There are no men like me

Fading in and fading out

 I jostled awake , my eyes fluttering weakly. My limbs felt so heavy..and my eyes..Gods it felt like ten pounds of sand was weighing them down. I blinked tiredly..I tried to look around, everything felt so out of focus.

I turned my head to the side and found him , he was driving . I was curled up in the passenger's seat, my head leaning against the window...and my legs were outstretched towards his thighs. He must have noticed me moving because he spared me a sideways glance before looking forward out of the windshield again.

It looked so comical, he was still dressed in his leather armour and the way he was driving with his back straight , his hair flying about his face from the force of air from outside the open window ...He truly did look out of this world.

Darkness bled into my vision again, everything started turning fuzzy . I groaned pitifully , my eyes refused to keep open.

So exhausted...

Darkness welcomed me again.

The next time I woke , I wasn't in a car. My vision kept swimming in and out of focus as I blinked wearily up at a white ceiling. Where was I ?

A pressure descended upon my chin.I blinked hard trying to focus. I found myself staring into a pair of curious green eyes as he leaned over me.

Loki.

I groaned as he used his grip to tilt my head back.I tried to move his hand by swatting my arms, but I couldn't even lift them.

"Anastasia?" He questioned quietly, trying to get me to focus on him .

"Wha..doing?" My tongue felt as heavy as lead, I couldn't form a coherent sentence.I tried to shift but my body protested. I looked down to see a massive bruise decorating my chest. The abused mass was covered with a light golden layer of cream.

Was that aloe vera?

I remembered the fight in my apartment.. his shove to my sternum..him saving my life..

He was attending to my wounds? Couldn't he just magic them away ?

Where was my sweater?

"Go back to sleep."His voice was soft, which was different for him. I wanted to argue, I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to reprimand him for fucking drugging me. No way in hell was I going to listen to this..this psychopath .

But my body was already heeding his suggestion.

The familiar darkness enveloped me again.

When I awoke again, my brain was less hazy, my thoughts less scattered.The numbness in my limbs was gone..leaving behind aches and pains.

I shifted ,stretching out my legs. I was laying on an old rickety bed in what seemed to be an abandoned farmhouse.

"Ah, you're awake." I nearly jumped out of my skin.

He was standing a foot away, hands fidgeting with putting back together what looked to be an assault rifle.He was dressed differently now. The leather armour I had gotten used to seeing was gone, in its place was a plain black t-shirt that stretched distractedly across his toned chest.He wore similar tactical pants, and his slicked black hair were now hanging loosely about his face . The cuts he had on his face were gone, like they never had been there in the first place.

"I was beginning to think I had underestimated the strength of these midgardian potions"

"you drugged me !"