Book One: Ch. 4

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Chapter 4: Macbeth
Loki's P.O.V.

So, apparently mortals actually volunteer at clinical centres and befriend patients. Something which, I was instructed to do.

I was assigned to accompany Agent Evans, as she recovered from an injury during her mission. Seems as though, I've come really far from jabbing my brother with my dagger; for practical humour. I quail a bit, as I reminisce what Thor said; that moment we were stealing the Grand Master's ship.

"You'll always be the 'god of mischief' but, you could be more."

The sentence looped in my mind for a minute.

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When I stepped into the medical department, Malinda had just finished a video call. She looked quite exhausted and uneasy. Probably because; of the wound that stained the gauze wrapped across her torso.

"Good Afternoon, Agent Evans." "Afternoon, Mr. Odinson." She replies, raising the sheets of the medical bed over her chest. "I've been assigned by Dr. Gert to keep you company while you recover." I explain. "Yah, I've been told."

"Please, have a seat." She offers. "Thank you." I smile, pulling the chair. "So, how are you feeling?" I ask, placing myself on the cushioned seat. "Umm, I could be better." She chuckles solemnly.

"Not to seem prying but, you seem rather disappointed." "Did the mission go well?" I continue.

She inhaled deeply. "When I fought subject three she had this look; like something else was acting and speaking through her." "I don't know but, her eyes told me something else." "I feel horrible for taking her life, knowing that she saved many herself." She explains.

"I understand where you are coming from." I reply. "Not many people know this but, I was under the influence of the mind stone; in the sceptre I used during the New York incident." "After I had it taken away I realized the casualties of my reckless ambition." "-and I am still learning the depths of the effects I had on people." "It's not your fault." I conclude. "Thanks." She smiles softly.

"I brought some books that my mother brought to me, when I was confined in Asgard." "I was wondering if I could read some aloud." I politely offer. "Of course." She accepts. "What's your favourite?" She smiles.

"Macbeth." I answer.

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