the opportunity right now. Why won't I just do it? She's here. Right here. Right now. Just take the power you've been wanting this entire time! I narrow my eyes at her for causing such turmoil in my head.
Then I see a small line of blood dripping from the inner corner of her right eye. I look surprised. That wasn't suppose to happen. Why is that happening? Another crimson line appears threatening to spill over from her other eye. Why is she bleeding?! I panic for her safety questioning what I have done, then I realize the time. The spell wasn't meant to be put on her for this long. Her mind is straining causing her physical damages. I'm damaging her mind and body. If I wanted to do that then I would have done it myself and not used a spell. My intention wasn't to cause her pain. I just wanted the gold from her eyes. I immediately pick up the book I had tossed away and started rapidly flipping through the pages to the spell. I quickly scan through it to figure out how to cut off the spell. I mentally want to just hit myself over and over again. It was so simple. I just had to cut eye contact from the moon and her line of sight. I grunt irritated and quickly walk up behind her firmly cupping my hand over her eyes. She collapses and I catch her from hitting the floor. I gently set her down and look at her. Her body is spazzing rapidly and at this point I don't know what to do. I get on my knees above her head hold her cheeks in my hands to make her head still. I bend over looking close at her face. He eyes had rolled to the back of her head. "(Y/n)!" I gently hit her face trying to get her to come back to me. I repeatedly say her name trying to get her attention.
There was a gasp. "What did you do to her!?" George, I think his name was, came running with my mother. He pushed me to the side. His strength was impeccable that it made me slide across the floor. He knelt beside her grasping her shoulders as her body spasmed and the crimson lines ran down her cheeks. My mother looked on worried herself. Her hand on her heart and the other hovering in front of her mouth as she watches George try to bring (y/n) back to us. I sat to the far side watching... actually worried for her.
"(Y/n), come on, love. Come back to me." He was cupping her face. "Come on. Come back to your big brother, okay? Breathe and come back to me."
Her body calmed and her eyes rolled back glazed over. She was breathing, but unresponsive and her eyelids draped halfway over her eyes like when you're tired. I stood walking back over to the group. I looked down at her dazed, almost dead like state. She coughed and gasped her eyes shooting open and wide in realization. George and my mother physically relaxed. Her eyes scan us and she lands on me. She starts screaming. I jolt with a start. She starts rapidly crawling backwards and away from us coughing. "(Y/n), calm down, girl. Tell me what's the matter." My mother says gently reaching out to her, but (y/n) hits her hands away, turns over, and starts crawling on her hands and knees away. "Stay...*cough* away from me! *cough cough*" she wheezes and coughed hard. We all keep our distance as she crawls into a corner her knees tucked to her chest. She cries to herself.
"(Y/n), what's wrong? What happened?" George asked her softly. "What did he do to you?"
"Nonononononono!!!" She starts yelling. "Leave me alone! It hurts! Just shut up! Everyone shut up! leave me alone! leave me alone! Leave m-" She stops suddenly and her chest lurches. She places on hand on her chest and the other over her mouth. She lurches again. Then she vomits onto the floor. I grimace at the sight. That spell really did a tole on her fragile body. George goes over to her keeping the hair from her face and rubbing her back as she empties her stomach in the corner. I look away only to meet my mother's hard glare and dominant posture standing right before me. "What in all of Asguard did you do to that poor girl?" She hisses at me.
"I assure you I didn't do-"
"Don't you dare lie to me, Loki!" She whisper yells. "That poor girl was just fine until now. I raised you, so don't think I don't see all the lies written on your face right now." Her glare is hard and her lips are pursed as she looks at me breaking down my ego and bringing forth my shame.
"It... was an accident." I admit. It was an accident. I didn't mean for her to get hurt.
"Walk. Now." She commands me as she pushes me to the library door. "I think Odin and I need to have a word with you."
The last thing I see of (y/n) is her weak and tired body lying in George's arms drifting in and out of sleep before mother pushes me out the door for me to face her and my father's wrath combined.

Hello, everyone. Here's another chapter coming at you. Hope you liked it. Wanted to figure out a way to move along the story, so here we are. Enjoy and I will see you in the next chapter! Toodles!