Loki's fall (sequel to loss and Loki)

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down

"I don't give a shit if you were 'just watching over me' or not I didn't ask for you to get your little bootlicker to keep guard over my house. And I definitely didn't ask you to get him to fall in love with me." I snapped harshly into the phone as I sat against the pillows in bed watching each second climb closer to one AM.

There was an exhausted sigh on the phone that dripped with irritation on Fury's end, but I truly couldn't find it in me to care as I awaited his reply.

"I'm pretty sure you did that one all on your own." He muttered wearily, his tone laced with a quiet agitation.

"Well that's fucking dumb I was a complete dick to him."

"Wilson you're a complete dick to everyone."

....

"I-.... that's not true."

He sighed again and I could practically see him rubbing his forehead in irritation as he tried to find the patience to deal with me. I kept waiting for him to ask me why I was currently housing the criminal who'd fucked everything up two years ago, but it never came so I assumed Sebastian had kept his lips sealed.

"I can't promise that I won't watch over you agent, but I can assure you, you'll never have to physically encounter any of my other agents while I am doing so. Okay?" He bargained coolly and I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to tell him I was planning to move to Iceland, away from SHIELD's prying eyes. That was, if it happened there weren't any SHIELD agents in Iceland, but I couldn't be completely sure.

"Sure, fine, whatever. But stop calling me agent. You and I both know that's not applicable anymore."

"Force of habit. My apologies."

"Bye, Fury."

I hung up and flopped on my bed feeling less than satisfied as per usual. It was a swelteringly hot night once again and so I had little option on what to do other than lie splayed out across the sheets feeling sorry for myself until the sun came up again. I knew for a fact that I wasn't about to tackle the very prominent issue, that had displayed itself to me, yet as I barely had the brain capacity to carry on functioning normally.

That being said, given that this issue was now a largely eminent feature of my life now , I'd have to eventually figure it out.
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What to do about Loki

I'd been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, finding myself more and more uncomfortable every time I moved. I nearly screamed in fury when I finally looked back at the clock to see that seemingly only thirty minutes had passed on the space of a what felt like a day within my chaotic, hyperactive mind.

Sleep was as distant as ever. It cackled at me from the shadows as it tended to those who truly deserved its loving caress, and I was left burning in my own sin as the tormenting silence raised a cacophonous chorus of shrill thoughts around me that wouldn't die down.

Fuck this

I sat bolt upright, folding out the irritated creases that had lined my brow as I yawned and relaxed my tensed face. It seemed the infamous alcohol cupboard was a safe bet for getting through my insomnia tonight. I just hoped I hadn't completely finished my stock of vodka yet.

I padded out of my room, being careful to skip over the floorboards that I knew would alert the whole damn country of my presence and cringing when the feeling of deja vu kicked in from my childhood memories. I pushed the sudden anxious nausea down within me and ignored the immediate feeling that apprised me to be silent, light footed and sly so as not to get caught. I had to remind myself that I wasn't a child anymore. That my parents wouldn't catch me this time and that I was most definitely an adult, with intense defensive training.