Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

52- Stars

WHOO I DID IT!! DOUBLE UPDATE, CAN I HAVE AN AAAAAMEN?

Even though this chapter does give me the feels. You're going to love it and hate it all at the same time.

Chapter Fifty-Two

~Nobody's POV~

"No!" whispers Thea, running forward. Tripping on her skirts, she falls on the ground in front of Loki, and lifts up his face with her small, trembling hands. His eyes are closed, but Thea gasps in horror as she sees his cracked, bleeding skin, all of the slices and bruises, and the long, ragged gash that runs down almost the entire left side of his face, "No, no, no, no!" 

She touches his cheek, and as she feels his cold and pale skin, she feels her eyes begin to burn, "N-no! Loki, wake up! WAKE UP, you can't be dead, you can't be!" His head falls limply to his chest as she shakes his shoulders vigorously, tears now running down her cheeks in floods. "LOKI, no, no, open your eyes, are you listening to me?! OPEN THEM, OPEN THEM right now!" 

And then, he stirs. 

Thea gasps as he raises his head agonizingly slowly, as if the very movement pains him. His hair is still messed around his face, but now, Thea can see his green eyes blinking at her, full of pain, but full of something else. Fear. 

"T-Thea," he whispers, his voice raspy and grated. He licks his lips, ridding them of the dryness, "Thea, you–"

"Loki," she sobs, throwing her arms around his chest, not caring if she gets blood on her dress, "Loki, I thought you were dead, I thought you were gone! I–"

"Please, get away from here," he says, frantically, frantic for understanding and for obedience, "Listen to me, this is a trap, you need to leave, please, please go, my darling." 

"No," she shakes her head against him rapidly, "No, no, I won't! I'm not leaving you!" 

"Yes!" he exclaims desperately, "Yes, please, go, go, you can't stay here!" 

"I'm not leaving you! Look at what she did to you!" 

"And I would do it again, I would do it all over again if it meant saving your life," says Loki softly, pulling at the chains only halfheartedly, knowing that they will not give, "So please, for me, for me, you need to leave this place!"

"No." 

"Thea," he says, setting his jaw, "I'm not asking. Leave this instant, or–"

"No," she sobs, sitting back on her heels and looking up at him, "No, I won't. You can't tell me to leave. That's my choice." 

"Thea!" he pleads, his eyes wide, "Thea, I am begging you, get out of here!" 

"I won't!" 

"Oh, Thea," he groans, knowing that he cannot sway her, and then looks at her as if his heart is breaking and say softly, "Thea, look at you. You have stars in your pretty green eyes. How have I been so lucky, to have a daughter like you? You are absolutely gorgeous." 

Her lip trembles, and she wants to say a thousand things, but the only thing she can muster is, "I l-look like you." 

His mouth twists up in a small smile, the first real smile in a long time, "Did you just call me gorgeous, darling?" 

She laughs, and then chokes, and begins crying again. She reaches up and begins to yank on the manacles holding Loki's wrists against the wall. "These-" she pulls, "Have-" she pulls again, "To-" She grits her teeth, digging her bare feet into the ground, "Come-" She squeezes her eyes shut, "OFF!"