Freedom is...

iPods and Demons

To say I was concerned when Loki passed out in the van was an understatement. He had been so overheated that he had reverted to his Jouten form-- no doubt subconsciously, especially after what had happened the last time he had taken that form. When we got back to Jane's house, we laid him out on the bed in our room and practically covered him in ice packs. We were half tempted to call for medical assistance, but that would have landed us all in prison. All we-- mostly I-- could do was hope that he would be alright.

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When I awoke, I was covered in ice packs and I was incredibly thirsty. It took me a while to realize I was in Thor and I's  room at Jane's house, but I didn't remember falling asleep... Hadn't I left the house for something...?

I had the strength to move some of the ice packs off, but when I tried to stand, I ended up falling back onto the bed due to a sort of dizziness. 

As if on cue, Darcy came in with a glass of water and handed it to me, and I took it with a quietly muttered, "Thank you..."

"No problem," she replied, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "You were pretty out of it when we found you."

"How so?" I asked, then taking a long drink of the cool water.

"Well, first off, you were grinning like an idiot," she began sitting at the foot of the bed. "Which Thor says he hasn't seen since God knows when. Then, you started rambling on about someone named Colin, and you just looked kinda stoned until you passed out in the van."

I must've looked as confused as I felt, because she went on to explain that I'd started hallucinating because of the heat. But what really struck me is when she said, "And your skin was all blue and it looked pretty cool-- no pun intended." I'd turned into my Jouten form..

That lead me straight into thoughts about Asgard and mother... I didn't pay attention to anything she said after that, but I knew she was still rambling on. I was only broken out of my painful memories and hateful thoughts when she handed me some mortal device of hers. I simply stared at it.

"It's called an iPod," she explained. "These thingies--" she pointed to the chords dangling from the 'iPod', "-- are ear buds or headphones or whatever they're actually called." She put one of the 'ear buds' in my ear, which was quite odd because people don't normally try to shove random bits of wire, plastic, and rubber into your ear. Then music started playing. It actually wasn't... terrible.

"If you want to switch songs you click this button." She pressed said button and the song changed. The screen read "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)- The Proclaimers". I assumed that was the song title and the artist. She then pointed to a few more things like "Pause", "Play", etc, and then showed me the list of every song on her iPod-- which was a lot of songs. She said I could feel free to look up other music on 'YouTube', but I wasn't going to dare play with more mortal technology than was necessary.

"And... why exactly are you loaning this to me?" I asked as she stood. After all, what good had I ever done her. 

"Because you're probably going to be in bed all day, " she explained, opening the door, "And I'm not going to listen to you complain about boredom all day." And with a slight laugh and a smile, she left me to the sound of 'Imagine Dragons'.

The song was called 'Demons', and the lyrics were.. suprisingly relatable. So much so that I replayed it a few times, pondering what demons the imagined dragons fought. I knew what mine were... and I suppose it wasn't that great of an idea to let myself drift into deep thoughts of them either.

Freedom is having demons.

~AN~

GUESS WHO'S BACK? BACK AGAIN! GLOWSTICK"S BACK! AND YOU'RE PROBABLY DISAPPOINTED.

I've had this chapter written for months, tbh, I just didn't know how to end it so... I tried. I went back and reread part of What is Freedom to regain my writing style, and I noticed how many mistakes in plot and spelling and grammar I made and I am... so very sorry guys. 

I'm going to try to write more tonight,  post even, but I make zero promises.

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~DatGlowstickThoe