Chapter 5
When you wake up, it’s morning. You’re somehow in your bed. But you can’t shake the feeling. Logan looking like Loki. No, it was Loki. That you’re certain of. Even the damn names…”Logan” and “Thad.” Damn, they’re not conspicuous. But why would Loki be here? And why is Thor helping him? And why are they solving crimes? It makes no sense. Tony is about to get a very angry call on the flight home.
You make your way downstairs and see the gang. They’re hanging out on the porch. “Hey gang, have you seen Thad and Logan?” Shaggy looks up from his food, mouth full, answering, “Yeah, they left early this morning. Said they have another case.”
You roll your eyes. Of course they left. Part of you is relieved, because it means you wouldn’t have to face them; but another part is sad. Before knowing that Logan was Loki, you thought you had a connection with Logan. Looking back, you now realize that Logan--Loki--was likely using you. He probably doesn’t even remember that day, what he did to all those people, what he did to you.
Fred’s phone rings and you feel a sense of dread. He looks to you all, “Gang, there’s been another murder.”
“Is it the same MO?” Velma asks. Fred nods.
“Where?” You ask.
“New York.”
Back to New York you go.
You all take a private jet, perks of going to Daphne; although, Velma is now buying her own jet too, since your app launch she’s received a lot of money.
The flight is short and the gang makes their way to the hotel. You part from them, going to your own apartment. It’s nice to be back in your own city and home.
You open the door to your apartment and take a breath of relief. Even after the attack on New York, you couldn’t leave the city. It was your home. Putting you bag down, you make your way to the bedroom. It’s only when you’re about to go into the hallway, that you notice something to your right. You turn around and instinctively know who it is.
Sitting in your arm chair is Loki. His disguise wore away. The pony tale is gone, along with the blue eyes. You wonder how you could have been so daft. Even with the disguise, it’s still Loki.
Instinctively, you grab your phone, about to notify the gang; when Loki teleports in front of you. “Oh no, darling. You won’t be needing that.” he says. He grabs your hand and leads you to the chair opposite of him.
Fear trickles throughout your body. While you thought that Logan wouldn’t hurt you, this is Loki. The god who attacked New York. There’s no telling what he would do.
“I can see you’re afraid of me. I must say, you piqued my interest with your magical abilities. But I can see the fear, the hatred in your eyes. It’s a shame really.” You start to inch further back in your chair.
“Everyone thinks you’re dead. Why are you here? Stuck on earth? I thought you hated humans.” Rage begins to fill you. This man almost killed you. “You don’t remember what you did, do you?”
His eyes flicker with anger. They’ve lost their charm. His face has turned into a mask of anger and rage. “Of course, I remember. I tried to overtake your measly Midgard, until the Avengers stopped me.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”
His eyes flicker again. “I’m here, darling, because you know who I am. You’ve seen through my disguise and now, you’re going to help me.”