(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters with Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson as the main characters - and also includes a Steve Rogers romance side story with... well you'll have to see :))))
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Once upon a time, there was...
"Shit," I curse and move past him, towards the base. I walk fast and go straight to the garage to find... the bike is missing.
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I stand there, infuriated. He wouldn't dare! But he did! I run my hand over my head to my ponytail in stress as I breathe hard. I roar in anger and slam my foot against the car in here, making a dent in it as I take out my frustrations. What is he thinking? What is he planning to do? Get to the Omega by himself? Destroy it without me? Where would that leave him? He would never get there without me! And if he did, he would get himself killed trying to destroy the Omega. Who knows what it can do?
Oh gods... he's going to die and it's all my fault.
I didn't want to disturb him?
I should have found him after wewokeup!
I can't believe this is happening.
I am breathing rather raggedly and I crouch down with my hands on my head.
"Esther," Thor's voice catches my thoughts as he walks into the garage.
"He's gone..." I mutter, not standing, turning, or even looking at him.
"Where has he gone, Esther?"
"I don't know," I almost sound on the verge of tears but I can't tell how I am upset... I think it's anger. "...this is all my fault."
"What's happening?" Pietro asks. I hadn't even known when he came in here.
"Loki's disappeared," Barton tells him.
"Oh great. The God of Mischief without someone to keep an eye on him..." he sighs.
Thor has as hand on my shoulder. "I do not think that is what we must worry of," he speaks grimly.
"If he left he's dead," I mutter.
They listen, staying quiet... and then I finally get up. "He's gone. He'll be dead out there without me, as I would be dead without him. He's abandoned me and I wasn't there to stop him. He's a dead man."
"He's not doomed. Loki can handle himself against some thugs," Clint tells me.
I laugh dryly. "If only that was all that was out there."
"What are you talking about, Esther?" Pietro questions.
I look at all of them who seem equally puzzled. "...You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I say, recalling each time I tried to warn them.
"I'm going to find Loki," Thor states sternly.
"No don't," I protest. "You'll never find him before the sun sets. And if you're out there after dark... Well I don't want to lose you too. We don't have a choice."
"Can't we use a ship to find him? How far could that bike go?" Clint asks.
"There should be tracks in the dirt. I can go," Pietro smirks from his super speed.
