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It's another night and another alley. He's sitting on the filthy cement, his back against a hard brick wall. His ass--or what would be an ass on a normal person--is freezing. He pulls his jacket tighter around him and lays his head back, resting it against the hard bricks.
It isn't even a minute after he closed his eyes that he hears it. It is the sound of bone breaking. Loki knows that sound too well. He looks over to see a young man, no more than 20 years of age, lying on the ground holding his arm to his body. He also sees the two older men, late 30s it appears, standing over him.
"Fucking faggot," the heavier of the two men yells at the crying boy. "You make me fucking sick." He spits on him. The boy continues sobbing.
Loki continues watching, unable to move.
The boy rolls over in pain, and it is then that Loki sees his face. It is streaked in tears, but through them he can see, the boy looks just like David.
The second man, the one with a tattoo of a naked woman on his right should, kicks the boy in the stomach as he lays defenseless on the ground.
Loki springs to his feet.
The next part is a blur of movements. He remembers the sound of the fat guy's wrist shattering and the feeling of the tattooed man's teeth against his closed fist. And the feeling of the warm blood on his hand. He remembers the men running off in terror and helping the young man to his feet.
"Are you ok," he asks, trying to raise the boy to a standing position without causing more pain.
The boy winces as he starts lifting him and so he sets him against the wall.
"Everything's gonna be alright." He looks around for something. He doesn't know what. He knows he needs to go get help, but he doesn't want to leave the boy alone. He looks around frantically for something, but he doesn't see the anything of use.
The boy's arm is starting to swell and change color. He gently places a hand on it, not sure what to do.
Ohgodohgodohgod! Help me!
The boy does a sharp intake of breath and arcs back. And that's when it happens.
Suddenly there is light coming from Loki's plam. Loki's eyes widen as he realizes what he is doing. After a moment the light goes away and Loki removes his hand to see a perfectly healed arm. The boy looks down at it as well. He is stunned.
"How did you do that," he asks as the last of his tears run down his face.
"I don't know," Loki says truthfully.
That's when the pain hits him. He doubles over as if he had just been hit in the stomach by a Mac truck. He howls in pain.
"Are you ok," he hears the boy say in a horrified voice. He is unable to answer.
His entire body is on fire.
Before he knows it, enormous white wings jet out of his back. Painfully. He feels the knife in his chest all over again. And then it stops. The pain is gone as suddenly as it came.
The boy’s eyes are wide with terror and awe as he stares at the wings that protrude from Loki's back.
Loki looks back at his wings and he laughs with hysterical relief.
He looks at the boy. "Go home," he says.
"Wha-What are you?"
"Apparently, I'm an angel again," Loki says with bemusement.
Loki turns to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," he says over his shoulder before he leaps into the air.
The boy hears his jubiliant laughter in the distance and runs home.
It isn't even a minute after he closed his eyes that he hears it. It is the sound of bone breaking. Loki knows that sound too well. He looks over to see a young man, no more than 20 years of age, lying on the ground holding his arm to his body. He also sees the two older men, late 30s it appears, standing over him.
"Fucking faggot," the heavier of the two men yells at the crying boy. "You make me fucking sick." He spits on him. The boy continues sobbing.
Loki continues watching, unable to move.
The boy rolls over in pain, and it is then that Loki sees his face. It is streaked in tears, but through them he can see, the boy looks just like David.
The second man, the one with a tattoo of a naked woman on his right should, kicks the boy in the stomach as he lays defenseless on the ground.
Loki springs to his feet.
The next part is a blur of movements. He remembers the sound of the fat guy's wrist shattering and the feeling of the tattooed man's teeth against his closed fist. And the feeling of the warm blood on his hand. He remembers the men running off in terror and helping the young man to his feet.
"Are you ok," he asks, trying to raise the boy to a standing position without causing more pain.
The boy winces as he starts lifting him and so he sets him against the wall.
"Everything's gonna be alright." He looks around for something. He doesn't know what. He knows he needs to go get help, but he doesn't want to leave the boy alone. He looks around frantically for something, but he doesn't see the anything of use.
The boy's arm is starting to swell and change color. He gently places a hand on it, not sure what to do.
Ohgodohgodohgod! Help me!
The boy does a sharp intake of breath and arcs back. And that's when it happens.
Suddenly there is light coming from Loki's plam. Loki's eyes widen as he realizes what he is doing. After a moment the light goes away and Loki removes his hand to see a perfectly healed arm. The boy looks down at it as well. He is stunned.
"How did you do that," he asks as the last of his tears run down his face.
"I don't know," Loki says truthfully.
That's when the pain hits him. He doubles over as if he had just been hit in the stomach by a Mac truck. He howls in pain.
"Are you ok," he hears the boy say in a horrified voice. He is unable to answer.
His entire body is on fire.
Before he knows it, enormous white wings jet out of his back. Painfully. He feels the knife in his chest all over again. And then it stops. The pain is gone as suddenly as it came.
The boy’s eyes are wide with terror and awe as he stares at the wings that protrude from Loki's back.
Loki looks back at his wings and he laughs with hysterical relief.
He looks at the boy. "Go home," he says.
"Wha-What are you?"
"Apparently, I'm an angel again," Loki says with bemusement.
Loki turns to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Home," he says over his shoulder before he leaps into the air.
The boy hears his jubiliant laughter in the distance and runs home.