Desolated - book 3 •StrangeFrost•

Thats a great joke

•Loki's POV•
Everything was dark.
I felt a cold breeze over my arms, and felt my head against someone soft.
I shuttered.
"Stephen?"
I heard someone let out a shaken breath.
"Stephen? Is that you? I can't see anything."
"No, I'm not Stephen."
It was a woman's voice that had said that.
"Frigga? Mother?"
"No Loki, I'm Natasha, remember?"
I thought for a second.
"Natasha? I don't think I know a Natasha,"
I shuffled through my thoughts, trying to think of that name.
Natasha, Natasha,

Memories suddenly flowed through my brain.
Romanoff.
"Romanoff? Natasha Romanoff? What? Why are you here? Do you know where Stephen is?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Loki, Stephen Strange is dead."

I paused for a moment, my brain flooding with thought.
And then I felt myself start to laugh.
Lightly at first, but I gradually started laughing harder and harder.

I bit my lip, trying to stop.
But I couldn't.
I just kept laughing.
"Someone-" it was hard to speak through my laughter. "-Someone help-"
I covered my mouth, trying to stop. It didn't really do anything, just muffled the sound.
I felt pain bearing through me as I gripped the sides of the bed and tried to stop.
But nothing was working
"HELP!" I yelled through my laughter. "SOMEONE HELP."
I pushed myself down, I still couldn't stop.
I was terrified.

I felt someone grab my hand as I felt my entire body shaking, as I laughed so hard it was hard to breath.

"I need a doctor in here! Anyone?"

She let go of my hand as she got up to go out of the room.
I was still laughing.
I still couldn't see anything.
I heard more footsteps, the sound of people frantically taking about something, then felt something pressed against my face, around where my mouth and nose were.
I felt the air in my chest escape, as I felt a cool breeze in my throat and stopped.

"Loki, can you hear me?" I heard an unfamiliar voice from beside.
"Mhm," I mumbled, still catching my breath.
"Okay. I want you to take a deep breath, can you do that?"

I did as followed, the new cool air in my chest feeling oddly refreshing, though I was still panting.
"Now breath out,"
I let the air escape again, as I felt myself start to drift off.

They took the thing away from my face as I felt myself wanting to fall against (what I believe was) my pillow and sleep for another century.

"Shock. He's going though shock. He's alright for now."