Powerlessness ( Loki x Reader )

XXXIV.

"Is this death?"

"No."

"What is it then?"

"What was it last time?"

"What?"

"Last time. What did it feel like?"

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"What did what feel like?"

"Euphoria. What did it feel like to not exist?"

"It felt like misery. I was nothing."

"And you're not now?"

"I have a body."

"We, have a body."

"You have a body."

"I am the body."

"Rise and shine, cadet!"

~ (Y/N) ~

Large hands tugging at my sides as my feet curled at the draft that accompanied the A.C. I groaned and shooed the assailant away. "It's Sunday morning.." I grumbled. "This is literally my only day off.."

"Yeah, and it's the only day you and I get any free time. Now, up and Adam!"

"Mr. Rogers...?" I grumbled. "Mhh...Five more minutes."

"You said five more minutes half an hour ago, bud." He jeered. "Come on, it's almost twelve!"

Numb to his childlike whining, I mumbled a few incomprehensible words before finding myself drifting back to sleep. Almost encompassed by the warmth of slumber. I had nearly found myself in the process of dreaming. That is, before I was knocked awake by the face of a lunging pillow.

"What are you doing?" I giggled.

"Adroit ~" "Whomp!" "Maneuvering!"

"Oh my-" "Whomp!" "Mr. Rog-" "Whomp!" "Whomp!" "Fine! Okay! I'm up! I'm up!" I laughed.

"Yes! Alright, now hurry up and get dressed."

"Get dressed?" I yawned. "What? Why? Are we going somewhere?"

"You know it!" He clapped. "I wanna show you something. ~ Come on! Come on!"

I snickered as I climbed out of bed. "Mr. Rogers, the last time you said you wanted to show me something we ended up in a 7/11 parking lot, where you very expressively ranted about how offhand the city is with "Natural scenery" and "My old stuff."" I quotated with my fingers.

"Hey! That property is mine and they know it! I should have every right to demand it be torn down!"

"It was a tree you wrote your name on when you were nine, Rogy. ~ it's sad, but not worth the 45 minute tangent."

"That's up for discussion. - Anyways~" He inflected. "This is much different. Something - Someone, I've been meaning to introduce you to for a long time."

"Oh?" I said as I walked into the bathroom. "That so? Well, who ever it is I'm sure I'll be pleased to meet them. Though," I gargled a shot of mouthwash. "Not so much on an empty stomach. Can we at least have breakfast first?"

"Way ahead of ya. Got a hot bag of Chick-fl-A sitting pretty in the car. Now, hurry- Oh! And wear something nice!" He rushed before the sound of the door closing rang audibly into the bathroom.