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Loki and that Blonde Guy with a Hammer	By : brokenme Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Thor 2: The Dark World Views: 2419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm fucking afraid of heights! What kind of idiot jumps out onto the side of a train two stories up? And now I'm falling to my death. Great job.
The mortal was falling to her sure death. It served her right, Loki grinned to himself. But there was this look of sheer horror in her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away. As she neared the ground, the look turned to anger. Anger at him?
Before he could stop himself, he had jumped from the car. For him, it was like walking on air. His steps were light and effortless. The real shock came when he caught her. He never intended to become involved in the plight of these...people, he practically spat the word in his mind.
The girl was heavier than she looked. Miscalculating her weight, he stumbled slightly.
There was a scream above him as the lights turned back on and the train car rumbled away. What had happened to the creature? He looked, but didn't see any sign of it. Was it just there to draw him out? To draw someone else out? His pitiful brother and his friends who liked to call themselves The Avengers? He couldn't help but laugh out loud at the audacity and ridiculousness of it.
With a defeated sigh, Loki lowered her to the ground and stood. His foray into the mortal world had come to a premature end. There was no fun in terrorizing an already defunct city whose inhabitants were dead, mangled, or at wits end. Back to Yodenheim it was.
“Awake...We should...no calls...”
Rum's head was pounding and the light burned her eyes when she opened them. She flinched, every inch of her body crying out in agony. It felt like she was hit by a bus...or fell two stories out of a train.
“Jesus...” she groaned, trying to shift to a better position.
Whispers came into the room. Through slitted eyes, she gathered she was in a hospital room. She covered her eyes with her hands, feeling heat radiating from them.
“Good morning. How are you? I'm Doctor Logansen.”
“Hey doc. My everything hurts. You got any ice for my eyes?” Rum responded, trying to be polite but to the point.
“Sure thing. I'll have a nurse get some ice packs for you. Now,” the doctor pulled up a chair and sat next to her, chart in hand, “can you tell me your name?”
“My name?”
The doctor nodded, bringing out a pen light. “I'm going to shine this in your eyes, see if we get any dilation. Might explain why your eyes are so sensitive right now.” He shone the light and murmured positively to himself. “If you don't remember, that's fine. Just take your time.”
Rum rubbed her eyes, opening them a crack and looking at him quizzically. “If I don't remember...Oh, my name. No, I know my name. Elsa Taylor, 8/6/1986, number is...Well, all of that should have been in my phone, which is...on the train. Great. No ice cream for me.”
“Ice cream? Well, at least we have a name for your chart. Now I don't have to call you Jane Doe any more.” He smiled at his little joke, not caring or noticing she had no appreciation for it. “When you feel up to it, do you think you can fill out some of this paper work? Other than the obvious, we couldn't really find anything wrong with you. I'd like to get you discharged as soon as possible.”
Rum shrugged to herself. “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Hey,” she grabbed onto his jacket, “do you think I could call my family? They're probably worried about me. I was only supposed to go on a day trip to Seattle, they would have been expecting me back last night.”
Dr. Logansen flushed. “I'm so sorry, I forgot. You've been asleep so of course no one told you. You've been here for three days. I guess the electrical in the city went out when the bomb downtown went off. Police are still investigating and the witnesses from the train are spinning an interesting story. You can call your family, but there are some officers outside who'd like to speak with you and you'll have to go down to the station to collect the things they recovered from the train.”
Rum's head was spinning – all of that really happened? “Wait, a bomb? What about the monster? That...that giant...thing?”
The doctor looked slightly skeptical and wrote a few things on her chart. “I'll...leave you to it.” He laid blank admission forms on the bed with a pen and walked out of the room, a sympathetic look on his face that made her feel both angry and crazy.
Unbelievable, she thought as she blinked her eyes a few times, finally getting used to the light. She pulled the forms over and began filling in the easy stuff. Name: Elsa Taylor. D.O.B.: 8/6/1986. Hair: Dark Blonde. Eyes: Blue. Race: Caucasian. Sex: Female. Could they really not fill out any of this themselves? Height: 5'4”. Weight:… Weight:… Weight:167...Weight:167180. History of...No. Complications...No. Insurance Information: No…
She pushed the forms away and scooted to the edge of the bed. She stood, wobbled, and fell back on her butt. More cautiously, she stood again, holding the bed railing, and stood. Luckily the phone was close to the bed. She reached over and dialed her parent's number.
“Elsa?! Elsa, is that you?”
Her mother's voice sounded strained on the other end of the line. “Mom, it's me.”
“Oh my god, are you alright? The Seattle bombing has been all over the news. You weren't caught in it, were you? You're okay? Tell me you're okay. Why aren't you answering me?”
“Well, if you'd let me get a word in edgewise, I would answer you! God!! I'm fine, I'm just in the hospital.”
“Oh my God, you're dying! I'm going to call your father. We're staying at the Marriott down by the museum. Thank god we sprung for that call forwarding.” Beep-Beep. The line went dead.
Just great.
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