♤Magical Entertainment♤《 Loki X OC 》

Chapter 21 ~ An offer

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Recap:

"Goodnight, Loki."

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Reyna slept uneasily that night. Nightmares plagued her mind, not letting her rest. More than once, she shot up, panting and with sweat beading on her forehead from a nightmare. Around three in the morning, she gave up trying to sleep and decided to do something. Getting out of bed, she created a bandage-like fabric strip and wrapped her chest in place, making sure nothing would slip or move around. After about five minutes of careful wrapping, she tested her mobility; Nothing moved, and she could breathe without difficulty. Perfect. Going over to a dresser, she picked out a loose tank top and a pair of matching shorts. Reyna looked around the room and decided on a space. She moved some furniture out of the way so nothing would break if she fell. Lifting her hands, Reyna focused on creating a black hammock-like fabric and fastening it to the ceiling. She pulled on it, testing its elasticity and durability. Satisfied, she looked at the speakers in the room.

"FRIDAY, could you play some music, please?" The Latina called out to the AI.

"Is there a specific song or playlist you would like, miss?"

"Anything you deem fit for some aerials, FRIDAY."

"Of course, miss. I'll start a playlist." As slow songs started flowing throughout the room, Reyna closed her eyes and started swaying to the beat. Humming to a melody she recognized, she opened her eyes again and reached a hand up to grip the fabric and hoist herself up. She let her body move in slow, smooth motions to the beat, losing herself in the music.

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Bucky woke up in a cold sweat. Nightmares were not uncommon for the man, but this was excessive even for him. During the last month, one memory, in particular, had been plaguing him: the order from the matriarch, Reyna's terrified face as he stalked towards her, gripping her leg, Reyna losing control, the hand around his neck forcing out both his dearest and worst memories, and the demanding urge to take out a knife to cut his own throat... Bucky shook his head. After long hours of constant replaying of the events, he had realized that the only reason he survived her murder charge was the commands already polluting him, stopping him from doing what she demanded of him. This last month had been hard on his mind. When Reyna showed the team her memory, his recalling of the events hit him like a brick, and the guilt hit even harder. The fact that they wanted him to force himself on a 15-year-old girl made him sick, and if Reyna hadn't lost control, he would have done it, no questions asked. Other memories resurfaced as well: He, together with Pierce and Fortescue, stood outside the so-called "lesson room," supervising the breaking of the young girl. Her screams tore through the muzzle and the walls around her as they whipped, burned, and beat her. Bucky remembered glancing at the middleaged woman on his right and finding her smiling like she enjoyed watching the punishment unfold. That sadistic grin and the glint in her eye sent shivers down his spine both then and now.

Bucky looked at the bedside clock: 3:27 AM. He groaned. It was useless trying to go back to sleep. He got up, threw on a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of sweatpants, went out of his room, and began wandering the hallways like he always did when he needed to clear his head before the rest woke up. The Sargent walked for some time, humming quietly to himself a lullaby his mother used to sing to him until he entered a hallway and heard slow beats and a soft melody. Unable to contain himself, he walked to the door. It didn't have a plaque on it. He knocked, but there was no answer. Nudging it open, the sound of soft guitars hit him straight in the face. He pushed it further and looked around. A long and thick strip of fabric hanging from the ceiling caught his eye as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. Just as he was about to walk closer to the fabric, a pair of legs came into view, freezing him in place, then the rest of the body followed suit. It was Reyna. She moved with such fluidity in the air; it was almost like she was underwater. Bucky leaned against the door and watched her for a bit. A woman began singing over the speakers.