Forgotten // Loki X OC pt.4

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I breathed heavily, bending over and resting my hands on my knees.

"I....should have....stayed in...shape." I said in between breaths. I watched as Breean and Peter ran next to each other, barely breaking a sweat. "I'm too old for this."

"Oh come on, how old are you?" Peter asked, stopped for a short break.

I stared at him, speaking monotonously. "How old do you think I am?"

Peter chuckled nervously. "30?"

I laughed, standing up straight and patting his shoulder. "Add 207 years to that and you're spot on."

Slowly, I began to jog alongside Peter. Breean running past us as we did.

"So you and Breean are good friends?" I asked, glancing at Peter. He nodded in response. "Anything more than friends?"

"She's fourteen." Peter said sternly. "Of course not."

I nodded. "Alright, you got me there. It just seems like more to me is all. You sure there aren't any feelings between you two?"

Peter stopped. "I'm almost twenty four and she's a child. A child!" Everyone froze, turning their attention to Peter. "I could never have feelings for a child."   

I said nothing as Peter walked away, shoving last Breean as she had stopped as well.

"Pete?" She questioned, watching Peter.

"Not now, Bree." Peter replied, swinging the door to the stairwell open and exiting the room.

Bree turned to face me. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." I shook my head. "We were just talking. He wasn't feeling well is all."

"He said something about a child." Breean said, stepping closer to me. "Don't lie to me."

I chuckled. "It's something that I can't share, okay?"

Bree scoffed, stepping even closer until we were a foot apart. She stared at me, glancing over my appearance quickly before returning her eyes to mine.

"How strong are you?"

"Uh, what?" I questioned.

"How strong are you?" Breean repeated.

I shrugged. "How am I supposed to kno-

Breean cut of my words as she kicked my legs out from underneath me. I landed on my back on the floor, groaning as I sat up on my elbows.

"What the hell?"

"We're supposed to be training, right? Let's get to training." Bree smirked, backing away from me.

I stood up, shaking my head. "I'm not sparring with you."

"Why not?" Bree hissed.

"Because I don't want to." I replied harshly.

"Why?!" Bree shouted.

I growled, heat rising up my spine. "I'm not fighting my kid!"

Breean's face contorted into a look of confusion. "Your kid?"

"A kid." I corrected frantically. "I'm not fighting a kid."

"I think that's enough for today." Loki spoke, standing in between us. "Bree, go get ready for lunch."

Bree glared at me and huffed before stomping out of the training field.

Loki turned to look at me. "What happened?"

"I made Peter upset and then Breean also got angry with me." I explained. "She tried to spar and I said no. I said I wouldn't fight my kid. I corrected myself but I don't think it changed anything."

Loki sighed and nodded. "I'll take care of it. Don't beat yourself up over it. A slip of the tongue happens to everyone."

"Thanks, Mischief." I smiled, moving in to hug Loki before stopping myself. "I think I'll stay down here for a little while longer."

Loki nodded. "I'll be upstairs."

I frowned, watching as Loki entered and disappeared into the elevator.

"Where is everyone?" Bucky asked, standing beside me.

"Upstairs." I answered monotonously as I walked towards an enclosed area of the room. It was lined with nothing but indestructible concrete, made to withstand everyone's abilities. I stood outside of the door, kicking off my boots and tugging my shirt over my head.

"Woah, what're you doing?" Bucky asked, looking away from me.

"Salvaging some of my clothes." I said before stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. I sat on the floor, crossing my legs and resting my hands in my lap. I relaxed, allowing my abilities to let go and do as they wish. I sighed in contentment, feeling my entire body being engulfed in an oddly comforting flame. I hummed, closing my eyes and laying on my back as the fire spread over the room, coating the walls and floor completely. After about ten minutes I opened my eyes and smiled at the sizzling sound of fire extinguishing on concrete. Finally I stood, completely naked and without a fibre of stress on me. I opened the door and stepped out.

"You're...naked..." Bucky chuckled awkwardly, turning away from me.

I laughed, pulling my shirt on and picking up my boots. "I'll see you later, Buck. And be careful in there, it's hot."

Feeling content, I made my way into my cell but found nothing. All my belongings gone. "What the fu-"

"They moved you out." Brunnhilde said, unnerved by my partial nudity. "They said something about you sharing a room with Lackey."

"Oh. Well, I guess I'll see you later." I smiled, exiting the room and finding my way into Loki's penthouse. He sat on the bed with his head in his hands. Two boxes sat on the other side of the room as well as a small bed. "What's the matter, Loki?"

I found the box with my clothes and dug out a bra, fresh underwear and a pair of pants. Loki looked up as I pulled on my underwear.

"Where are your clothes?!" He shouted, covering his eyes.

I shrugged. "I was meditating. And clothes burn."

"What kind of meditation do you do?" Loki asked, still covering his eyes.

I chuckled, standing in front of him once I was fully dressed. "I let go. I let my powers take over for a bit and it makes me feel so much better. You should try it some time."

Loki hesitantly looked at me and sighed, seeing as I was clothed. His cheeks and nose were pink, a complete clash with his usual porcelain skin. I chuckled, tucking a stray hair behind his ear carefully.

"Cute."