The Raven

Sleeping Beauty - Chapter Nine

|| TRIGGER WARNING // DRUG USAGE & MENTIONS OF OVERDOSAGE ||

Loki had awoken. His gaze immediately turned to the clock that hung on his irritatingly white walls. 8 A.M. He'd slept in; Or at least, this was sleeping in for him. He grumbled, and stood. Despite what Edith thought, he'd only ever slept shirtless. It bothered him to wear a shirt to bed. The god walked into his bathroom, turning to face the mirror. His hair was a mess. Again, he grumbled. He took a quick shower, then walked out the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He'd completely forgotten to get clothing. He usually wore illusions, since he lacked proper clothing. He grabbed the pajama pants he'd been left, and despite his distate for them, he put them on.
He proceeded in slipping on the plain grey v-neck shirt he'd grabbed out of the bottom of the drawer.
Once dressed, he brushed his shoulder-length hair. He stared into the mirror, ignoring his reflection as he thought to himself. A sudden thought struck him...Where was Edith? Surely, she'd be awake at this hour. She was, and much earlier, yesterday. He was rather quick to put the brush down, and march to the bulletproof glass that contained him. Another thought struck him. He hadn't yet called her by her name. What bothered him most was that he was actually concerned. He supposed now was at least a decent time to do so.
"Ahm...Lady Edith?" He called out. There was no answer.
Maybe she left...? He thought to himself. He created an illusion of himself, so that he could look for her. Outside the glass, his illusion, or he marched downstairs.
"Lady Edith?" He called, his icy blue eyes scanning the living room/kitchen. He didn't think of checking the guest bathroom, seeing as she had her own in her bedroom. He phased through her bedroom door, immediately finding the woman wrapped in her silk sheets, fast asleep. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and approached her slumbering form.
How winsome she looks when she sleeps... Again, he would have slapped himself...except he really wouldn't. Damn it. He mentally growled at himself.
"Lady Edith...?" He knew she hated being called 'Lady Edith', but he wasn't yet just going to call her by her first name. "Lady Edith?" He spoke again.
He knelt in front of her, peering at her pale, pretty face. There was that crippling, heart-warming feeling yet again. Oh, how he wanted to torture himself for this...But, it seemed he already was.
"Lady Edith?" He said, his voice calm, and careful. He grumbled to himself. He couldn't touch her, since in reality he was in his cell.
"Edith!" He shouted. Again, no response. How could she still be asleep? He thought. Loki felt...He felt worried for her. Everyone was most vulnerable in their sleep. What if someone broke in and harmed her? He hissed at himself in a whisper, "Stop it, you fool,"
She wasn't waking up. He gazed around the room...Unfortunately, his gaze fell upon a bottle of sleeping pills. He didn't know much about mortal medicines.
So, he read the bottle. He was confused at first...but then, he realized what it could do. He'd heard Barton talk sleeping medication...

Loki sat with his newly hypnotized henchman, Agent Clint Barton aka Hawkeye. "Drugs..?" The god was confusedly saying. Sure, he knew what drugs were...Just not mortal drugs. Barton was quick to answer,
"Here on Earth, a lot of us take pills. It's medication. When you swallow one, depending on what type it is, it'll help you. Some people are allergic to different drugs, though. For instance, one of my distant cousins overdosed on a drug called Ambien."
Loki raised a brow, his expression telling Barton to continue. Once more, he knew what overdosage was...But mortals were very different from Asgardians.
"Overdosing is when you take too much of a certain drug. Some people do it on purpose, to end their lives. Some people overdose on accident. My cousin, though, he did it to kill himself. Ambien's a medication that helps you sleep, and his crooked doctor presc- I mean, gave it to him." Clint finished.
"Strange." Loki had murmured to himself.

He flashed back to reality, and his icy blues struck with a tinge of fear. Dear Odin, please tell me she did not overdose. Loki thought. He looked back to a sleeping Edith. She was breathing still.
He huffed a sigh of relief. Idiot. You saw her breathing just before. Why did he care so much about this...necromancer, he'd just met? He couldn't uncover it; Nor, did he want to...Or did he? Again, the god growled at himself. He wouldn't become a slave to love...He couldn't.
Perhaps I should call someone just in case...? Right, no way of doing that. Unless, I attempt to break out...? Those idiotic mortals must have this place under watch.
His illusion vanished, and he was back to himself, in his cell. He grumbled, his eyes littering the room for weapons. He grabbed the metal chair that sat by the small table, and flung it with all his might at the door. Nothing happened, much to his annoyance.
"Damn it."
Suddenly, it hit him, that if he were to explain to them that he was attempting to help her...They'd think him soft. He growled. There was no way to win, it seemed. Loki still continued to search the room. Spotting the keypad, he grinned.
Ah-hah- No, wait...Horrible idea. They would likely dismiss her.
He, in no way, wanted that to happen. If she were fired, that would mean he'd have to return to Asgard with Thor. Something had to work. He sat on his bed, feeling...helpless. What was worse was that he felt anything at all. He stood, and kicked the table across the room. How was he going to wake her? He sat back down upon his bed. He couldn't, he realized. It angered him that he cared. It angered him that he could care. He slammed his fists against his thighs. As if there was a massive gust of wind, everything in the room fled from him.

It was hours, before Edith finally opened her green-brown eyes. She grumbled, sat up, and looked at her alarm clock.
"Holy crap," She yelped, realizing it was past noon.
Of course, she checked her phone. A few messages and two missed calls from Ruby, or as she'd deemed Ruby on her phone, 'Slippers'. Edith swung her legs over the side of the bed as she dialed her best friend's number. As always, Ruby was quick to answer her call.
"Edith! Why didn't you answer my texts or calls?!" Ruby shouted.
Edith put her on speakerphone, and carried her phone into her bathroom.
"I was asleep," She replied, all too calm.
"How the fuck were you asleep? You never sleep this late! Wait, oh my god - Did you take those pills again?!"
"And it matters, because?" replied Edith, only to hear her friend making odd, angered noises as she pulled on a pair of pants.
"Why the fuck?! Give me your fucking address! I'm coming over!"
"Ruby, you're not supposed to-"
"I don't give a fuck what top secret NCIS bullshit's going on! I'm coming over!"
Edith groaned out a response, "Alrighty then,"
Edith quickly texted Ruby her address. There was no way of winning this argument, anyways. Ruby always got her way.
There goes my relaxing day at home. Her thought was interrupted by a loud bang upstairs. Oh, wait, fuck, Loki!- She quickly rushed upstairs, only to find the god sprawled out on the floor. She couldn't help but laugh.