Hey y'all! I'm actually talking to you for once! It's a miracle! Anyway, I wanted to tell y'all that the picture above is reference so you know what your combat suit and wings look like. Your wings are supposed to have black tips, but I failed to mention that in the original description and I didn't want to make her redo the picture. I drew the original drawing and she digitalized it. She's a freaking saint, I swear! Anyway, on with the story! Love y'all
-Red
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It was later in the day. Loki was sitting on the sofa in your home, finally able to get a few chapters of The Lord of the Flies in, and you were in the kitchen, baking some cookies because why the hell not?

"(Y/N)?" Loki called over the back of the sofa.

"Yes Loki?" You answer as you mix in a couple ingredients.

"What's in the room at the end of the hall? You didn't show it to me like the rest of the rooms." Loki asked out of pure curiosity. However, he didn't fail to notice how you visibly froze at the question, and the slight tremor in your wings.

"That's a long story Loki." You said almost coldly, trying to avoid answering. Thinking about what was in there made you tremble.

"Then it's a good thing I'm a good listener, with an ear for a long story." Loki responds, marking his place in Lord of the Flies, setting it down, and sitting up, making more space for you on the three-cushioned sofa. He patted a spot next to him and you  slowly walked over, as if debating whether to actually tell him all about you and your past; completely abandoning the cookie dough you had been gripping tightly in your arms.

You sat on the sofa next to him, but a little further than Loki wanted. Your legs were brought up to your chest and your wings were wrapped around them, almost as if you were scared and cornered; which is almost what you felt.

You brushed a little at your left wing when you answered.

"In that room is my past. Everything I've done and seen and everything I've ever hated about myself."

Loki seemed confused at your answer, though a glint of sympathy gleamed in his emerald eyes.

"Would you mind elaborating?" He suggested softly, not seeing past the fact that you were obviously scared and shy about the topic.

You nodded your head as to say that you didn't mind. Whether you actually did or not, you couldn't say. You felt like you trusted Loki enough, but no one else knew, so you were reluctant. Still you continued to tell Loki about the room at the end of the hall

"Do you remember when you were still in the cage
and one day I came in at like, three in the morning because of a nightmare? It was the same day I read To Kill A Mocking Bird to you." You reminded Loki, though he didn't need the reminder. He knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Yes. Vividly."He answered simply, wanting to know what caused your nightmares so he could end it.

"The nightmare I had was about what is in that room." You start, already trembling, noticing the tears brimming your eyes, "I keep them there to remind me of what I've done, so I never let it happen again. Ive done horrible things Loki, and I never want to go back to that life." You whimper out over the sobs in the back of your throat.

Loki simply stared. He didn't really know what to say, so slowly and hesitantly he wrapped an arm comfortingly around your shoulder, seeing your wings twitch as he barely brushed their bases. He leaned into you and you slowly warmed up to him; leaning back into him.

"(Y/N), you don't have to go back to that life if it's not what you want." Loki says, stating what, to him, seemed obvious.

"I know. I just... I just want to be normal again." You whisper into Loki's shoulder.

"What do you mean by that?" Loki inquired, confused as to what you meant.

"I don't want to have super speed or extreme strength. I just wanna go back to being that simple, winged girl, working on her degree in Marine Biology." You nearly cried, finally stating what had been residing in your mind and heart for a long while now. 

"You weren't born with these abilities?"

"No," you sigh as you sit up a bit better, taking your wings from around your legs and folding them on your lap as you adjust your legs, "When... when I first came to New York City for college, everything was going well. Two years into my Marine Biology Degree, and a place I could call home was where I was with my life when they took me. I never knew who they were, who they worked for, or why, but they experimented on me and tortured me relentlessly with different concoctions of serums until one worked. It gave me super speed, extreme strength and one more power that I don't know how to use yet." You finish speaking. Your hands were trembling and your wings twitched at the memories that were resurfacing.

"What power would that be?" Loki questioned. That question taking over the devastating feeling in his gut that your story had given him; almost as a distraction. You found yourself having no answer.

"I don't know Loki. We've never been able to figure out what the last ability is. All we know is that there's something else there." Is how you answer. Questioning yourself as you think on the subject.

You were stiff from thinking on your past. The memories making you tense up and quake slightly.
Loki could tell. He knew you didn't want to talk on it further, so instead he changed the subject.

There was a moment of silence before Loki asked you a question that made you give him a confused look.

"Can I feel them?"

You were about to ask what he wanted to feel when you noticed that he was staring almost endearingly at your wings. You were a little hesitant, but you trusted Loki enough, knowing he wouldn't purposely hurt you.

"Uh, sure. Just be careful." You say a little shakily. The only other person you had ever trusted to touch your wings had hurt you. Not just your wings, but your heart.

Loki, knowing that your wings were sensitive, gently laid a hand on your feathers.

They were soft, like a kittens fur, but still like satin at the same time. It amazed him.

Surprisingly, your wings didn't twitch under his hand. They stayed steady and strong. Loki then started to gently drag his hand across your feathers softly, being careful as to not put too much pressure on your wings. He noticed you shiver a little so he stopped for a second.

"Is that okay?" Concern was full in his voice.

"Yeah. It's just been forever and a half since someone other than me has felt my wings. I'm just not used to it." You say softly, "That and your hands are a little cold, but it's not that bad. It kinda feels good actually. It's relaxing."

Loki didn't respond. He just sat there stroking your wings and occasionally asking if you were okay with him petting your wings. You always responded with 'If I wasn't okay with it, would I have let you touch them?' And that usually reassured him.

It had been a few minutes. You had moved the wing Loki was stroking onto his lap as you sat next to him, just casually talking as you relished the feeling of his cool touch on your wings.

You were talking about something Loki had read in one of your favorite books when you heard a loud knock on your front door.

"That could only be one person." You say cheerily, as you get up. You missed the feeling of Loki petting your wings, but you shrugged it off as you opened the door.

Loki was a little-no, scratch that- he was pretty upset that someone had bothered your discussion, but he didn't say anything. He just thought about how soft your wings were, and how he missed their feel on his fingertips.

"Thor!"

"Lady (Y/N)! How good it is to see you! How have you and Loki been?"

"We've been great. He hasn't been a pain and I've been about the same as always." You say with joy in your voice at seeing your best friend.

"Happy and cheery?" Thor questioned, making sure you were as usual.

"Yep. Oh gosh! Where are my manners. Come on in! Have a seat. I was about to finish a batch of cookies then get dinner started." You say, ruffling your wings happily.

"Gladly. That sounds great (Y/N)." Thor responded with a wide smile, entering your apartment and taking the seat you were previously sitting in, next to Loki.

You closed the door beside him, then headed back into the kitchen to finish the cookies and start making some Fettuccine Alfredo, hearing a 'How have you been brother!' from Thor in the living room. You chuckled a little and put the cookies in the oven.