Scarred - StrangeFrost

Astral tears

•Stephen's POV•
I was in my astral form, sitting cross-legged on the armrest of the couch. I was watching him as he slept. I don't know why I felt the need to, maybe because of what happened with dinner last night. But regardless, I felt oddly warm being with him.

Yes, I understand it's considered creepy to watch someone sleep, but I couldn't help myself. he looks so pretty. I mean, I say it in an entirely straight way. I'm not gay, I dated a woman. Anyway, I digress.

Loki drearily opened his eyes and groaned. He looked up at me and looked disturbed.
I looked behind me, but I didn't see anything.

Was he seeing me?

"Strange?! Are you dead?" He asked loudly.
I yelled, "You can see me?"
"Yes! Why are you transparent?"
"How do you see me??"
"I don't know!!"

We both paused, stairing at each other for god knows how long.
Until Loki broke the silence.

"Strange What am I seeing?" He asked.

"My astral projection, an internal version of me."
Loki looked extremely confused.
"Okay hang on a second."

•Loki's POV•

Strange disappeared, leaving me confused.
What the hell just happened?

I heard footsteps from down a hallway and froze.
Strange walked back into the room- completely opaque this time -and walked up to me.
He grabbed my wrist, and hit my chest with his palm.

I felt a shiver go down my body as I felt the floor pull out from under me.
And in front of me, was an unconscious Loki, very slowly falling to the ground.

Strange looked at me, then looked confused.
"Why are you blue?"

I looked at my hands, and just as strange had said, they were blue. Also transparent.
I felt my legs quiver and my throat tighten.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

I opened my mouth. "S-Strange, I-I'm not Asgardian. I'm-" I paused, practically choking out my words. I swallowed. "I'm a Frost Giant."

He looked surprised, and looked down at my non-astral body.
I followed suit, and I realized how bad I had looked.

I was more pale than I had ever been, and I was thinner than anybody I had ever seen. I could see every groove in my hands, my wrists and ankles were so slim, and I looked almost like I was a skeleton.

Something screamed in my head.