A Tale of Mischief and Mutants part 2

Weakness

—-Loki—-

As we return home Sam speaks quietly.

"I'm sorry."

I look at her in confusion. 'What is she sorry for?'

"I wasn't brave enough to do anything when that guy said those things."

Oh Sam, she showed more bravery than anyone with her background could ever be expected to. 'How is it that she seems so ashamed because of her well placed fears?' I bring her closer to me with one hand on her back and the other on her head I stroke her hair lightly.

"You did just fine love."

Despite the anxiety that I know seems to freeze her she had immediately stepped by my side and confronted the man albeit her voice was weak and wavering. Though she knew full well he was no real threat to me she'd been acting on her statement 'we take care of each other'. This was truly enough to dull the sharp edge of his words.

It's really all I needed looking at events like this now, someone to care enough to say something. I'm going to try not to let what they said ruin my feelings about the two women in the bookstore that clearly weren't afraid of me. The Friends of Humanity aren't a good reflection of the general population anyway. What really bothers me about all this is how they got to Sam, with one foul word they caused so much pain. Sam has leaned into me now and hugs me tightly.

"I wish I wasn't always so scared."

I guide us to our couch and sit down with her she curls herself up on my lap. I hesitate slightly at my next words they're true and it would help her to hear them to know she's not the only one of us struggling in that way.

"...I wish the same of myself."

She nods slightly, acknowledging my comment.

"I just feel so weak."

I nod and let that comment hang in the air for a moment before I reply with an upmost amount of honesty, I've been trying to be more open with her though I know I already am about most things I want to try even harder she's going to be my wife after all.

"I'm weak too..."

She moves slightly away from me and looks at me with surprise.

"Loki you're not weak you're the strongest person I know."

"How can you say that? You've seen me struggle. You've seen the pathetic mess I can divulge into based solely on emotions."

She puts her hand on my cheek

"Loki it is because of those struggles you are so strong..."

I let her words sink in she makes sense... but I can't see myself as strong though I pretend to be. ...however she hasn't applied her logic equally...

"Sam, if struggles make you strong then your strength rivals that of Banner."

She stops for a second seeming just as thrown off by the notion as I was. I then see a small smile play on her lips as she leans into me again.

"Then we were both wrong."

I smile to myself as well even if I can't wrap my own head around the idea she sees me as strong and it's not because of my facade of fake confidence it's because of me... the real me with all my vulnerabilities and imperfections.