Loki is Johnlocked Ch. 6

Contrary to what it seemed, Loki decided to play dumb for a while. He told no one his name and said he’d forgotten, claiming amnesia, and sat around watching TV all day like everyone else. He knew all these people saw him as strange, even if he was pretending to be average. But he didn’t care about that now. He needed to know what was going on now. He needed to get resources. He needed a plan. The hapless soaps and political arguments were of no interest to him. Humans did not interest him. He scoffed as he changed channels, and the other patients around him chuckled. They’d moved him away from the child, and replaced with another comatose patient. Now he was surrounded by the wrinkled ones – who seemed more hallucinations than wisdom. The elders were so useless here.

The news came on. ‘Rubbish,’ he thought, but paused. There was a flash of black hair that looked familiar. A head bobbed between two men who looked… married? What was that? He grimaced, but continued watching. A sandy blond and a tall man with a head of dark curls. Not black, though, and straight, like the smaller boy’s hair. Loki’s heart stammered. The camera tripped, and the boy turned, and his face made Loki freeze in his tracks. That face, those eyes! He dropped the remote and stared, all color draining from his face. No. Not possible. How…?! It wasn’t possible! She said she’d… She’d…

Pushing away the covers, Loki got up and removed the IV from his arm. He untangled himself from the blankets, and a nurse ran to him. “Get back into bed, sir, you aren’t fully healed!” She cried. His jade eyes burned with fire as he whirled on her. “I have no time for your prattle,” he boomed. “Where are my garments?!” She shrank back and pointed to a cabinet. He went to it and grabbed his things, whirling from the room like a hurricane. He found his old room and locked himself in, stripping off the hospital gown and redressing in his clothes. Every part of him ached, and he knew his body was still damaged, but it would heal with or without the human’s care. He went to the only window in the room and kicked it open. Pounding on the door began, and he turned one last time to see the boy in a coma. His heart throbbed with something, something so deep and dark that it pained him, and he leaped from the window and vanished into broad daylight.