Yes I did have another dream last night, a sequel to the past one and it was more of a nightmare then a dream. And seriously I am making none of this up. I am actually terrified of Loki now, even when I watch the trailer.
I was standing for some reason against a wall in what looked like London, I was watching as the last of the people disappeared. I was not cold even though everything seemed to be covered in a thin sheet of ice. And then I saw him. He was wearing black pants, with a black button up shirt, a grey over coat and a green and white scarf.
He was heading in my direction but his head was down and he seemed not to see me, I pushed myself from the wall and made my way towards him, he turned down an alley and I followed. It was so dark you could hardly see anything and suddenly I felt his icy arm hit me across my face and knock me to the ground. I collapsed on the ground without a cry and stayed where I was, watching him through a veil of hair. He was smirking.
“You are stupid! Thinking you could sneak up on a God!” he knelt beside me, hand on the back of my neck, he had a fistful of hair and yanked my head up.
I gasped and said through my teeth, “Sorry, I thought you were Thor.”
“What did you say to me?!” he yanked my head and I fought back a cry.
“Oh, I touched a tender spot didn’t I?” I grinned, I was teasing him and it was working.
“Do you wish to die?” something had crept into his voice but I ignored it.
“Sometimes I think of it but I am having a good day today, so no not right now. But I’ll call you when I do,” I elbowed him right between the legs and he released me with a cry. I got up and spun around aiming a kick at his face but he grabbed my leg and threw me down the alley where I landed with a crunch on the stone.
I cried out and tried to get up but he was over me before I could move. He had that damned black knife and put it to my throat. I still had a mark from our last encounter. He traced my collarbone with it, and I writhed and screamed as the cut the skin. He laughed at my agony. I glared at him, eyes full of hatred. Then I just became still. Literally I became blank of emotion, numb all over.
Loki froze and rested the blade on my cheek, “Don’t try to act foolish little girl. Scream and I shall make it quick. Try to be a hero like my idiotic brother and I shall make things very painful for you,” as if to emphasize his point he sank the blade into my abdomen. I did not flinch.
“Unlike you, I’m not afraid to die,” I hissed. His green eyes darkened. I saw the look on his face, he was going to kill me now. And make sure he tortured me long enough so that I was a broken mess.
Then I heard voices and Loki and I both froze. “Over there!” “I heard the screaming over there!” “Thank you!” “Trista!” the voice belonged to Tony Stark if that was even possible. How did he find me? I wondered.
Loki bent his head down, lips brushing against my ear, blade still against my cheek. “Until next time.” and he was gone. Once he was gone, I began to cry. Tony came up to me and hugged me close, trying to stop the bleeding that had spread across my entire chest.