Till We Meet Again | Teaser
A/N: So I finally decided to post my fic on this site. And I hope you enjoy this small teaser. There will definitely be more Loki on the oncoming chapters (it wouldn’t be a Loki x OC fic without our beloved god of mischief). Feedback is very much appreciated! And thank you for reading.
Summary: While facing judgment on Asgard, the Allfather makes the decision to strip the god of mischief of all power and magic he once held; fortunately and to the trickster’s relief, his Aesir form is not taken away. Custody of his troubled brother is given to Thor, seeing this as a suitable punishment for his deeds, who’s called the Avengers tower his home for the past two years. Luna, Thor’s closest friend, meets the mischievous god for what she believes to be the first time; unbeknown to her, she and Loki had already met in the past during her childhood, around the time she had an imaginary friend quite similar to him. But the more time she spends around the trickster, the more she realizes that her imaginary friend from childhood might just be Loki himself.
Warnings: Slight abuse of medication (if you squint just a bit), small signs of trauma and mental illness.
I wanted to be mad. But not the dry blank-face kind of mad.
I wanted to scream, to make a scene, a tantrum, pull my hair…feel pain.
I wanted the self-destructive angry. The kind where you scream and want to throw things…the kind where you need to break something otherwise the flame deep within you consumes you. The kind of searing anger that ignites something deep within and your bones turn to stone. The anger that makes you feel no physical pain. The one that contorts your face and reddens it and turns your cheeks ablaze. The kind that makes you tremble, clench your jaw, stiffen your limbs. The kind that makes you cry. I wanted the kind of anger that doesn’t make you see red but black dots instead.
I wanted to be angry. But when the time came for me to let the fire lose… nothing came. Not a spark, not a scream, or a single tremble, nor dots in my vision…only a tear and one sob.
My body sat limply on the ground, eyes bloodshot and chilly from the few tears I was able to let loose. The flame was there, deep inside my broken soul, the anger was there… caged like a wild animal. The flame sparked and flickered burning bright. But my skin had become fireproof, so had my heart and my soul. I wanted to feel something, anything. But all I felt was hollow and empty. I was numb.
I stared blankly feeling helpless and alone. I hurt the ones who loved me most, thinking this would make the nightmares stop. I realized too late nothing changed… What…what had I done.
