Wind blew through the hair on my arms, tickling me slightly. I smelled moss and earth and noticed my face was pressed against it. When I opened my eyes I saw a beautiful meadow-like clearing in the middle of a dense forest. The sun was shining down upon me as I watched the daisies dance carelessly in the wind. Birds called to one another from treetops, filling my heart with their songs. I sat up slowly, glaring up at the sun in bewilderment. Then I looked down at the ground where a pool of red now lay under me. The meadow was no longer perfect. It was stained with imperfect blood where grass would no longer grow. I pondered a moment how I could be alive, how I had managed to wake up. Then I remembered her. She wouldn't let me die, not until I accomplished her goals. The place I sat in was no longer magical and tranquil, but merely a dark reminder of who I would be until death, if it ever came. I stood slowly, staggering as I did. My legs ached and my wounds had not fully healed. I felt as if I and this place were a metaphor of how twisted one soul could be to make one spot of joyousness look like a place of calamity. I chuckled sorrowfully to myself as I let all the happy memories of a life that would now be long gone flooded to me. Once again I found myself on the ground, shaking with sobs. I felt a presence above me, a sudden shadow. I looked slowly up to see a silhouette that was strangely familiar to me.
        "Are you always going to look like this when we meet?" The man asked rhetorically, offering his hand.
        "Loki?" I asked, gingerly taking his hand. He pulled me up too quickly and pain shot through my abdomen, causing me to fall into him. He spread his arms away from me, but I still managed to remain standing by leaning on his chest.
        "They... certainly did a number on you." Loki laughed nervously, standing me up and looking away. I tried to laugh along, but I wasn't in a mood to even try faking.
        "I guess they did..." I agreed, pushing him to the side and walking towards some trees.
        "What are you doing?" He sounded annoyed when he said those words and it made me slightly confused.
        "I don't know." I responded, stopping suddenly. The wind blew through my hair, attempting to take it along, swirling past the trees and far from here. I never turned around, not even when I spoke again.
        "What about you? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be trying to make a new life for yourself?" I could tell that Loki was surprised even without seeing his face.
        "What? I don't-"
        "Go on! Leave me. I don't... I don't want to hold you back. You have better things to do than stay here with me."
        "(Y-y/n), I-" I interrupted Loki again.
        "You didn't have to save me, y'know. You could have just let me die... like I wanted to. You didn't have to interfere. You could have left me." I never wavered when I said those words, and I never once turned to him, not until he spoke again.
        "I don't think you're  right." He said. What he said confused me and I knew that many face clearly showed that.
        "How?" I asked, turning fully towards him.
        "Well, if you think I would actually have left you there to die, then I'm not sure that you actually think about me any differently than the rest of your 'friends'." Loki laughed. I didn't laugh back.
        "If you really want to stay here with me, you can. But I wouldn't suggest it." I responded. He seemed a little surprise.
        "You don't mean to tell me that you plan to live out here... do you?"
        "Well, of course. That way, I can't hurt anyone." I stated, making it clear that I figured that should have been obvious. Loki's featured became twisted in disgust.
        "Hurt anyone? What about the people who hurt you? Don't you want vengeance? To make them feel as you have!?" Loki began to raise his voice.
        "That's enough!" I shouted, wind suddenly pushing past me in a shockwave, then dispersing back to how it had originally been. I heard the layer in my voice. It was her's. She was getting more and more difficult to control.
        "If I did what you're suggesting I would be no better than the people who hurt me." Loki's face softened in realisation.
        "Like I said before, you should go." I said again, walking closer to him. I wanted to see him clearly if this was truly to be the last time I would ever see him again.
        "No." He announced, looking down on me.
        "I'm sorry... what?"
        "I must not have unnunciated well enough for your dull Midgaurdian ears so allow me to repeat myself," he cleared his throat, "No."
        "B-but I'm dangerous! I... I'm a monst-"
        "I am not going to let the person that made me realise that I was not any of those things go on believing that she is." His words were cool and collected, formulated perfectly as if they were written down on a book somewhere far from here. Now, it was my turn to be dumbfounded.
        "O... okay." I stuttered, staring at the build of strength, determination and calmness standing before me.
        "Good, now-"
        "But you have to promise that if I ever try to hurt you you will leave immediately."
        "Why would I ever-"
        "Promise me!" I pleaded" staring into emerald green eyes. Loki paused a moment, thinking it over, then spoke.
        "I promise."