I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the blades whirling in the sky. I had forgotten where I was. I thought I was back on the ship for a second, then it all came back like a tidal wave. Phil was dead. I still couldn't believe he was. He was a child, stuck in an adult mind. He was always so gentle and ecstatic that he got to meet Captain America. Tears filled my eyes with these thoughts of my innocent cousin, causing rage to rise within me as I thought about Loki. Why was I attracted to him? Why couldn’t I get angry at him?
I stood up from my seat, watching the window for a split second. We were over an ocean, filled with the dark abyss called night. I wondered what time it was. Due to everyone lose asleep, except for the pilot, and the fact that it was still dark, I judged it was around midnight or 2 o' clock. I moved away from the window, heading towards the cockpit. The pilot was carefully observing the tanks of gas and the direction of wind. He was tapping monitors and pressing buttons, all the while steering the aircraft. I cleared my throat, hoping not to scare him
"Oh, morning," the pilot greeted, his eyes glued on the controls in front of him.
"Good morning," I replied, smiling brightly even though he wouldn't see it. "Do you know where we currently are?" He paused for a moment, staring at a monitor.
"Um....we are about 2 hours until we hit Great Britain, and in about 8 we will hit New York," the pilot responded after this short pause. I nodded.
"And what time is it currently?" I wondered.
"2:30 exactly," the pilot answered, typing in a quick code, and then pulled at the controls. "Mind yourself, we are about to hit minor turbulents. I suggest you strap yourself in, it's going to be a bit bumpy." I nodded a second time, heading back to my seat. Before I could even sit down, my eyes wandered to the back of the aircraft. Loki was lying on three seats, with his head propped up on a large pillow. His eyes were closed, and he was lightly breathing. I smiled weakly, and walked back to him. I knelt by his side, taking his hand in mine. I could feel the helicopter begin to rumble in protest of the storm. I held on tightly to the sets, but I didn't move from my kneeling position. I wanted to stay with Loki. The plane suddenly bumped, making me jump up from my seat, then back down on my knees. I must have squeezed Loki's hand too tightly, because his eyes fluttered open as he wrenched his hand back.
"Oh...sorry," I whispered, wrapping my arms around my knees. Loki sat up at the sound of my voice, grinning happily.
"It's alright!" he said, moving his legs down, gesturing me to sit down beside him. I sat down, without hesitation and strapped myself in. Following me, Loki did the same.
"Sir!" called the pilot from afar. "I'm afraid we reached a lightning storm!" Loki frowned deeply, beginning to sweat nervously.
"They are coming," Loki hissed, standing up. Well, he didn't actually stand up. He forgot the fact that he was strapped in, and groaned as the belt constricted his lower part. I placed a hand over my mouth, trying to hide a grin as he walked up to the cockpit. I heard them talk. The pilot was trying to convince Loki to pull the aircraft down on a close by island so that they could make it to New York after the storm had stopped. Loki said to keep going, even if that meant that they would have to drive closer to the water. I was slightly worried about this. I couldn't imagine drowning in a deep ocean. That would be my nightmare. Loki finally walked back and plopped down, sighing deeply in frustration.
"It's going to be alright," I said, reassuringly rubbing his arm. "I bet it's just a storm! The ship is far away." Loki looked at me, smiling gently as I tried to calm him down.
"You are just what I need," he said, patting my hand lightly. "Someone to calm me down when I'm stressing...where were you all my life?" I laughed, gently.
"I have no idea!" I smiled, greatly. The plane began to creak, in utter most frustration as we kept going. There was a moment of silence between us as we listened to the plane.
"..Do you trust me?" Loki asked, breaking the silence. I looked down, thinking. I could trust him, but then again, I trusted him about not killing Phil. Look where that got us.
"I..I really don't know," I sighed, lightly pressing my palm against my cheek as I thought. "It's kind of 50/50 right now. I trust you, but then again I don't."
"Good, smart," Loki nodded. I would have asked him about that answer, but I decided against it.
"What are we going to do in New York?" I asked, changing the subject quickly before I asked another cheesy question.
"Well, we are going to..." Loki paused, gently biting his lip as he thoughtfully stroked his chin. I raised an eyebrow, laughing slightly. "Just go see the town. I always have wondered about New York."
"Interesting!" I smiled, leaning my head onto his shoulder. "What do you admire about it?"
"The fact that you are going to be with me," Loki answered, sweetly as he blushed.
"Aw...that's sweet," I smirked, gently kissing his cheek. Little did I notice that Loki sighed and crossed his fingers beneath his back.307Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRmqazchos4
