Chaotic Peace

2. The Death Eaters' Attack

       

        "What?" I exclaimed, "What? What the hell!"

        "Check your phone!" both of them said frantically at once.

        "Oh, I know! Give me a minute you two!" I almost shrieked at the two... Toms.

        It sounded weird, hearing their voices together- two versions of Tom Hiddleston or should I say Loki? They both looked at each other and, I noticed the guy who fell through my ceiling (Loki?) scrunch his nose as he stole a glance at Tom. All of it was utterly weird.

        I mean, they did look same. Exact same, except for the one who fell from the ceiling had jet black hair and shining green eyes; also, he was leaner than the guy who politely came in through the door. The one who came in through the door looked more like the Tom- curly, blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

         My head was spinning. Was I going mad or was I having a really crazy dream? I pinched myself to check whether it was a dream- a bright bruise on my forearm would remind me for days that it wasn't a dream.

        Finally, getting out of my thoughts, I looked at the two who stared at me probingly, waiting for something. Then I realised- oh, my phone.

       Check your phone- what a weird message for Becky to send me- if she had really sent it.

        I reached for it into the right pocket of my black jeans. Taking it out, I noticed a quite a dozen missed calls from Becky- screw you silent mode- among there, I noticed she had sent me a video message. I clicked on it and Becky's oblong face came into view.

        "Aris," she said, and it appeared that she was running, running down a parking lot? "Aris listen to me. The one with the black hair is Loki-" A lot of bangs and pops were going off in the background and Becky was practically yelling over the noise. "Yeah I know it sounds ridiculous- a lot of stuff is going to sound ridiculous when I tell you- if I ever get to tell you. The one in the funny outfit- it's really Loki- I'm not joking. Just trust him, trust him like you trust me- and this is no prank- I swear on the lost artefact- I-"

        Something bright whizzed past her and the next moment the camera went all blurry and the video message ended.

        I looked up at the two. My mind had gone absolutely blank. What the fuck did all this mean? Becky swore on the lost artefact- she wasn't joking. What the actual fuck. So, it meant that Asgard was real? Demi-Gods were real, real. And, doppelgangers were real too? What was happening around Becky? And, most important of all, why me?

       I walked to the sofa which was at the end of the wall near the balcony and slowly found myself sitting down onto it. I rubbed my face with my palms, trying to process it all.

        "Who are you?" I blurted out looking up at the guy who crashed my ceiling in spite of knowing the answer. I just wanted to hear it from his mouth.

        He sighed and went down on his knees, in front of me.

       Oh my God, I might just faint right now.

Rolling my eyes internallyat the voice, I looked at him.  "I know my lady, that it must be all very unusual for you-" I scoffed- unusual, he said. He continued anyways, "But, you have to trust me for, I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, Odinson, the rightful King of Jotunhiem and the Trickster, and I assure you that you can trust me and that you are safe with me-"

       "Wait!" I looked up in surprise, "What do you mean by safe with you? Also, I have a lot of-"

        Just then, the wall of my bedroom cracked.