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.”

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“No. He’s as stupid as the two of you and right in this room.” 

Loki sat up swiftly, the world around him spinning, squinting as Eve spoke. So the kid was Agian? What a foolish kid! Did he even know what the hell he was doing here? No doubt coming here to look after Draco, not wanting him to come here alone. At least the kid was smart enough to disguise himself. The tiny girl closed the door, muttering the spell to render the room soundproof, before turning toward the boy. Loki’s heart thudded painfully in his chest, mouth slightly open as his voice left him.

“Were you TRYING to get marked!?”

“I couldn’t let Draco come here by himself! You know as well as I do, that it would kill me!” Agian huffed, arms crossed and eyes darting between the girl and Loki.

Eve’s frame whipped around towards her cousin, body stiff with anger. “And you, congratulations, my mother told me everything you moron. I don’t know what you were trying to accomplish!” 

Loki’s eyes narrowed. Congratulations? That could only mean one thing. The dark haired Slytherin’s face turned a shade of green, hazel eyes darting down to his left arm. They’d both been marked. It was only supposed to be him coming here, not all of them! No, however, his plan hadn’t worked out. They’d come tramping after him, risking their necks when only his was supposed to be on the line! He had to get them all back to the castle, and fast.

“And you left me. You said you wouldn’t and you did.”

Loki’s head dropped to his chest, Eve’s words like daggers through his heart. She was right, he said he wouldn’t leave her, but he had. It was, or so he thought, for the best. If they all would have just stayed put, then it all would have gone according to plan! Hell, he’d probably be trying to return to the castle this very moment! His hand shot out to his throbbing head, his voice coming out a pained whisper.

“Dollface, if you’d let me expl-“

“And NONE of you have any right to be mad at me now. At least when I almost killed myself I did it to protect you, not put us all in more danger than we were in before. Morons, the lot of you.” 

She cut him off, slowly walking up to him, wand in her tiny outstretched hand. Loki guessed he’d deserved anything the girl threw at him now. However, he let out a frustrated growl regardless. The world around him was spinning, guilt and nausea resting in his stomach like a lead ball. If only they’d let him explain! Then they could all work on getting back to the castle, and what to do from there. The girl’s wand fell against the floor, clattering last moment, as she rapped her arms around his neck. She was crying by now, nuzzling into his neck, petite frame shaking with the force of the sobs.

“You said you wouldn’t leave me. And you tried to. You idiot.”

Loki rapped his arms around the girl, despite the pain it caused against the mark, shushing as he kissed the top of her head. “Eve…Dollface. I’m fine, I’m here. It’s okay. C’mon gorgeous. Don’t mess your pretty little face blubbering over me.”

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 Loki allowed the boy’s to guide him down the hall, his vision blurred as they walked, feet shuffling. The dark haired boy managed to hoist himself up a bit, easing his weight off the two. The nausea crept up as he managed to murmur out.

“I need my damn glasses…they’re in my bag.”

However, the two didn’t hear him, leading him into Draco’s room. With an grunt, they laid him down upon the bed, Loki wincing out as they did. Every inch of his body seemed to be sore, aching from the beating he’d taken from the two death eaters. He’d never admit that, though, and had laid down with a sigh. He squinted at the boy as he went to lock the door, Draco speaking to him so easily. Even mentioning his cousin freely. Who the hell was this kid? The stranger took a seat in a nearby chair, his eyes flicking his direction. He looked remorseful. Loki didn’t even know him! His eyes darted to Draco, mouth dry as he watched him sit in the window, knees curled up. Loki sat up, pointing at the strange kid.

“Hey, you! Who are you?”

However, Draco came over and shushed him, muttering that he’d explain later. Loki shook his head, only to have Draco push him down back onto the bed, hissing for him to listen, and that if he didn’t he’d go and sick Eve on him. Loki chuckled sarcastically, resting his head back onto the pillow with a groan.

“Go ahead, doubt she’ll care.’ He murmured, voice cracking. Loki didn’t try to hide the emotion in his voice, knowing damn well Draco would see through it. If he could explain himself to the girl, he’d try his hardest to make her see this was all for the best, it needed to be done! “You saw the glare she gave me. She’s pissed at me for leaving. If looks could kill. Can’t blame her, though.”

The boy’s hazel eyes locked with the blonde’s slate orbs. Loki squinted, seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

“You know, I’m not the only one who’s jumped off the deep end and done some stupid shit, you know!” He grunted, anger apparent at the boy. “You came here after me, Eve left the damn wing when she couldn’t have been ready. And you left…left…” His eyes darted to the stranger before turning back to his friend. “You left someone by himself, you know? He’s prolly worried sick.”

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