Like a whole new beginning pt.5
A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting in a while but I’m on summer vacation and I’m doing a lot of traveling and activities with friends and family and don’t have much time over for my hobby that is writing. I promise I will try to post more though!! this is the anticipated fifth part of my series and I think there is only going to be one more so stay tuned fort that! thank you all for your patience! also, a big thanks to @naomiiiiiiiiiii04 for giving me some ideas and @jilldsumner for the wonderful comment!!!
Warnings: None? maybe some angst
This evening can not be described as anything less than a disaster. Loki had after much persuasion gotten Thor to change out of the ridiculous outfit, but he insisted in keeping the beanie, claiming it was one of the most comfortable headpieces he had ever had adorning his head. A head that Loki after tonight, is sure that Thor have never used as more than just a hatrack.
They had been off to an awfully good start by arriving half an hour later than the appointed time. Jane and Darcy had not looked happy where they were seated, mindlessly chewing on two, very dry, breadsticks. As the night proceeded, Thor had gotten slapped by Jane in various places so many times that Loki had straight up lost count. Darcy had gone home with a red dress instead of the green one she was sporting from the beginning thanks to a very clumsy waiter filling up their wine glasses, and Loki himself had been stared at the whole evening like he was some sort of exotic animal in a zoo.
Just as he had suspected, the only thing keeping him from just leaving the restaurant and his “company” in the dust was what he had told himself before leaving his room. You are doing this for Embla. She is not going to be thrown out on the street again and left to die in the cold, she is depending on you. And as he flopped down on his bed he could only be described as, worn out, tired and frustrated, he was in lack of better words exhausted. Loki released a deep sigh as he straightened up and started to undress one piece of clothing at a time. Several minutes had passed before he realized his helmet was empty and his room was quiet and unmoving.
She must be here somewhere he thought. But as it turned out, she wasn’t. He had turned on each and every piece of furniture he owned, cushions, trinkets and books alike. Not a single thing was left untouched, but Embla was nowhere to be found. This lead Loki to enter a certain area in his mind that he had thought himself to have closed a long time ago. The room of panic, despair and fright. All emotions he had inflicted on others, but thought himself immune to thanks to all the years of his father’s torment. His feelings just confirmed a hunch he had nursed since he first found Embla in that bush. He loved her. And he couldn’t go back to living a life without her in it.
He exited his room for the second time that night, he had to find her and unless she had grown a pair of wings she had to be somewhere on this floor, all he had to do was to find out where. But in his hurry Loki forgot something very important. He forgot he wasn’t living alone. He shared this building with some very… special people. People that would not be too happy to find out that he had kept a secret from them, especially not a living secret. While that was a minor obstacle he had to get over at some point he may have wanted to remember the fact that in this building that he shares with said people, have security cameras everywhere.
He started his search in a quiet and slow manner, not wanting to catch someone else's attention. He was thorough, going from room to room whisper yelling the name of his beloved friend in hopes of her to simply come out from whatever hiding place she had found. A good place at that. It was like she had simply vanished from the face of the earth, a phenomenon with which Loki was very familiar. Suddenly he found himself understanding how Thor must have felt all those times he had just disappeared without telling his brother a single word. All the nights he had spent in hiding and all the times his brother had expressed the worry he had harboured in his absence. It all made sense. But he didn’t like this feeling. Not one bit.
Loki searched his whole floor. Twise. But Embla was still nowhere to be found, the feelings of desperation and despair only grew with each passing second that he was separated from his one, and only, friend. He was starting to give up. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. Maybe she didn’t disappear, perhaps she simply left. The possibility that yet another “person” that he cared about had abandoned him was a thought he didn’t want to even consider, but the more time he spent searching and the more times he came up empty handed, the more he started to believe this to be true.
He admitted defeat after many and long hours spent searching after someone who clearly didn’t want to be found. At least not by him. with his head hung low and his body heavily dragging itself back to his room he gave up. Loki was one to rarely give up, but one can only go through so many complexities before you start to question yourself from the very core. As he once again walked over to his bed Loki sunk down on the soft mattress, running his hands through his hair and pulling on the loose strands, a motion he repeated over and over again until it looked more like a bird’s nest than the hair of a prince. It was as if he believed that the pain would wake him up from this nightmare. But it never did.
The familiar voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y dragged him back down from whatever place his mind had taken him to and alerted him that the whole team required his presence in the common area immediately. Loki wasn’t in the mood for socializing. Especially not with the man who claimed to be his brother but still wanted to take away his last sliver of happiness in this god forsaken realm. Nonetheless, he started his journey down to the right floor. The elevator ride was agonizingly slow, he felt like he was standing in the moving metal box for decades instead of minutes and the closer he got to his destination, the more his temper started to make itself known.
He wasn’t in the mood for this today. They could go on their blasted missions all they want but they can’t make him come along against his will. Well… technically they could since it was one of the conditions he had agreed to upon his arrival here, but he is the god of mischief, magic, mayhem and lies and he would show them just how powerful he is.
When the elevator door slides open he was so riled up one could have thought he was about to fight a war. For him, maybe that's exactly was he was about to do. He was going to beat his brother all the way down to Hel for not keeping his promise and leaving Embla alone, of course she didn’t leave him, It must have been Thor's doing. Or that was what he told himself before stopping short in his tracks. Because before him stood all the members of the Avengers. And one white, very small and blind looking kitten.
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