TW: Descriptive scene of panic attack. Skip to dotted line if this will make you uncomfortable.
Catch-up
"I would say she is ready to return to Jotunheim. If that is what you both wish to do, of course. Yous will always be welcome in Asgard." We heard Frigga say.
I can go home.
Present
After we had trained, we headed to the hall for our breaking of fast.
There were trays upon trays of meat, all seeming to be a different kind. There were dishes of boiled eggs and bowls of porridge. Horn goblets were all filled with ale, and everyone seemed merry.
I walked arm in arm with my father, Frigga walked infront of us. I saw a man sitting at a table. Long blonde hair, high cheek bones, thin pink lips, fair skin and cold blue eyes.
Yvor.
My eyes widened and my breath got caught in my throat. He's here, I thought.
I excused myself, saying I was going to the restroom. I rushed out of the dining hall and sunk against the wall outside of where everyone had gathered, the corridor was void of people.
My breathing came in sharp gasps, it felt like my lungs were caving in on themselves. My mouth ran dry and my head spun. My stomach felt queasy as I relived the feeling of his large hand wrapping around my throat, choking me until black spots danced in my vision.
Despite a thin sheen of sweat coating my deathly pale skin, I found myself shaking as I curled up to make myself seem smaller. Tears were streaming down my shivering form as my mind fell into a haze of old memories, none of which were good.
I clutched at my chest, hoping that somehow, despite my quick intakes of air, that I will be able to breathe properly again.
The hallway seemed to become much more narrow as I tried to focus on just one thing, but that task seemed almost impossible with the ever straitening corridor surrounding me. (Straitening is an archaic verb, a synonym of narrow/narrowing)
The constant feeling of being watched terrified me, and I tried to shrink into the corner of the pillar and wall. I feared he saw me, and he was on his way to the door that was barely a meter to my right.
He's coming I thought. He's coming for me. That single though ran through my head repeatedly as I found myself scraping onto whatever air I could get.
I heard the door open and footsteps coming to where I was slumped against the wall, desperately clinging onto whatever air I could. He's here. I thought. He's found me. He's here. My breathing increased, but I still had little air in my lungs. I thought I was going to die. Either from the lack of air or by the hands of him.
I was terrified.
What if he finds out about Wanda and Pietro? Will he try and take them from me? Will they go with him, wanting to know their father? What if they do go with him and be abuses them the way he did with me?
I vaguely recognized my breathing come out in gasps and what almost sounded like whimpers. My hearing was fuzzy, and it was like they were being covered. Tears ran down my face like shallow rivers as I sobbed like a mad woman.
"Hey, I've got you, just breathe." A familiar accented voice gently said as I felt a soft hand on my shoulder and cheek. I flinched before I saw my elder brother. "It's alright, just breathe." Loki knelt before me, whispering comforting nothings in an attempt to soothe me.
I must look to be in a right state. Lolita Laufeydottir, Goddess of Sorcery and Chaos, crowned Princess of Jotunheim and the Queen-to-be, reduced to a sobbing mass in the palace halls because of a man.
Black dots were still dancing in my vision before they took over completely and the golden palace faded into nothing, along with the sounds of my brother's voice.
..........
(For those who skipped, what basically happened was that she saw the twins' father and escaped the dining hall before having a panic attack and fainting.)
Third person POV
Loki held Lola as she slumped against his arm. He sat her upright against the wall and quickly stood up to get Laufey. He walked to the dining hall doors that were next to Lola and scanned his eyes over the hall until they locked on Laufey, which was already looking over at him in confusion.
Loki subtly tilted his head towards the corridor before ducking out himself. Laufey stood and excused himself from the table. Laufey swiftly left the dining hall and looked outside of the doors, only to see his son holding his daughter, whom was still unconscious.
Laufey was instantly at his daughter's side, worry evident in his face. "What happened?" His voice was still rough, but was laced with concern.
"I'm not sure. She was gasping for breath whilst crying and clutching her chest." Loki, for the first time in years, felt helpless. He didn't know what was wrong with her. He didn't know how to help her. It was like...
No.
He didn't want to think like that. There was nothing he could have done to save her, but he can still help Lola. He just needed to know what got her into that state.
..........
Lola's POV
I slowly awoke to my father caressing my head. "This is becoming a regular occurrence, Lita." My father tried to smile.
"Well I don't do it intentionally." I huffed with a slight eye roll. I noticed we were still in the corridor. "What happened?" I asked, confused.
"I found you gasping against the wall, in tears whilst clutching your chest." Loki answered as he walked out of the dining hall with a glass of water. "I contemplated on ale or water, but settled on the latter after one of the oaf's imbecilic companions took the last horn." He added, drawing a chuckle out of me.
"I don't think that ale would help." I say, my voice dry as I accept the glass.
Subconsciously, my abilities seep through and get water inside the glass starts to gather small bits of ice, almost unnoticeable, as I wander into a haze of old memories that are best left forgotten.
My father fixated his eyes onto the glass in my hands before locking his eyes onto me, his jaw clenching. "What got you this way, Lolita?" He demanded. I fought a flinch, but he must have caught it. "Or rather... Who?" He realized.
I looked him in his eyes, tears in my own. "I can't go in there." I whispered before falling back into my daze.
I didn't see Loki look at my father nor did I see my father nod his head slightly. I just felt a tingle in my head and heard a sharp intake of air.
"Yvor..." I heard Loki mumble darkly. I snapped out again and looked to him pleadingly, silently begging for him to say nothing.
But I realized that it was too late when my father stood up, fury in his eyes as he stormed back into the dining hall and headed straight towards Yvor.
An- I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in a while, life had been pretty hectic with all of my current exams and studying. I don't know when my next update will be, but hopefully it won't be too long. Here is a picture of Yvor, minus the tattoos and scars.
Till next time,
Xo
-Kat