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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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Apparently, when Rum didn't return home, her parents drove out to Seattle the next day. They had seen the news footage of the wreckage and assumed she had been caught up in it. They had prepared for the worst, but the police would give them little to no information. Most of the rubble had been cleared, but there was still no news on Elsa.
When they received her phone call, they had been up for two days straight. Her mother's hair was a mess, unlike anything she had seen before. Her father seemed to have aged thirty years overnight and the bags under his eyes seemed to weigh him down.
They both smiled wearily as they entered the hospital room. Her mother approached the side of the bed and gave her a tentative hug. “Oh baby, I'm so sorry we couldn't come sooner. Are you okay?” She burst out into tears, clearly too stressed by the recent events.
“We're just glad that you're alright.” He smiled, squeezing her hand as he rubbed her mother's back.
Rum shifted, wincing. She'd sustained some minor injuries, but her mild coma and strained back muscles were what had kept her in the hospital for this long. The doctor prescribed her some pain meds, told her to take it easy, and suggested she see a counselor – her hallucinations about what happened that night was probably a coping mechanism, but she needed acceptance and closure. Rum disregarded the advice and happily went home with her parents after being discharged.
A week later, Rum returned from her new writing internship, greeted by a State Patrol car, Seattle Police cruiser, and the local Sheriff. Why would so many different branches all be at her house? Had something happened to her parents?
Panicked, Rum ran into the house, throwing her things on the bench by the door. She didn't bother taking off her shoes as she entered the cramped dining room, now smaller for being stuffed full of six strange officers, her parents, and two whining dogs.
She gave a sigh of relief, glad to see her parents. The feeling lasted for about two seconds before the sinking feeling in her stomach began. The cold pit radiated out as she stepped forward. “What's going on?”
An elderly gentleman in an ironed uniform stood and removed his cap. “Ah, Miss Taylor? I'm Sergeant Lee Graham. I thought, considering the unusual circumstances, I would make this trip myself.”
“...Unusual circumstances?”
A younger officer threw down a file folder on the dining room table and turned it around, flipping it open so she could see what lay inside. “According to eyewitnesses at your incident, this man was also present.”
Rum looked down at the folder, a picture of a handsome man with flowing black hair was skewed on the very top. Ah! It was that guy, from the Link!!
“I take it from your expression you remember him? Considering the severity of his crimes against humanity, we would like it very much if you would accompany us down to the station and answer some questions.”
“Severity...human race...what?”
The young officer slammed his hand down on the table impatiently. “This man is known as Loki, the sadistic freak responsible for New York! So why has he suddenly shown up in Seattle?”
Rum blinked.
The older gentleman scowled at the officer, mouthing a few choice words. “Miss Taylor, may I call you Elsa?”
“Rum...My friend's call me Rum.”
Her mother scoffed. “Please be serious, this is a police investigation, Elsa! I wish you'd stop letting your friends call you that. You sound like an alcoholic.”
Rum shrugged. “You don't CHOOSE what your friends call you.”
Sergeant Graham smiled kindly. “Rum, then. Well, we would really appreciate it if you could come down to the station with us and discuss this Loki character. We'd like to go over the details of your encounter and see if there's something larger going on here. It's not every day this kind of...super villain is sighted.”
She shook her head. “No, no, no, no, no. This isn't happening. I'm normal. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No thanks. No, no, no.”
The police continued to hound her, even threatening to throw her in jail. She didn't care. She had nothing to say, he knew nothing about him, and she didn't want this to take up any more of her life. She even received a creepy phone call from some company called shield? Was it some kind of security agency? The name sounded familiar…
Rum had no intention of seeing the matter any further and completely blocked any attempts of conversation about the subject to the point where she refused to tell Larissa what had happened the night of the accident.
Several months later, they met up in Seattle again. Larissa had invited her to a girl's weekend, her treat. They ate sushi, trolled the International District, and hit up some local bars and music clubs. One of Rum's other friends, Kylea, had it in with a funk band and got them into the club and show for free. The merch was also pretty freakin' sweet and Rum finally broke down and bought the official CD.
“So, why do your friends call you Rum?” A good looking brunette asked after overhearing one of their conversations.
“Rum is my favorite drink. I always have a Rum and Coke whenever we go out. Someone started calling me Rum and it stuck.”
He smiled. “Well, it's nice to meet you, Rum. I'm Marcus.”
This was an interesting situation. Rum had never had a man approach her for conversation in the middle of a bar before. She had to admit to herself that he was cute, but that didn't really mean much. Was there any substance?
Marcus and Rum ended up talking until 12:30 a.m., when her friends begged her to get something to eat before they headed back to the hotel to pass out. He was actually pretty interesting and seemed genuine when asking her questions.
Rum smiled at her friends and held up a finger. She turned back toward Marcus. “Guess that's my cue. It was nice talking to you, Marcus.” She slid a napkin to him with her name and phone number. “Call me.”
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