Loki had run himself ragged during practice, exerting far too much force needed for simple tasks. He’d groaned out when he threw all his strength into hitting a bludger, and winced as he flew as fast as he could go, his thighs pressed painfully hard against the broom. When practice was over, he dismounted his broom rather painfully, massaging his arm he’d manage to throw out of it’s socket. That’s how it always was with him, feeling pain so he couldn’t feel anything else. Especially not fear.
“Mavers? Hey, Mavers?”
Loki let out a little grunt as he took off his padding, not bothering to look up at his teammate. He’d sensed their questioning looks and heard their hushed talk behind his back during practice, Draco finally snapping and telling them to shut up, much to his relief. That was better, as well. Having everyone around you be afraid of you, when in reality, you’re one thing away from snapping and breaking down.
“Eve asked me to tell you she’d be by the lake. In case you came looking for her.”
::She knows I’d come looking for her.::
“Y-yeah, sure. Thanks.” He muttered, tossing his padding into his locker a little too hard. The bang echoed, causing the other players around him to tense, a few even jumped. Now they knew how he felt.
The dark haired Slytherin trudged off towards the lake, muttering to himself in Italian under his breath. However, he stopped, running his hands through his dark locks. If Adalina knew he talked like this, she’d surely wash his mouth out with soap! Loki, adoring the woman, wouldn’t even put up a fight.
The lake came into view, but Eve was no where to be seen. Where the hell was the girl? Loki got a few feet away from the shore before she came into view, quickly catching her breath before she dived back under the surface. Anger bubbled up within the already tense Slytherin, his eyes narrowing. Did she want to give him a damned heart attack? She’d waved up at him, her little hand up in the air a moment before she disappeared.
Anger was instantly replaced with fear, the boy running over to the water’s edge, calling her name as he made way to dive in. However, he wouldn’t have to. She bobbed up a minute later, walking up the shore.
“Bloody Merpeople… I thought I’d taught them not to grab me anymore. Practice over?”
“Yeah, but damnit dollface! You should-” He growled, only to be cut off.
“I go swimming in the lake all the time, it’s perfectly safe. The headmaster said it’s okay, as long as I tell someone I’m out here, and I did.”
She’d kissed his cheek, beginning to walk away. Loki’s fists clenched, and unclenched at his side. Damn girl was going to be the death of him! Swiftly he grabbed her arm, whipping her around to pull her close to his chest. His forehead against hers, he muttered, a slight edge to his shaky voice.
“Listen dollface, next time wait for me to come, okay? Damn near gave me a heart attack. I’m already stressed as it is.”