One Wrong Turn (Loki Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Rebecca's eyes fluttered slowly open as she awoke, straight into the eyes of Loki. He was looking down at her, still cradling her in his arms on his lap. His face was even paler than before, his green eyes like deep pools gazing down at her, a small tear running down his cheek. "I'm sorry for what I have done to you", he said quietly to her. "No, I'm the one who is sorry", she said sympathetically, shaking her head. "You were only doing what you had been told to. It's my fault for getting involved in the first place. I should never have taken your ring." She looked away from him, biting her lip, thinking to herself. She wanted to tell him how much she cared about him, to get it off her chest. Every time she looked at him, it felt like there was a demon inside of her, clawing at her insides, making her heart race, her palms sweat, her breathing quicken, her mind go wild. She shook her head, snapping herself out of it. "Well, you're safe with me", Loki said softly to her, gently easing her down onto the floor before standing up. "Can I ask you something?", Rebecca asked, looking up at him, raising herself up to sitting. "Of course. What is it?". She thought for a bit, thinking back, before continuing. "Back in Stuttgart, in the van, you changed your clothes. How? Because that was ... that wasn't normal. How did you do it?" He smiled at her. "It was magic". "Magic? Like real magic?". "Yes, magic". She looked puzzled back at him; he has got to be joking she thought. "But how? That's impossible", she said to him. Loki sighed, rolling his eyes. "No it's not. It's such a mortal thing to say. I show you something incredible, and yet you question it still." He folded his arms, raising an eyebrow, looking down at her. "Yes because that wasn't real", Rebecca said defensively. "You had those other clothes on underneath yours, and the light was dark ...".

Sighing aloud and rolling his eyes again, Loki raised his hand out in front of him, emitting a green glow from his fingertips. Rebecca's hands immediately flew out in front of her from behind, somehow managing to untie themselves in the process. Her mouth dropped opened in shock, her eyes flicking from Loki to her wrists. She looked closer at the golden material he'd used to bind them, as now it was a pair of metallic golden cuffs with strange symbols around her wrists, glowing in the same golden/green light. She tried to put them down, but they stayed fixed in the air, which caused Loki to chuckle in amusement at her effort. Loki then flicked his hand, and Rebecca's wrists immediately slammed together, the metal fusing to each other right in front of her eyes. Rebecca sat there, speechless in shock. She looked back up at Loki, who stood there smiling smugly. She tried moving her wrists, fighting her new bonds, but they held firm; it was the same softness as the material and didn't hurt her like metal would of if she fought it. Loki bent down to her, placing his hand under her chin, and gently closed her mouth "See, magic". He smiled at her, and she smiled back. "So what does that make you then, a magician?", she asked giggling, still slightly in shock. "What is that?", he asked puzzled, causing Rebecca to giggle again. "No I'm a God". "Then if you have all this power, why are you using it for evil? Surely you're strong enough with your magic to fight against whatever it is that's controlling you?", she asked concerned, searching his face for some answer. "I can't", he whispered, turning away. "Yes, yes you can!", she said reassuringly, touching his chin and slowly turning his face back to her, looking him deep in the eyes. "You can fight it. I believe you." He looked at her, and gently kissed her on her forehead. "Thank you", he whispered softly.

The jet started to make its descent, causing Loki to suddenly look slightly worried. "You still trust me?", he asked, quickly standing up and glancing in the direction of the cargo doors. "Yes, completely", Rebecca said, looking at him equally concerned. He nodded, looking back at her. "Good. Then I'm sorry about this". He swiftly put his hand onto her head, and she felt an instant coldness fill her entire body. She tried to control herself, to stand up, to speak, but she collapsed over onto the floor. She tried to ask him what was happening, but she couldn't make a sound, nor move a muscle; he'd frozen her. The jet landed and the cargo doors opened, the bright sunlight spilling into the dim room. Loki bent down and carefully scooped up Rebecca into his arms, her lifeless body hanging limp, her breathing shallow, her eyes frozen and still. He swiftly descended down the ramp, before immediately climbing into the back of a nearby jeep, taking extra care of Rebecca, holding her closer to his chest as he sat down, the door closing behind him. "Try to control your breathing. It will be over soon", he whispered into her ear, placing his hand over her eyes, gently closing them.