Find The Light ✯ Loki Odinson

chapter five

"You left me." I spat gritting my teeth, tears glistering my eyes as I held my knife up to Loki's throat, his back was pressed up against the broken rocks and parts of Tony's building that had fallen apart.

"You left me there!" My voice rose in anger and betrayal, the tears that glistered were now rolling down my cheek, the salty liquid pressing into the cracks of my chapped dry lips.
I gripped tighter onto the blade ,that my knuckles turned white and I felt the skin tear, the cold wind oozing itself onto my body making me shiver.

"You really thought that I would let you go?" He said rhetorically, in somewhat disbelief and shock, he smiled and held in a groan as he back was pressed up further into the broken pile of bricks and stone.

I thought.

I really did. I really did think that he would let me out, so I wouldn't have to nearly fall to my death, have to join this 'team'.
I really thought he would.
It was so stupid, I haven't even known this man for a day, and I trusted him with my life.

I trusted him to help me, to save me- I'm a fool.

I looked away from his eyes, and into my own thoughts hoping I wouldn't have to say I was wrong.
To say that I trusted him, I thought he would save me on Fury's ship, as I was locked in a cage while he roamed free as he was broken out.
I swallowed thickly.

"N-no.." my voice shivered and tried to hide the fact that I was wrong.

"Oh but you did!," he exclaimed making my eyes snap and lock onto his as he moved, sitting more upright, eyeing him so he wouldn't make a run for it.

"You really thought I would come and get you, I can see right through you Y/n! Your too quick,the first friendly face you see you trust them with you life,hmm? So people have betrayed you, lied to you, hurt you," he shook his head in excitement, I could feel the adrenaline running off him as he spoke loudly and clearly, not breaking eye contact.

"so when you see kindness, generosity or even a smile that comes towards you, you trust them."

My death grip loosened on the knifes handle, taking back by his words, he was true.
Everything made sense , I had trust issues, so every friendly face I see I trust them, because I can't trust anybody else.
Not what they've done to me I can't.

I backed away, pushing myself away from him quickly, dropping my knife to the ground, it skidded along the broken glass and slid of the edge of the breaking building falling down towards the ground- hope it doesn't stab anyone on the way down.

The cold strong wind blew through us again, going through my hair, goosebumps rising onto my neck.

I looked up to him, who had already got himself off the pile of broken rocks and bricks, his height overwhelming me as I still forgot how tall he was, the freezing cold breeze brushed passed his raven black hair, that was not longer slicked back by gel or water and now it looks like it was slicked back with just his hand as best as he could.