Unlike Loki

Chapter 68

(Loki)

I didn't know what to expect when I asked her to tell me her story. I thought it would be simple, maybe her dad left when she was young and had had an older sister that was rude.

But it was nothing like that.

It was perfect, and interesting, and sad, and terrifying.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she spoke. I was aware of every part of her that touched me, and every part that didn't. She was soft and warm, but had a certain stength that I loved. She reached up with her hand and intertwined her fingers with my hand that was behind her. She absent-mindedly played with my fingers, making me go crazy. She looked up at the sky as she spoke, which I think helped her. I don't think she was pretending that I wasn't there, I just think she was trying to prepare herself. 

My eyes kept going back to her lips, slightly opened as she breathed. 

"Where do I even start?" She blew a stray hair from her face. 

"The day you were born." I said, joking. 

"That was quite a messy day. Tha,t and I don't have any memory of it." She laughed, squeezing my hand.

I smiled, even though I knew she couldn't see me. "Then start at the beginning. Where ever you think it should start." 

"That's helpful." She said sarcastically. 

I reached over and poked her nose. "I'm serious."

She smiled, blushing. "Alright." She drug out the 'i' and inhaled. "Once upon a time-"

"Anna!" I chastized, but I still laughed. 

"Ok, ok!" she laughed to, still playing idly with my fingers. "My life was pretty darn close to perfect. My dad was a professor of Norse Mythology at the university, and my mom worked from home. They were great together, always kissing and laughing. My dad would sometimes sweep her in his arms or grab her and dance with her. It was beautiful." She smiled to herself. "My mom homeschooled us, but we weren't shut in kids. We went exploring all over the city. Museums and small diners, abandoned buildings and historical sites, the park, everything. I loved life. There was nothing to hate. Most people would say that it sounded to good to be true, but it wasn't. It was the real deal. And our parents, God, they were so good to us. They got on to us if we did something bad, and loved us as if we were the light of their lives. And I guess we were."

Anna seemed to be glowing, reliving the best moments of her life. I was hoping that they weren't going to be her last. She continued, "I had four brothers. Teagan was the oldest, 27 years old, when I was 10. I didn't see him much, he had moved out and lived on the other side of the country. Honestly, I don't know if I could tell you what he looked like these days, or if he would even know who I was. Then there was Jamie, he was 18 at the time. He was tall and handsome, and strong. He could take anyone down in an arm wrestle." She chuckled. "Him and Lake were best buds. Lake was 14, but he was mature for his age, in mentallity and physicallity. He was just as big as Jamie. They shared a room together. You could hear them laughing all night together sometimes. It always made me smile. And then there was Raymen. He was only a year older than me. So we shared just about everything. Nothing could separate the pair of us.We were best friends." She took a deep breath.

"When I found out about my powers, they terrified me. I was more worried about hurting someone than there actually being something wrong with me. But it was my dad who came to my aid. He comforted me, helped me gain control of my powers. Knowing what I know now, maybe he knew what I was. Anyway, I found out about my powers quite literally on my fifth birthday, by the next year, I had them down. I knew what I could do and I knew how to control it." She rubbed the inside of my palm. "Raymen was always facsinated by my powers, always wanted to see them. Jamie and Lake encouraged me as well; they'd ask me to light a candle or water the flowers and they would squeel with joy when I did it."