Loki X Reader

Chapter 15

When you woke you was dripping in sweat, sharp shallow breaths shook through your body.

You brought your hands to your cheeks they were dry now, but sticky from the tears. You lifted yourself up, your body shaking with every step, but you had to get to the sink.

You made it in there and splashed water on your face eager to try out your hypothesis.

Once your face felt clean and you'd dried it with the towel you brought it in to the main room and sat on the sofa, ready to remember.

You recalled your dream and how you had tried to help Lindsey, things were starting to ooze through the cracks in the walls that the Avengers had built. You recalled the other day, the day with you and Loki strolling on the sea front, reaching the far end of the cliff, you had cut your hand, it healed within seconds automatically, like there really was some weird white light healing magic in you. 

Maybe your hypothesis wasn't very smart, but to test out if the dream held any truth whatsoever you knew it was entirely necessary to force a healing. You had to try it out, you had to watch, take note, you had to cut yourself.

Although growing up had been the same, healing so quick, very rarely if ever getting ill, you didn't know why and your parents had never made a fuss over it either. Maybe they new something they weren't telling you? You pushed that thought to the side, because right now you needed to get yourself ready for what you were about to do.

You promised you'd never self harm, your parents were understanding when you were younger, you hadn't felt the need until now and you had already convinced yourself it is for scientific purposes.

You gathered yourself, took a deep breath in searched the room for a camera like Tony had done earlier that day and got ready.

You hadn't had much thought on breaking the table, but now it was perfect. The only thing was how you were going to physically break the glass. You leaned forward and pressed your index finger on the top of the glass and your thumb underneath, it was around a centimeter thick, not as thick as you had anticipated but still pretty thick.

You spread the towel over the top, causing newspapers and magazines to fly all over. Was it best to stand on it and stomp on it and break through that way, or to spread the towel around your fist and repetitively hit through it, either way how hard could it be you'd seen it in movies right?

You tried to think rationally and decided neither of them option's were going to work well so you decided on finding something heavy. A large boulder would come in handy right now but that wasn't going to be easy to find in a tiny room on the umpteenth floor of the who know's where building you were in. You scoured around the room your eyes quickly falling on a chest of draws, you walked over to it, tapping on its surface, solid wood, 'thank you Avengers' you thought.

You managed to shove it to the glass table and begin to lay it over the top of the towel, the glass began to click and crack as you laid it further down until the whole thing was laid on top. You imagined the glass to immediately shatter but when it didn't you took drastic measures, you pushed, with all the strength you could gather, down on the top of the wood causing the glass it to hiss underneath, fighting its corner well.

Your arms began to ache but knew this had to be done and with one final push you went flying down into a heap of partially covered glass, some scattering across to the far corner of the room. From this point you had to work quick in hiding the shattered remains of the table, maybe it would go unnoticed by your next guard. You stood the chest of draws up and started carefully picking up the largest pieces from the mess, so far so good no unintentional cuts.

Piece by piece you placed in the draw trying your best not to make any noise, you were down to the last tiny pieces and in an effort not to be caught even the ones as fine a sand you picked up and placed in the draw. Once you had done the best you could you picked up the towel and picked any small pieces out of that, but you was lucky it was mainly clean. You pushed the draws back to the wall and heard the thing clatter as it slammed against it.

Quickly and silently you opened the draw and picked up a decent sized piece, at first you took it gently like you were holding a small fluffy animal, afraid to break its fragile bones. You moved to the smaller room and positioned yourself over the sink, in case your theory went horribly wrong and more realistically the memory you had encountered was really just a dream. You mustered up all the courage you could and in one quick burst of new found bravery you squeezed and down the blood came flowing into the sink, you cried out in pain dropping the glass in the sink, it crashed with a sickly wet thud. You weren't one for blood, in fact you had began to hate it over the past year, you wanted nothing to do with the stuff. Your eyes were prickling with tears but you forced them back in order to get a clear view of your wound.

You lowered your eyes, watched, waited the pain still burning through your hand. Once your eyes had locked on you noticed glass still stuck in your hand in places, but you didn't want to pull them out in case for some reason that would stop the process. After about thirty seconds of eagerly watching had passed you began to lose hope, still gritting your teeth as you watched the seething pain rush from your hands.

Your eyes tried to focus on the blood but it was starting to make you feel sick, you had almost given up hope when the smallest hint of a faded white light began to glow inside the scarlet liquid, you quickly turned on the tap and ran your hand under the water to wash off the blood, you stopped and watched again.

Then in that moment it hit you, the white light was binding together your skin, so rapidly a process which should take weeks was right there happening in front of your eyes. In a matter of seconds the cut became a scab and the pieces of glass which were once dug tightly in your skin had been forced out by the dim light and all the while you had no idea how you were doing it, it just sort of happened, like your body had a way to find an injury, latch onto it and start healing.

Finally, the burning stopped, the light faded and you were left with a scab just as you had the other day. You stopped and wondered if you could push it further, completely heal it, into nothing other than soft skin. But as much as you focused your energy it seemed a scab would do for now.

For the first time you looked down at your pooling blood in the sink, being trapped from going down the plug by the glass. You lifted it up in your other hand and rinsed it , then you proceeded to wash down the remains.

You moved back to the bigger room and took the towel, wrapping it around one end of the glass, maybe a weapon wouldn't be such a bad idea, if you were planning an escape. Were you planning an escape?

You looked down at the clean glass, saw it gripped in your hand, were you planning murder?

It hurt to see what you were having to resort to, but if that was the only way to escape your confides and find someone who would talk then that is what you would have to do, surely?

New found courage within you, you walked to the door being sure to place your weapon somewhere save, down the side of the sofa seemed like an easy to reach secure location. You waved at the camera outside, in order to gain someones attention, it was a time like this you wished your new found 'super power' was actually a cloak of invisibility.

You walked back to your sofa and waited.

A/N Hello there!

Hope you liked this Chapter, I know it is small and I am sorry :( and I also know that Loki hasn't been in it for a while and I am sorry :( But HEY I have started working on the next Chapter and it may even be up this weekend!! YAY!! 

TTFN,

Els_Bels