Eerika||Avengers

Chapter 17

Warning: Self Harm awaits in this chapter. Please read at your own risk.
Eerika

It's been a week since Loki fell to his death. I've only left my room once, to attend his funeral. Including me, only five people attended. Asgard is so disgusted by Loki's actions that most people are glad he is dead. This makes me furious. Loki was a great prince. All he wanted was to be Thor's equal, and by doing that he got killed.

The funeral was short. Mother and Odin shed a few tears. Lady Sif came to support me, even though she was never very fond of my brother, she still wanted to comfort me in my time of need which I am very grateful for. I am so happy to have a friend like her.

Thor held me in his arms the entire time, keeping me upright. My legs didn't have the strength to stand up for over 15 minutes.

I've lost a lot of weight. My athletic build fades more away with each pound I lose. Whenever I eat something, I throw it up. I only drink water to supply my tears, I've been crying a lot lately. I still can't get the image of Loki falling to his death out of my mind. It makes me want to gorge my eyes out just so I don't have to witness it anymore.

My room has been torn apart. Before it had purple paint with red and green flowers on the wall that represented my brothers. Paintings of me and my family were neatly hung on the wall. My armor and weapons used to be displayed boldly near my bed.

Now everything is destroyed. I scratched the green flowers off my wall. When I lost my finger nails, I just painted over the vibrant green paint with my crimson blood. All of the beautiful, expensive paintings that I used to adore are now ripped into shreds. I constantly use my swords and daggers to carve the word "Loki" into both my walls, and my skin.

I like the way it looks.

It's like little tattoos in honour of my dear brother. I feel better when I finish cutting the "i" into my skin. The more the better.

I just want my brother back.

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Thor

I was torn by my brother's death, but no one was more shattered than Eerika. No one has seen or heard from her since Loki's small funeral. The only reason we know she's alive is because of her cries and screams.

Even though I've mainly been mourning over Loki, a lot of other things are still bothering me. The only girl I have ever loved is billions of miles away, and I will never see her again because I destroyed the damned bridge. I occasionally visit Heimdall to see how she's doing, it breaks my heart to know that she searches for me all the time.

I can't focus on Jane right now, though.

The only girl I need to worry about is the one that has put up a force shield around her room as she does who knows what. The only one I know who can break the shield is father, who I am going to visit right now. He is on his balcony watching the sun set on Asgard.

I stand behind him and watch the sun with him in silence. I don't know what to say, honestly.
"You'll be a wise king."
Father states.
"There will never be a wiser king than you. Or a better father."
I place my hand on his shoulder. He places his hand on mine.
"I have much to learn. I know that now."
Father looks down at the ground. I figure he is still depressed about Loki.
"Someday, perhaps, I will make you proud."

I know that's what Loki always wanted. I want to complete his mission. I will do it for him.

"You've already made me proud."
Father finishes with a soft smile.

He begins to walk away but I catch up with him quickly.
"Father wait! Please, break the force field that Eerika has put up. I need to see her."
Father continues walking.
"I believe your sister wants to be alone."
Just as he finishes I hear a scream coming from Eerika's quarters."
Odin snaps his fingers.
"But I, too, am worried about her. I just disabled the shield. You have five minutes before it reenforces."

I nod at his words and sprint to her room. At the door I hesitate before I place my hand on her doorknob. I don't know what I'm expecting to see, but it can't be worse than what I'm imagining.

I open the door and I am presently surprised at the display. Her room is just like it was before. I walk in and see my sister wrapped in one of Loki's capes.

"I'm going to be honest, I thought this place would be much worse when I walked in." I mused. Eerika chuckled.

"What did you expect, brother?"
She looked absolutely unfazed by her brother's death. In fact, she almost looks glowing.

"I don't know. Maybe if you lift your illusion it'll come back to me."
"This is no illusion, brother."
I shake my head.
"You haven't left your room, yet you have one of Loki's capes. Lift your illusion sister."
Eerika sighs out loud.
"Close your eyes."

I do as I am told and wait a few moments before opening them again. When I do so immediately want to close them again. Her walls are painted with blood, shreds of paintings lay on the ground, Loki's name is written everywhere. I don't know if I even want to see her right now. This is already far worse than I expected.
"Sister?" I croak out.

I turn to her bed. She has a blanket draped across her body up until her neck. All I can see is her pale skin, dull eyes, and dark circles.
"Now you see me brother."

I start to tear up at the display in front of me.
"Sister what have you done?"

"I let out my feelings."
I walk to her bed and rip the blanket off her. I almost scream when I see her skin.

Red cut marks write out the word Loki all over her body.
Her weak, skinny, pale body.
"Eerika, I know you're upset but this is too much. Please, let me take you to the healing room."
Eerika didn't protest when I scooped her up and carried her to the healing unit.
Eir almost fainted when she saw Eerika's body.
"My goodness! What happened?!"
She exclaimed.

She led me to a room and I set her on a table. A dozen nurses came huddling around her to work on her wounds.

"Loki's death was too much on her." I mumbled to Eir. She was using a panel to monitor Eerika's body. Her heart rate is low, she lacks vitamins and proteins. She really tortured herself.
"Everyone out. Let me to my work."

The nurses escorted me out of the room to let Eir do her magic.
I just hope that when my sister is healed, I can get her back into her old self.

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