Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

15

I tuck my helmet under one arm, shoving my keys into my pocket and walking out towards the edge of the plateau I'm standing on. The entry sign to the Theodore Roosevelt national park is a few metres back, glowing bright gold in the mid-day sun. I know that the national park is somewhat a tourist destination in North Dakota, but I just need space to clear my head and this is as good a spot as any. Besides, when I took off from the house I headed this way, and after forty-five minutes of straight driving I felt calm enough to stop.

"Fuck!" I yell into the valley below me, listening to the echoes bounce off the tall rocky hills of the Badlands. I hug my jacket closer, the wind up here is freezing. In my pocket, my cell phone vibrates and I idly wonder who it could be. I pull it out and look at the number, then put it to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask, still wondering who this is.

"Is this (Y/N)?" a familiar voice asks.

"Yeah," I say, "is this Ben?"

"Yeah," he sounds relieved, "there are people going around, asking if anyone's seen you."

"How do you know they're looking for me?" I ask, dread congealing in my gut.

"They've got a photo, and they're calling you (Y/N) Williams."

"What does the photo look like?"

"It's you, but no piercings and you have (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair."

"Fuck," I turn around going straight back to my motorbike. "Did you tell them anything?"

"No, why?"

"Oh my god thankyou so much," I breathe. "Listen, I need you to pretend you've never met me, and stay low. Get a weapon and get out of there if you can. Now."

"What the hell is going on?" he sounds frantic, and honestly I don't blame him.

"This is weird, I know," I say, "but just trust me, ok? And don't call me again until they're gone."

"Ok," I can basically hear him frowning, "something tells me you're gonna need good luck."

"Nah," I shrug, even though he can't see me, "just a couple of guns." I hang up, then shove the phone in my pocket at jump on my bike, heading straight back to my place. Hopefully I'll make it in time.

I skid to a stop a few metres from my driveway, getting off and pulling out the gun I keep stashed under my seat. I carefully flick the safety off, holding it at the ready and advancing towards my house. I stay low, just in case, and keep an ear out for any noise. So far, so good. I keep going, my grip tightening on the gun as I get ready to round the corner of the fence where I can see my house clearly, and where anyone in my house can see me. I spin out, straightening and holding the gun at the ready, my finger on the trigger. Nothing.

"Loki?" I shout, still with the gun up. A face appears at the window, and he steps out onto the porch with his hands raised.

"What are you doing with a gun?" he asks, tentatively, but I don't answer. I flick the safety catch back on and shove it into my waistband, then run up the driveway and grab his arm.

"I gotta get out of here," I say, dragging him inside, "and you shouldn't stick around either."

"(Y/N), wait," he stops me as I go to a draw, grabbing my box of fake IDs and dumping it on the table.