Chapter 16
Sylvie could see Miss Minutes' ghostly face before her eyes. Her mischievous smile. Her big black eyes. Her movement between the real world and computer. Sylvia's neck was scratched by the collar. Variant. Variant. Variant. Beige and orange everywhere. She was alone. She tried to scream. She tried to move. However, her body seemed to be stationary rock. Before her eyes, Miss Minutes was reaching for her. In her hands was a stick to kill variants. Variant, variant, variant. Drops of sweat glistened on her forehead, her throat seemed to be full of sawdust, her hands were frozen in place. A ghastly laugh Miss Minutes absorbed a different sound. A familiar male voice.
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
And worse
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Savages! Savages!
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
The cruel shapes of Miss Minutes dissolved into a tall figure dressed in green and black armor. Loki! Sylvie felt tears of gratitude might flow from her eyes. However, her dignity did not allow it.He was here. He did not abandon her. She wasn't alone. Loki was with her. TVA was gone. They burned it. Together.Sylvie hit him on the shoulder. It was both rage and gratitude. Where was he? Why has he just arrived?
"You know I hate this song!" Sylvie shouted.
"That's why I knew it would work," Loki replied.
Sylvie nodded. She felt tired. She was awake because of the hammer.
Loki looked at her with concern. He touched her head gently. Sleep spell. She smiled at him.
He was the only person in the world who could do it on her without asking. He always made her sleepy when she had nightmares. Her heavy lids closed. She was asleep.
Her dream was strange. Rainbow shards fell around her.
Colors mixed with darkness.
She was completely confused.
She heard the foreign voice.
"Cheater, cheater, cheater" the whispers got louder.
"Monsters from children's stories"
"False Prince"
"Shadow, shadow, shadow"
Sylvie was falling. A violet hand caught her by the throat.
She stared at the face of the purple man.
"You won't get away from me, trickster!" the man growled.
Sylvie tried to say something but couldn't. She felt the man drain the life out of her.
She woke up.
Peter was sitting across from her and was drawing something. She looked around. She was in Peter's apartment. She was lying on the couch, covered with a green blanket. Apparently Loki took her from The Stark Tower. He has to tell her why those people kidnapped her because of him. He owed her!
"Oh good afternoon! Mrs. Sylvie!" Peter greeted.
"Good afternoon. Where's Loki?" Sylvie asked.
"He said he had some business to do. He made another soup for me for dinner. This time from Vanaheim. He left some for you," replied Peter.
Sylvie went into the kitchen immediately to eat. A delicious violet scent wafted from the cooking pot. Vanaheim violets. Very expensive, only used on royal tables. Sylvie never ate it. She poured herself a bowl of soup. The sweet taste melted in her mouth. She ate very quickly, disregarding good manners. All she remembered was bits of sleep. Colors, darkness and fall. Nothing more. After eating her soup, she returned to the living room. Then she noticed.
The bodies of Peter's deceased family lay on the mattress under a magical white dome.
"What is this?" Sylvie asked.
"Mr. Loki said he couldn't bring them back. They won't come back to me. However, he explained to me, maybe sometimes he can catch their souls so that I can talk to them. Mr. Loki need their bodies to do it. Mr. Loki enchanted them so that they would never decompose. "replied Peter.
"Have you talked to them yet?" Sylvie asked curiously.
"Yes, I saw them. Mr. Loki was there too, and he promised them that he, I and you would be a family. However, none of the mortals, as Mr. Loki explained to me, can know of their deaths.You and he are shape-shifters, you will become change to look like them if you have to go to my school or something like that, "explained Peter. Sylvie wanted to be outraged that Loki had made this decision without her. The key word. She wanted to. Because she couldn't. Not only because she tolerated Loki's protective impulses in general. Also because she liked Peter a bit.
A bit!
Really!