Warning: Slightly scary
You had started looking around every corner before you walked on, but still that wasn’t enough. It’s not that you hated this time of year, it just seemed to put you on edge. And Loki was using that to his advantage.
Every chance he got, he was popping out from some dark corner to scare you. The first couple of times it was fine, just a prank, whatever, but now it was starting to tick you off. Your anxiety was on full alert and you were tired. Every bump or creak set you off now thinking that it was him.
“What’s Halloween without a little mischief?” he had asked, a devilish smile upon his lips. “It’s all in jest and good fun.”
“Oh yes, I’m so amused,” you said, sarcasm dripping on every syllable. You prayed that this time of year would pass quickly and leave you be.
You enter the open hall and didn’t see any dark corners. You were only passing through but it was nice that there was no place for him to hide. Your mind went back to being at ease and you stopped a moment to give yourself a break.
Even though it was night, the great hall was brightly lit and candles gave off a warm and friendly glow. In their bright light you felt safe and secure, or at least you thought.
Something out of the corner of your eye flickered around one of the large pillars of granite. The candle nearest the disturbance wavered for only a moment and if you would have blinked you would have missed it.
Probably just the wind, you tried to convince yourself.
You decided to get out of there as quickly as possible anyway, just to be safe. Staying in a constant state of movement didn’t hurt matters. You were about halfway through to the other side when again you saw something out of the corner of your eye.
The cold sweats began at your forehead and snaked down your spine. The hair on your arms stood on end as you called out.
“Loki, if it is you, speak now!” you tried to stay calm; it wasn’t working.
No sounds at all could be heard anywhere near you. If it was Loki he had had mastered the art of hiding in plain sight and being as quiet as the dead. Again you started to walk, but you were met with a figure to your right that appeared out of the shadows.
It was talk and slender, but not without muscle. The figure wore a face mask of pure white so you couldn’t tell exactly who it was, but by the stature you made a studious guess.
“Are you kidding me, Loki?” you all but yelled at him. “I thought my heart was going to stop. Stop it this instant!”
The figure continued to stand silently, uncomfortably so. You could feel his eyes piercing into you and the urge to run came over you.
“Seriously Loki, this isn’t fun anymore. Just stop it, please!”
You were screaming at him now in an attempt to get him to break character, but it wasn’t working. All he did was stand there. At least when he was jumping out to scare you it was over quickly; this was terrifying.
You wanted to leave, but you were frozen in fear. What did he want, to kill you? This was more than your body could take. You thought you would explode from fear, when all of a sudden the figure took off towards you in a sprint, a roar erupting from somewhere in his chest. It was so loud it echoed off the stone.
“Noooo,” you yelled as you took off towards the doors on the far end.
Just a few more inches, you screamed inside your skull. Please just make it too the door!
You made it and flung it open and then slammed it closed, never once looking to see if Loki had followed you. You didn’t care; the next time you saw him he was as good as dead.
The heavy breaths you were taking now made it hard for you to think. You tried to calm yourself as you hung on to the handle, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths.
Without warning a pair of hands grasped your shoulders and you screamed out in shear terror.
“Y/N what is going on?” the voice of Loki asked. You opened your eyes to see the god of mischief staring back at you.
“Let go of me you ass,” you spat at him. “I was scared half to death in there and now you decided to do it a second time?!!?”
A look confusion stuck to his face. “What do you speak of? I haven’t been in the hall all night. Mother needed me so naturally I was with her.”
Never had you felt this way before. Fear, terror, those did not describe how you felt in that moment. If Loki hadn’t been in there all night, then who was the masked figure?