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

60- Twin Souls, Twin Scars

OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE, FOREVER TO WRITE THIS CHAPTER. LIKE IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY HOW LONG I'VE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING.

AND OMG, I NEARLY CRIED AT LIKE FIVE DIFFERENT PARTS. FAIR WARNING.

~Music~

1st Part- And He Shall Smite the Wicked (Hunchback of Notre Dame) O.M.G. This song is PERFECT AND FEELZY.

2nd Part- Lily's Theme (Deathy Hallows, Pt. 2); Godric Hollow Graveyard (Deathly Hallows, Pt. 1)

Chapter Sixty

~Nobody's POV~

"N-no," cries Thea as she darts out of the way of Loki as he bounds at her, his dagger coming so close to her, she can see her frightened face reflecting in the mirror. "I don't want to fight you!"

He whirls around, his hair whipping partially over his face so that she can see one silver eye narrowing at her. There is no mercy there.

"Please," whispers Thea as he walks towards her. She begins to back up, taking out her own dagger and holding it out to him, "Loki, no."

He stops, standing in the middle of the room. Lightning crackles around him, throwing him into shades of black and white. The sword sheathed at his side glints. The terrible red scar on his face lights up, and Thea subconsciously reaches up to touch her own still-tingling cut.

She takes a deep breath. "Please. Think about this. Think about what you're going to do. This isn't you, this is Neidra, please please don't do this!"

Without a word, as a silent hunter, he regards her.

Then, he lunges, and Thea yelps, diving down onto the floor just as another roll of thunder sends the room in a vibrating rumble.

She's just in time to bring her dagger up before he sends his down on her. The metals clang and Thea kicks, striking Loki in the chest and sending him backwards.

Fire erupts from her fingers, sending up an inferno of a wall between her and Loki. She cries out as some of the flames spark up to hit her in the face, burning her cut, and she hears Loki's own shouts of pain.

Staggering backwards on the floor, she turns and runs, through the center of the room. She looks back-Loki has turned, sparks dropping out of his hair and from his face. His lips curl in a sneer of anger, and he stalks towards her.

Thea flees, running up the stairs along the massive table, clinging to the rail as she does. She reaches the center bridge one side filled with books and the other a rail overlooking the main part of the library.

Loki leaps up over the rail, landing in front of her in a crouch, his cape swinging around him.

She screams as he grabs her, sending her with a painful crack into the wall. Stars run through her skull, and several dusty books fall to the ground. She seizes a piece of mortar on the wall and, using it as a grip, jumps up and kicks forward, successfully hitting Loki's stomach so that he goes crashing down.

She runs around him, just in time to send another burst of fire at him, but with a flourish of his hand, the flames go up in a scorching steam, fogging him from her vision.

Her breath comes quickly, and her fingers are shaking as she looks through the thick steam. She coughs from the heat, blinking as her eyes water.

The dagger misses her by less than an inch, and only because Thea saw the shadow of Loki falling on her from behind. She turns, and uses his bent knee as a springboard, but he whirls, and she goes falling to the carpet, crying out as her skull hits the floor with a resounding crunch.