"She is different" (a Loki fanfic) - Chapter 1: A painful landing (1/2)
This is fanfic about Loki, the "villain" from the movie The Avengers. It's located before the events on the movie and after what happened on the movie "Thor".
Please correct my mistakes. Part 2 of the chapter on my Notebook entries.
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CHAPTER 1
A PAINFUL LANDING
I open my eyes slowly and blink to get my eyesight back. The air passes through my lungs again, and I feel a painful pressure over my chest when I breathe. A sudden stabbing pain makes my fists close with a spasm. I must have a broken rib, or maybe more than only one.
The floor is very uncomfortable. I feel shattered glass and splintered wood digging into my skin through the cape and the suit. My head palpitates with a regular rhythm, and when I touch my forehead with my hand, my fingers are painted with blood.
“Ah—”
I close my eyes and relax my muscles. The pain backs off a bit, but I still feel very bad. My memories come back like waves to the beach, suddenly clear. Odin’s expression was disappointed. I had failed him. I had let the spear Gungnir go, the spear Thor was trying to hold me with. My destiny, my purpose, was to die. But instead of that, I remember the fall, the air escaping from my lungs because of the speed, and then all had gone dark. And then I woke up here.
I roll to turn face down and I get up tentatively using my hands and knees. I haven’t felt so destroyed since... well, I cannot remember the last time I felt so bad physically. Generally my magic heals my wounds quickly, but this time it seems to be delayed. I stifle a moan, and I thank nobody’s here to see me. I always pride myself in my indestructibility.
I stand up. My legs show a slight trembling that I cannot suppress. I close my fists tightly, trying to remain standing without tottering.
I don’t have time to examine the surroundings. I hear the sound of someone slamming a door and then I feel quick and feminine footsteps behind me.
“Explain this now or I’ll call the police.”
Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time, and she doesn’t have the typical Asgardian accent. Something short-circuits inside my brain when I hear her. It’s such a weird feeling that I don’t even answer.
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"She is different" (a Loki fanfic) - Chapter 1: A painful landing (1/2)
This is fanfic(?) about Loki, the "villain" from the movie The Avengers. It's located before the events on the movie and after what happened on the movie "Thor".Please correct my mistakes. Part 2 of the chapter on my Notebook entries.
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CHAPTER 1
A PAINFUL LANDING
I open my eyes slowly and blink to get my eyesight back. The air passes through my lungs again, and I feel a painful pressure over my chest when I breathe. A sudden stabbing pain makes my fists close with a spasm. I must have a broken rib, or maybe more( than only one).
The floor is very uncomfortable. I feel shattered glass and splintered wood digging into my skin through the cape and the suit. My head palpitates with a regular rhythm, and when I touch my forehead with my hand, my fingers are painted with blood.
“Ah—”
I close my eyes and relax my muscles. The pain backs off a bit, but I still feel very bad. My memories come back like waves to the beach, suddenly clear. Odin’s expression was disappointed. I (had) failed him. I had let go of the spear Gungnir*, the spear Thor was trying to hold me with. My destiny, my purpose, was to die. But instead of that, I remember the fall, the air escaping from my lungs because of the speed, and then all had gone dark. And then I woke up here.
I roll to turn face down and I get up tentatively using my hands and knees. I haven’t felt so destroyed since... well, I cannot remember the last time I felt so bad physically. Generally my magic heals my wounds quickly, but this time it seems to be delayed. I stifle a moan, and I'm thankful that nobody’s here to see me. I always pride myself on my indestructibility.
I stand up. My legs show a slight trembling that I cannot suppress. I close my fists tightly, trying to remain standing without tottering.
I don’t have time to examine the surroundings. I hear the sound of someone slamming a door and then I feel quick and feminine footsteps behind me.
“Explain this now or I’ll call the police.”
Her voice is stern and sweet at the same time, and she doesn’t have the typical Asgardian accent. Something short-circuits inside my brain when I hear her. It’s such a weird feeling that I don’t even answer.
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TO BE CONTINUED
*in 'to let go of', try to keep the parts closer together
(words here are optional)
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