《Thrown into Marvel (Loki Fan Fic)》What kind of joke is this?
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I awoke in a hospital room. Loki is by my bedside. Loki looks exactly the way I first met him except in clothes matching this current era of Earth. I had my hand on the side of his face. Wait, how did that happen? The side of Loki's cheek feels soft and yet the edges still had a prince appeal to them.
"Loki," I said, looking at him oddly. "You look older."
Loki has a small laugh.
"Natasha," Loki said as my hand slid off. "I reassure you; I have not changed at all."
Natasha?
Who the hell is Natasha?
"Who?" I ask, puzzled at Loki's reply.
"Uh me," Loki said. "Obviously."
I frown just unable to understand why he's acting this way.
"No," I said. "Who the hell is Natasha?"
"You." Loki said.
"I am not Natasha," I said. "Not who you think."
"I am pretty sure you are," Loki said. "No one's ever not who they are, except for me, and you're not that far into what I am in."
Loki is puzzling me.
"Okay," I said, narrowing my eyes. "What are you in?"
Loki is stumped what to exactly say.
"Uh..." Loki said. "...Magic!"
I stare at Loki.
Is this the same man I pointed out to that he's wearing forged boots?
"Usually you would have a smarter response than that," I said. "But then again; you're not a computer."
"Natasha, you're confused." Loki said.
"My name is not Natasha," I said, letting my hand down. "My name is Emily."
Loki is puzzled as he turns his head over towards the man at the other side of the bed.The man had a name tag reading Doctor Case.I can tell he had recently walked in because the door had closed a couple seconds ago.
"Doctor, has Natasha lost her memory?" Loki asks.
"No," Doctor Case said. "She's just acting unusual."
"I am always this way!" I said. "My name is Emily Strange."
"You should get some rest." Doctor Case said. "Getting hit at the head by Ultron isn't something easy to come out of."
I stare at the man and then towards Loki.
"I am not in tunnel, am I?" I ask.
"No, Natasha, you're not." Loki said. "You're in a hospital."
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I can feel an aching pain in my chest.
"My chest," I lean forwards clenching at it. "It hurts."
This is one wacky dream.
"The painkillers should be working," Doctor Case said, as Loki heads towards the door. "You're only feeling the first effect."
Besides, who the hell is Ultron?
I put my head back on the pillow feeling something curling tightly inside me. Loki went out the door—probably because he thinks I am this 'Natasha' in the hospital. I take my hand off the shirt then grab a mirror while Doctor Case continued speaking about how long I've been out.
My hand is trembling as I saw in the mirror someone else staring back at me.
This is Natasha, a chick with red curly hair and a heart shaped face.
"It's okay for some confusion after waking up from a head trauma," Doctor Case said. Loki went out the door then closed it behind him gently. "You need time to recover," I saw Loki's figure disappear down the hall. "And that's what you will be getting.Ultron was taken down by Vision."
I look up towards Doctor Case.
"I don't belong here." I said, ominously.
"Uh yes," Doctor Case said. "You do belong here."
I shook my head putting down the mirror on my lap.
Tight pain is something I can hide easily. Not many people can tell I am in pain until I begin showing.
"Doctor Case," I said. "I was on Bouvet Island on July 16th, 2013. I was in there with a couple of other people who I fear are not going to survive the entire tour when there is face hugging aliens crawling about. Your patient is currently asleep and I am possessing her."
"You are not on Bouvet Island." Doctor Case said.
"Exactly why I said 'was'." I said.
"Being possessed is a supernatural related myth." Doctor Case said.
I shortly smile at Doctor Case's reply.
"I am a myth." I said. "For I am a Rock Giant of the realm Boulderheim; a now extinct realm."
"There is—" Doctor Case started to say but I interrupted him.
"I am not done." I interject. "I was facedhugged, and I am currently experiencing an out of body experience. Do you wanna know something that Natasha can never imagine? Try being around a teenage version of Loki and a child version of him."
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Doctor Case study's me being silent for a few minutes.
"Facehugged is a term not many people are aware," Doctor Case finally said. "Except for the people who have survived to tell the tale.Few people can tell me they've faced against a lethal creature and got pregnant by it and survived the chest busting."
I feel my face being drained of blood.
"Chest busting?" I ask.
Doctor Case nods.
"Yes," Doctor Case said. "Leave Natasha's body and go back." He puts both hands on the front bed post. "You can feel your body but not Natasha's body in what I can assume is a...timeline cross.This Loki has not heard of you."
The tight pain struck reminding me of my current condition.
I lean forwards feeling myself tremble.
"So," I said. "Doc, you're telling me I am dying and I have to go back to witness what will come out?"
"I am." Doctor Case said.
God, is this how I am suppose to end?
"I..." I said. "Don't know how to leave."
"You do know how to go," Doctor Case said. "You know it."
I glance up towards Doctor Chase.
"This is a different timeline," I said. "Not all timelines share the same events....right?" The pain becomes harder and harder. "So; hypothetically...give me a theory as to why I AM IN THIS timeline and not in my body. I awoke with Loki by the bed."
"Well," Doctor Case said. "Maybe you were sent here for a reason. Maybe you were sent here to make Loki remember something; something forgotten." I imagined Loki going into an empty room remembering something but only a figment. My imaginary Loki used magic to shut the door instead of using his hand on the doorknob. I imagine Loki pacing back and forth in the room muttering to himself about the little puzzle trying to put it together as little things began to return into his memory. "You were not sent to the others—but just this one—because maybe this Loki is one you know."
I struggle to breath as the pain is coming to my throat.
"He's not a adult yet," I manage to speak. "Not yet." Something feels terribly wrong. "...Tell him; tell him what I told you, please." A gut feeling told me that Doctor Case could be the biggest piece to actually solving the problem. "Please."
In my imagination Loki came to a stop as the pieces came together.
Though Doctor Case got a 'light bulb' moment.
"Different appearance, same person only from..." Doctor Case takes his hand off the board. "Your future!" He seemed to be ecstatic by his theory. "Maybe some one with power on time did something to you and Loki was fortunately able to walk away but with the price he wouldn't remember you. This sounds plausible enough for the second personality."
I wanted to argue back at Doctor Case that I don't have Multiple Personality Disorder but it feels like my air-ways are blocked.Something wanted to come out badly. My back meets the bed.I wanted to clear my throat but it did not happen since something is determined on getting out. Doctor Case goes to a red phone. I can feel my body is trembling in reality when Natasha's body is still as a leaf. Natasha's body is convinced what I am feeling is happening to it; and we're two different people.
I look over to the side as my view is darker and darker.
The door slides open.
"Wait," I heard Loki's voice. All I can see is the doorway being blocked by a darkening mass. "I remember something about the name Emily and Pepper-spray!"
Pepper-spray is the thing that Loki associates to me.I am not sure if that's a good thing to be remembered by pepper-spraying Loki's face. Loki came over to the other side looking down towards me. Everything is getting darker and darker enough Loki's eyes stood out. I had a feeling whatever happened to him hasn't happened to me yet.
"Emily," Loki said. His green lagoon eyes are full of wonder, curiosity, and interest."Why?"
I really wanted to say 'I keep my word' at Loki's face.
But then again I could not.
"Bouvet Island, July 16th 2013." Doctor Case said.
I can see a faint flicker of recognition in Loki's eyes.
"...Are you saying she's from that time frame?" Loki asks.
"Yes." Doctor Case said.
"It hasn't happened yet." Loki said. "I remember now,I remember all of it."
"Quite right," Doctor Case said. "...say what?"
"I remember that promise." Loki said.
Then it all turned into darkness.
What promise did I ever make?
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