Suddenly a tremor ran through your back, and you swiftly sat straight. Loki had left you alone in a room filled with bad and unpleasant memories, and it felt as though they were about to catch up with you... You looked over your shoulder to the space where Loki's bed had once been. You blinked once and a waterfall like effect rained down over your eyes. When it disappeared, a sharp gasp caught in your throat. You were transported back to that night...
The lights were so bright that they burned your eyes. The gasping sounds of... Who...? Who was it...? You blinked through the haze. You gasped loudly as he, The Teacher, pinned your clone to the bed. No... No, not again! You turned away and buried your head in your hands, trying to break this spell.
"No, no..." you mumbled to yourself as the struggle continued behind you. "This isn't real..." You squeaked as your twin fought against The Teacher. Something... you needed something to drag you out of it... Your eyes hurriedly scanned the room, trying to find somethi - - The fire... You could still feel the warmth of it on your skin even though in this 'reality', it was empty. You tightly closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to shake this living hell from your mind. It was in front of you... the fire... it is. It's there, right there! You opened your eyes. The fireplace was still empty... No... No.
"Then you shouldn't mind if I use you until I get my fill..." you heard The Teacher bark. Wait... Something crossed over your line of sight, and the raging fire within the fireplace returned. You thought you felt the presence of a hand on your shoulder, but in the limbo between dream and reality, it slipped from your mind. You were only left for a moment in that state, a presence next to you brought the last of your mind to Earth.
"Forgive me Dove. There was an issue the idiots couldn't handle without me..." Loki said as he all but collapsed onto the couch next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Did you sleep well?" he asked, placing the book you had moved to the coffee table on his knees. The lights returned to normal, and overwhelmed everything but the fire in front of you.
"Yes..." you murmured softly, not really paying attention to him. What was that...? It was such a strange, yet familiar sensation... A dream, but while you were wide awake... Your brows furrowed... Where had you felt it before?
Loki glanced over to you, your eyes were lowered, but you could feel his calculated gaze on you. The raven haired man leaned forward and placed his chin on your shoulder.
"I know you've been through a lot of late, but that doesn't excuse rudeness..." he whispered into your ear, making you shudder. You turned to face him,
"I'm sorry..." you could tell your voice was dull, you didn't intend it to be, but you just couldn't force any energy or emotion into it... Loki ran his hand through your hair and pulled you tighter against his chest.
"Try again..." Loki said, not half as menacingly as you had expected. Hesitantly you hooked your arm around his neck and leaned into him,
"I'm sorry..." you murmured again, tightening your grip on him slightly. Loki chuckled softly and rested his head on your own as he flipped through the pages of the book.