"…Is he serious? He's kidding right??"
For a second he almost laughed. Almost.
The warmth in his watch hadn't completely faded yet.
That same feeling, electric buzz was still humming under his skin.
He glanced back at the train station where the train had disappeared few minutes ago.
"…Fuck it." He took off.
At first it was just a normal sprint
But on the twelve step, something clicked.
His surroundings blurred.
Every stride lengthened.
The ground seemed to push back against him like a springboard, streetlights streaked into white lines.
The air roared past his ears.
He wasn't running anymore.
He was moving faster than a Olympic Sprinter could've. He could not believe what he is doing.
Rémi ran out of the station like a bullet, passing by stairs in a single step.
People on the sidewalk—some of them screamed and dove aside as he blurred past.
The train was already few kilometers ahead, picking up speed.
However, Rémi didn't slow down at all, he accelerated.
His feet barely touched the ground now.
Each stride reaching hundreds of meters.
The temporary power Loki had gifted him—still lingering, still hungry—fed on his sheer dumb determination.
Around 1 minute or so he was beside the train running along with it.
Passengers inside caught a glimpse of a wide-eyed, grinning idiot sprinting at 300 km/h, waving like a lutanic.
Rémi spotted an open maintenance ladder on the last car, he jumped leaping to it.
The train jolted as his momentum slammed into it, but the ward held.
He rest himself up by laying at the moving train rooftop, panting, breathing for air.
He glanced at the sky for a few seconds the sky was beautiful a lot of stars shining.
"Those stars look like some boobs." He stated, letting out a smile.
For a second he just lay there on his back.
Then he pulled out his phone with shaking fingers and typed:
Rémi:
i caught it
i actually fucking caught it
bro what did you DO to me
Somewhere in the grocery store, Loki's phone buzzed again.
He glanced at the screen for a second reading the message, his face still calm and didn't reply.
After paying for the grocery stuff he bought, he took a singular step—
Before his foot touched the ground.
His body instantly flickered back at his apartment teleporting in a single second without having any problem.
The cashier jolted in surprise as the guy dissapesred her eyes widen. "Huh? I thought there was supposed to be a person standing there?" She commented.
Her head swirls around the area trying to make sense what she'd just witnessed.
Loki touches the floor barefoot, lightly like falling into the air.
Dinner had been nothing too special—just a thick steak he'd put in the iron pan and cook, a handful of cherry tomatoes he'd stabbed with a fork straight from the container, and a ridiculous amount of garlic butter he'd spooned straight from the tub because why not.
He ate standing at the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone with his thumb.
The steak almost fell to the floor but of course he won't let that happen—the gravity itself literally bringed it up back to the plate like it was following his orders.
When the plate was clean, he didn't bother washing it.
The plate simply flew itself across the room, and settled into the sink.
The faucet turned on by itself, a stream of water rinsing the grease away—magic was easy to use like that.
He turn off the lights with a flick of two fingers and dropped onto the couch.
He stretched, arms above his head.
His dark jacket flew and tossed over the back to the couch—magic was convenient like that.
The TV was still on from earlier.
Some night French talk show was playing, the host laughing too hard at his own jokes.
Loki didn't care. He let the sound drew over him, volume low.
He reached for the remote but his hand stopped. "It's that woman again. I thought I already teached her a lesson?"
He opened his left wrists a singularity within his palm appeared.
It flickered for a few moments, it's like a powerful being there was inside sealed there for too long that they want to get released back to the human realm.
For a moment his blue eyes looked almost… tired.
He compressed his left wrist as the singularity vanished on itself.
Not the kind of tired that came from fighting as he never really enjoy it to begin with.
The kind that came from existing for too long and still not finding anything interesting enough to stay awake for.
His eyelids grew heavy. The TV noises blurred into a gentle sound.
The couch felt deeper, warmer, like it was trying to swallow him whole.
One leg of his leg rest off the cushions.
His head layed to the side, dark hair falling across his forehead.
Then, for the first time in what felt like centuries, Loki let himself fall asleep.
No dreams. No monsters. Just the quiet rise and fall of his chest, the soft glow of the city, and the gentle creak of the couch as it settled.
After like an hour and a half...
Rémi was able to get back to his crib, he then proceeded to knock the door.
He saw a familiar face—his beautiful wife, Sophie Laurent standing next door and it looks like she's mad. "H-hey I'm back—" He mumbled in a low tone.
"You... you absolute moron." Sophie's voice was sharp enough to cut glass. She was whispering, but the fury was nuclear. In the background he could hear their two kids arguing over cereal.
"Wait, I can explain—" His voice was interrupted as he then got pinched in the ear tightly by Sophie dragging him inside the house.
The door was shut letting out a loud thud.
One of his daughter turned her head towards his dad "Look! Papa is here!" She shouted excitedly.