Eye of the Beholder (Loki Love Story)

Chapter 2 More to the Story

The rest of the day I move around the room, memorising everything the best I can with the lines I can see as I unpack my things and move around. It's quite a nice room and yet I wish I could see it, see it all. But as I wonder around, I end up thinking about this Loki who is staying on my floor and everything I know about him.

I was in the hospital when the attack of New York happened and Tony told me all about how Loki attacked with his army of Chitauri. And how during this battle, Loki changed to their side after seeming to snap out of this Thanos's control. He got properly beat up by the Hulk to snap him out of it and was more than willingly to help and he did, he closed the portal. But none of them apart from Thor believed the mind control thing and I heard he went back to Asgard with his brother. Now it seems he is banished here and stuck with me, on his floor.

Even though I know I shouldn't, I kind of feel bad for him and I know it must hurt. To be controlled, forced to do something you didn't want to do and lose your family. Lose your family and your home and get banished to a foreign realm. Poor Loki. It must hurt to be stuck here and to be alone. At least even with my blindness, I still had my brother and my home. He has nothing and yet I think there must be more to the story.

Shaking my head, I push those thoughts aside and leave my room and go into the kitchen/living room. I begin cooking spaghetti bolognaise with Jarvis's help and I have made loads extra so that there is some for Loki. He might be a god and Tony might want him to keep his distance but he still needs to eat. Jarvis mixes it all up together and puts it in a massive dish, putting it all on the table. As well as plating up the table for two but just fills my bowl until Loki arrives.

I sit at the table as I begin to eat, missing being able to see my food. But I've barely started eating when I hear footsteps coming into the room and stopping abruptly. Must be Loki.

"Hello? Loki isn't it?" I speak up, catching his attention.

He moves closer to me and then I hear his voice, velvety but smooth, "You must be Katrina... I will just... leave..."

I focus on him and I can just see the tall outline of a man, "Loki you don't need to go. I have made more than enough food for two."

He moves closer to me, "Your brother insisted I stayed away from you."

"Yes I know." I gesture to the place in front of me, "But he isn't here and my brother doesn't control what I do. Now you going to come and join me? The food will get cold and even gods need to eat."

With that he gives in and comes over and joins me, sitting down opposite me. I hear him plating up his food and we both eat together, not saying much. I just have the one bowl but Loki has a few and I'm glad I made a lot. He is clearly hungry and I'm pleased I made loads. Once we have finished eating, Jarvis puts everything away as I finish my drink and Loki hasn't really said much. But at least he isn't running away and he seems to be alright.

Then he speaks up, "Thank you for dinner Katrina, you really didn't have to."

I shrug, "It's ok, it's only pasta and I always make too much."

"Well still, thanks." He whispers, "I'm sorry about what happened to you. Your brother seemed very worried about you."

I force a smile, "Thanks but I'm ok. My brother just worries too much about me, very over protective. So over protective. I am sorry he threatened you though."

This makes Loki chuckle, "I honestly don't mind. It's not the first time I have been threatened. He was just looking out for you. I get that. My brother is the same."

"Looks like we both have an over protective brother." I say with a smile, "Are you... are you and your brother still close? After New York?"

He is reluctant to speak but he does, "Surprisingly yes. He... he forgave me quite quickly for my actions."

I nod, fearing I have overstepped, "That's what brothers do."

"Why are you being nice to me?" He asks me, shocking me slightly, "Surely your brother told you everything about me, about what I did. I mean I tried to kill him and his friends and yet you are being kind."

"I wasn't here when New York happened. I was in hospitals having multiple tests." I explain, "But from what I have heard, you were mind controlled and when you were free, you helped stop what you did. So I'm not going to judge as I think there is more to the story."

He is speechless and doesn't say a thing, clearly not expecting such kindness from me. I just don't judge people when I don't know all the facts. From what I have heard, it sounds like he is the victim so I will be kind to him. Until he betrays me which I hope he doesn't as he seems nice to me. I just think a lot has happened and he has gone through a lot.

I smile as I put everything to one side, "I'm going to bed since I have missed sleeping in a normal bed. It's been a while, too many hospital beds." I get out my seat, "Night Loki, sleep well."

He nods, "Night Katrina... and thanks."

"You're welcome." I whisper.

Then I leave the table and easily make my way to my room and shut the door. Before I change into a fresh gown and go to bed. It's so comfy but I don't fall asleep straight away and just lay there thinking, thinking about everything.

I hate being blind. I hate being unable to see and it drives me mad. I hate that I am laying in a comfy bed and I can't even see the colour of the duvet or what's in this room at all. I can't read or write or study any of the sciences like I want to. It's killing me that I can't enjoy the things I love and I have no idea what to do next. Am I just going to spend each day wasting away in this room? On this floor and unable to do anything at all?

Then there is Loki and I think he is fucked up like I am. It sounds like he has a difficult past and clearly there is more to the story about New York. He hasn't even been shown any kindness so much that he was shocked when I was nice to him and didn't judge him. I know Tony told me to keep away from him but I won't. I won't treat him like they do... like a freak... like I am.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I bury my head into the pillow and let the tears fall before going to sleep, wondering what is the point of living anymore. I just want to die and yet I have to stay alive, a freak with powers and I want to die. Why did I have to survive?