i fucking suck i'm so sorry

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uhh just a warning. there's like a bit more graphic violence/descriptions of gorey stuff in this than usual. be warned.

*FLASHBACK*

"So, you guys did it, then?" Loki asked, studying the twins in an unimpressed manner.

The two boys were sitting in the living room of the penthouse. Their clothes were torn and covered with blood, and the wounds on their arms were still healing. She walked up to them, and neither of them looked at her. Smirking, she rolled her neck, baring her fangs and growling at them.

The twins reacted just how she anticipated, rising to the challenge and snarling back at her. Their eyes glowed red now - they were Alphas. They'd killed their pack. And now they had a place in hers. Yippee.

"Enough," Kali called from the entrance to the room. The younger woman didn't have to turn around to know that the three eldest members of the pack were watching the teenagers. "Loki, this isn't a pissing contest."

"Huh." Loki scoffed scornfully. Kali disappeared from the room, and Loki continued to stare at the twins. She wondered where all the bravado they'd had in their previous interactions with her was. In the past, Aiden had taken any moment to flirt with Loki shamelessly, making a desperate effort to get into her pants. Now he was just as silent as Ethan.

Loki pressed her lips together, surprised to find herself missing their banter. This thought was quickly erased by the unease that Loki had been feeling since Deucalion had introduced her to the twins.

What if they were better, stronger, more useful than her? What if Deucalion didn't need her anymore?

Loki started to turn away, fully ready to return to her room and sulk. Before she could make for the stairwell, Deucalion grabbed her arm. She flinched instinctively, but the elder werewolf made no comment. Instead he looked at Loki for a long moment, studying her with the closest emotion to concern or love that Deucalion ever expressed.

"They'll need your help," he told her steadily. Then, in a lower voice, he soothed the fears he knew she was feeling. "Their skills are different than yours, my dear. They are the muscle, the power, and you are the strategic head." Loki bit her lip.

"I'm strong," she insisted. Her remark sounded petulant and childish even to her own ears. Deucalion smiled at her in a nearly fond manner.

"Of course you are," he agreed. "You are like me."

*END FLASHBACK*

Loki growled weakly, fresh rivets of blood running into her eyes as the orderly yanked on the chain. The dull ache radiated into her skull, the bones of her forehead constantly fracturing and healing, over and over.

"Please," she muttered, the tiny beg for mercy slipping out before she could contain it. She grit her teeth, chagrined at her own weakness. The orderly chuckled darkly.

"Beg all you want, Elizabeth," he cooed. "You're stuck here. No one is coming for you. No one even knows you're here."

"There's four steps," Stiles said, looking around the table. Scott, Kira, Malia, and Liam were all gathered around, listening to the plan. The other night, Stiles and Scott had uncovered Valack's plot - he was amplifying Lydia's powers, experimenting on her for his own gain. If his experiment worked, the consequences would be deadly - for Lydia, and for all of Beacon Hills.

The only way they would stop this was to break Lydia out of Eichen.

"We get into Eichen, we get into the closed unit, we get Lydia, we get out."

"And we have to do all this while getting past orderlies, guards, electric door locks, and a mountain ash barrier," Scott added, looking at his friends seriously, making sure they understood that this wasn't going to be as easy as Stiles had made it out to be. Malia raised her eyebrows.

"You have a plan for all that?"

Stiles nodded, holding up a key card. "I stole this last night of an orderly," he explained. He paused, and then added, "But it's useless, because they reset the codes every night." Kira frowned, not following his logic.

"So why did you steal it?" Stiles nodded.

"Getting to that," he said. "We have to make the key card work again." Liam raised his hand slightly, opening his mouth to question Stiles's statement. The human raised his hand. "Getting to that!" he exclaimed. He swiveled his laptop around, showing the others his screen. "I pulled all the history of the keycard," he said. "Two weeks ago, there was a brownout and the security system rebooted. During a reboot, all the key cards revert back to a default code. So if we trigger a reboot..."

"The card goes back to the default and it works again," Liam finished, realizing the plan. He nodded. "Okay."

"How are we going to cause a brownout?" Kira asked.

"That's your part," Scott said, looking at his girlfriend. Kira's eyes went wide. "You're going to draw power from the main system," Scott continued. "But only enough to cause a brownout." Stiles cut in, explaining that if Kira were to cause a total blackout, the facility would go into lockdown, thus ending their chances to get in. "There's an electrical room behind the reception counter," Scott continued, tapping the location on the map spread out in front of them.

"Small problem," Kira cut in, her hands trembling. "I don't know how to do that!"

"That's okay," Scott soothed. "You'll have time to practice." Kira shook her head, but before she could protest further, Malia cut in.

"Okay, so let's say all this goes perfectly," she said, sounding dubious. "How does causing a brownout get us into the closed unit?"

"The system reboots for five minutes," Stiles said. "In those five minutes, all alarms will be turned off and the key card should work." Scott jumped in to explain the rest of the plan. Liam and Scott would go with Stiles to the gate of the closed unit, but they wouldn't be able to with him past that. The mountain ash barrier would keep them out.

"Wait!" Kira said, cutting Scott off to return to her original concern. "What if I can't do that?"

"What if something goes wrong?" Malia added.

"What if everything goes wrong!" Liam exclaimed. Malia sighed.

"I wish Loki were here," she muttered, voicing what everyone was thinking. "She knows Eichen in and out." There was a brief moment of tense silence, and then all of them began to talk, overlapping each other with protests and questions and concerns. Stiles and Scott exchanged a look, and Scott took a deep breath.

"Guys," he said, cutting his friends off. "We need to do this, and we can do this, even without Loki. We need to get Lydia out, or else she'll die in there, tonight." He paused. "And she could take a lot of innocent people with her."

There was a long pause as this fact sank in. It was now or never, and they couldn't afford to make mistakes.

"How do we get in?" Kira asked in a subdued voice, forcing herself to focus on schematics instead of concerns again. Scott and Stiles both seemed relieved that they could answer a question practically instead of hopefully.

Kira and Malia would pretend to be visiting, waiting until one of Malia's friends from her time at Eichen caused a distraction so they could slip into the electrical room. Liam, Stiles, and Scott would sneak in in body bags, under the guise of a morgue drop off orchestrated by Parrish.

"And Parrish has agreed to this?" Liam asked, frowning. Stiles grinned.

"I'll convince him. I'm very convincing. Very charming. He'll listen to me." His friends all stared at him incredulously and Stiles looked at them, offended. "I'll do it, okay? Who could say no to this plan? The plan is great."

"That's the worst plan I've ever heard," Parrish said, shaking his head and shoving the keys back towards Stiles.

"Okay, the plan is perfect," Stiles replied defensively, even though that was far from true. "And it'll work perfectly, especially if you agree to drive the van." He pushed the keys back towards Parrish. The deputy sighed, looking around as he mulled over his options.

"How does the Sheriff feel about this?" Stiles spread his hands.

"How do you think I got the keys?" he asked, and Parrish raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"I thought you stole the keys." Stiles scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he shook his head.

"While that is a perfectly reasonable assumption," he admitted. "I did not steal them. And we need you because all the Eichen guards know all the Sheriff deputies, okay? We need a real deputy, and one who won't ask questions." Parrish sighed, and shook his head.

This wasn't just about his hesitation over the legality of the plan, or the schematics of the plan. He was hesitant because he had no idea what he was capable of.

"It isn't safe to bring me along," he said. "I'm dangerous."

Stiles paused, looking at Parrish appraisingly like he was waiting for a punch line. When the deputy didn't say anything more, Stiles gave him a funny look.

"Okay, so is a giant murdering werewolf who's killed over thirty people but somehow didn't kill you?" Parrish shook his head, unconvinced. Stiles sighed again. He looked around, trying to think of how he could convince Parrish.

His eyes fell on a missing persons flyer, his stomach twisting in a mixture of anger and sadness as he observed Loki's face.

The picture was one that Aiden had faxed over to the sheriff's department when the twins had reported her missing. They were searching for her everywhere but Beacon Hills, assuming that she'd disappeared somewhere else. Not to mention they were avoiding Scott and his pack as well - Stiles wasn't positive that Aiden wouldn't kill them for not looking for Loki sooner.

No one knew where the hell she was. She'd up and disappeared the night everything went to shit, and Parrish, the last person to have seen her, had suffered one of his supernatural-induced blackouts and couldn't remember where she'd went or why.

Everyone had at first assumed that she'd taken off, leaving Beacon Hills behind to be with the twins. Then, almost a week after she'd disappeared, Ethan and Aiden got in contact with Scott. They hadn't heard from Loki either, which was highly, highly unusual. It meant that wherever she was, she wasn't there willingly.

And the only person who could help them find Loki was their resident "psychic" - Lydia, stuck in Eichen House.

"Okay, I didn't want to do this," he mumbled to himself. He'd had no plan to do it of course, but he still felt shitty for throwing this ultimatum out there when he was concerned about Loki too. And honestly...he wasn't feeling hopeful about Loki's situation. Anything that could keep her away and gone was not something he wanted to come face-to-face with.

It was possible that she was dead.

Parrish arched his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding Stiles's cryptic statement. "What the hell are you talking about?" Parrish asked. Stiles sighed.

"Look," he said more softly. "The truth is, getting Lydia out will help us find Loki." And that was true. Lydia could help them find her...or she would confirm Stiles's fears.

Parrish's eyes went wide, and he instinctively turned to the flyer as well.

The picture of Loki was unfamiliar to him. She looked a little more human in it, with less of the hardness that shone in her eyes. She looked happy.

Parrish turned back to the keys in front of him, his hand hovering over them for a second. He steeled his will and snatched them off the table, nodding at Stiles with confidence he didn't feel. "Okay."

Through the glaze of pain and the murkiness of the wolfsbane, Loki was only barely aware of the commotion occurring outside her cell. She could just make out the fact that there were guards doing their rounds, but they were off schedule. She faintly wondered why.

What did grab her attention was the sound of growl echoing throughout the walls.

It wasn't that it was a loud growl. In fact, it was a quiet one. Loki's sensitive ears picked it out because she was, for one thing, a werewolf. But for another, it was her Alpha.

It was Scott.

Loki pressed her eyes shut, her heart pounding in her chest. Scott was there. He'd come for her.

Forcing herself to focus despite the pain, Loki breathed in deeply. She could faintly make out the scents of Scott, Stiles, and Liam. They were here. They were here, they were going to help her and Lydia. She let out a low breath.

"Scott," she hissed, hoping that he'd hear her. "Scott."

Down the corridor, behind the gates, Scott froze. He could have sworn that someone said his name. No, not someone. Loki. He had heard Loki's voice. And she was nearby.

Liam paused as well, wheeling around to look at Scott with wide eyes. He'd heard her also. Stiles saw the looks on his friends' face and paused, panic flashing over his face as he assumed the worse.

"What? What is it?" he asked urgently. "Is there a werewolf thing?"

"Loki," Scott breathed. Stiles stared at his best friend uncomprehendingly. "Loki," Scott repeated. "She's here. She must have - she must have come for Lydia that night and been captured. She's been here the entire time!"

"Oh my god," Stiles whispered, relief and hope welling in his chest. Loki was here, she was alive.

At that moment, there was a low buzz and the lights flickered out overhead. Liam grinned. "She did it, Kira did it!"

"Five minutes to get Lydia and Lo -" Scott began. His voice cut off, his stomach dropping as a terrible thought occurred to him. The same realization had dawned on Liam and Stiles almost simultaneously.

Loki was there. Lydia was there. Stiles was going into the closed ward alone, and they had five minutes.

They couldn't get both girls out. They were going to have to choose.

"Shit." The whispered oath brought Loki back from her state of unconscious pain. She opened her eyes, peering out through the blood. She expected the person to be at the window to her cell, but instead the face of the speaker swam right in front of her vision. It was Stiles, standing right in front of her.

She spotted the key card in his hand and realized that he'd managed to break into the closed unit.

"Stiles," she whispered, relief pouring through her chest.

"Shit, Loki," he said again. His hands were shaking as they rose to the chains and he tugged on them warily. Loki let out a wail of pain, and Stiles flinched back. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I can't - can you break out?" his voice was desperate - he knew the answer. If she could have broken out, she would have by now. "Loki -"

"Go," she grunted. She was too tired. She couldn't keep her eyes open; she didn't have the strength. "Go - go get Lydia." She felt like her mouth was full of cotton, and she was only half-sure that Stiles could understand her. "I'm fine, you need to get Lydia out," she mumbled.

"Okay, okay," Stiles backed away, his eyes locked on Loki's form. "I'm sorry - we're, we're coming back for you. We didn't know -"

"Thought I'd run?" she smiled, and tasted blood at the corner of her lips. She sighed, heavily. "I don' blame you," she mumbled. "S'okay. Just get Lydia."

Stiles nodded. He thought that picking between who to save - Lydia or Loki - would have been easy for him. Not because he and Loki had always clashed heads - he still cared about her, despite their arguments - but because she had increased durability. She could survive this torture. And she wasn't in imminent danger, Lydia was.

But leaving her behind was one of the hardest things he'd ever done.

Once again, Loki was pulled out of her pain by the sound of footsteps approaching her. This time, the face she opened her eyes to wasn't a friendly one.

"Well," Loki muttered, a dark chuckle rumbling in her chest as she looked at Theo and Valack. "I'm not surprised I ended up in hell, but admittedly I thought it would take a little more to take me out." She eyed the struggle next to her lazily, Tracy against Valack. "Y'all can't scuffle somewhere else than my cell? I'd appreciate some peace and quiet."

"Very funny," Theo said, smirking at Loki. He observed her coldly, standing in front of Tracy, who was still pinning the doctor to the wall by his throat. "But I wouldn't be so mouthy if I were you." It was a threat, but not one that scared Loki.

"You think you can scare me?" Loki asked, her voice still slow with pain and exhaustion. "You an' - an' your little pack of petri dish lab experiments?" Theo flinched, his eyes narrowing with anger, and she smirked widely. "Aw. Did I hit a nerve?" Theo's jaw twitched as he struggled to control his anger and Loki laughed, the sound high and grating. "Poor Pinocchio just wants to be a real boy," she cooed.

"Shut up."

"Oh, am I bothering you?" Loki asked in mock-concern. "Damn. Too bad you can't just like...leave."

"Actually," Theo replied. "I need to be here. More precisely, I need to be wherever you are."

"Aw, baby," Loki said, pouting at Theo mockingly. "You wanted a date, there were easier ways to ask." She smiled at him lazily. "Wanna get on my good side? Get the fuck out, or get me the fuck out." Theo snorted, looking away from Loki as if her request was beneath him. She rolled her eyes at the attempt at a power play.

The idea of Theo being a viable threat was...laughable.

"Please enlighten me," Valack said conversationally, as though he wasn't being choked out by a half-werewolf, half-Kanima. "What does a pack of Chimeras want with a Banshee and a fallen Alpha?"

Theo laughed, a smirk playing around the edges of his mouth.

"I don't want a Banshee," he corrected. A thunderous howl sounded from down the hall and Theo grinned. "I'm looking for a Hellhound."

Loki froze, any amusement she had felt at the situation drying up. The horror must have been clear on her face, because Theo laughed in delight. "Aw. Did I hit a nerve?"

"Jordan!" Loki shouted, desperately straining against her chains. "Jordan, go!"

There was a clang of metal as the gate to the closed unit crashed to the ground.

"Here's the thing about that Hellhound," Theo said, backing into the corner of the cell. Tracy tossed Valack to the ground, following Theo out of the way. Loki could see the rest of the Chimeras moving back against the wall as well. "Lydia is a harbinger, like him. The Hellhound will come for the Banshee, and Jordan will come for his anchor."

"No," Loki muttered. She focused as hard as she could, forced her voice to be soothing and convincing. "Jordan, go," she whispered desperately. "Leave, I'm okay. Everything's okay."

Her desperate pleas didn't work. The heavy footsteps of the deputy sounded as he approached Loki. His eyes were glowing orange, flames and soot swirling around him. Even when he got close, his heat didn't burn her.

The Hellhound wrapped his hand around the chain that shackled Loki's torture crown to the wall, the flames burning hot enough to melt the metal clean through. The chain snapped and Loki sighed in relief as the pressure on her head was released. She could still feel the pain of the nails drilled into her skull, but at least she wasn't being tugged about.

Jordan wordlessly repeated the motion with both of Loki's wrist shackles, and she fell forward. He caught her gently, cradling her in his arms.

"Jordan," she whispered again. His fingers traced down the side of her face, leaving soot behind where his hands had touched. She grabbed his wrist, swallowing hard as emotion choked her. "I'm okay, I'm okay," she whispered. His eyes were still orange, he was still the Hellhound, not her boyfriend. "Jordan, go get her," she whispered desperately. "Go get Lydia, please."

The Hellhound lowered Loki to the ground, setting her gently against the wall. Loki pressed her lips together to muffle the moan of pain, even his slow, careful motions painful for her throbbing head.

Theo grinned at her simperingly. And then, in a motion too quick for Loki to react to, he launched a roundhouse kick at her head.

Loki was fairly certain she was dreaming. Not completely sure, but fairly.

Either that, or she was dead. Because she was sitting across from Kali and Ennis.

"What the hell is going on?" she whispered, staring at them with wide eyes. "I swear to fucking god, if Theo fucking Raeken killed me from a roundhouse kick to the head, I'm going to - "

"Loki." Just as it had always been, Kali could cut Loki off with a single word. "Enough. You're not dead." Loki looked around dubiously.

They were in the penthouse. Not the one in Beacon Hills, but the one before that. The one they'd had when Deucalion didn't have an immediate objective on his evil agenda, one where they were just a normal pack. Loki had had a boyfriend there - not a special one, but someone who was fun to be around. The twins had ruthlessly worked their way through the hearts and beds of any girl and boy who had let them, and Loki had laughed.

She'd felt normal. They'd been almost normal.

"Am I dreaming?" she asked. She recalled Stiles saying that you had more fingers than ten in dreams. She looked down at her hands, counting dutifully from one to ten. "Are you sure I'm not dead? Stiles is a lot of things, but lacking in knowledge is not one of them."

"I thought you said he was an idiot," Ennis replied conversationally.

"He is an idiot," Loki said. "But he's intelligent." Ennis and Kali exchanged looks and Loki sighed, rolling her eyes impatiently. "God, you guys are so ancient. You take everything so literally."

"Okay, teenager," Kali said with fond irritation. There was a pause as Loki looked around again, marveling at the detail her subconscious had come up with. Everything was exactly how she'd remembered it, even tiny details that she hadn't thought about in years.

"I don't get it," she said at last. "Where am I?"

"Come on, kid," Ennis said. "You formed a pack bond with not one but two of the most powerful harbingers of death we've ever seen. Don't you think that gets you special privileges sometimes?" Loki frowned, trying to work this out in her head. Slowly, it began to dawn on her.

"So - I'm not dead, but you are?"

"Wow, this second bout in Eichen did a real number on you, didn't it," Kali said sarcastically. "Your sanity clearly is not all intact." Ennis laughed and Loki flipped Kali off, pouting.

"And there I was thinking that ghosts were just about the only thing that didn't exist," Loki murmured, mostly to herself. There was a moment of quiet, punctuated only by the sound of the spoon scraping against the mug. Kali was brewing tea.

Loki took a whiff, her lip curling in disgust. "Ugh. I still can't believe you guys drank that," she said, grimacing at the smell. It was the wild risihi tea that Deucalion and Talia Hale had loved, the one that smelled so terrible.

"Acquired tastes," Kali said, winking at Loki. She took a sip. "You're about to wake up," she noted. "The twins are worried about you." Loki nodded faintly. She was still hung up on something that Ennis had said.

"You know, the pack bond," she ventured quietly. "I - I never meant to forget you guys. I mean, I haven't forgotten you guys."

Even as the two werewolves were fading out, Loki could see their soft smiles.

"It's okay, kid," Ennis said. The promise rang in her ears. "And trust what happens next."

"Oh," Kali added. "And tell Duke we say hi."

Loki coughed her way into consciousness, still in her tiny cell in Eichen. The nailed shackles and headpiece were still screwed into her body, but the pain had lessened slightly. Still, her vision swam as she staggered to her feet.

"When I get out of here," she muttered to herself, bracing her weight against the wall. "I'm kicking Theo's ass."

She set off down the corridor, trying not to dwell on her weird dream. The part that was the weirdest - besides how vivid it was, she had actually smelled the tea - was "tell Duke we say hi." What? When was Loki seeing Deucalion again, and why would Kali and Ennis care about the man who had killed them, either essentially or literally?

The same reason you still care?

"Shut up, me." Damn, maybe she was insane.

Shaking her head - and then immediately regretting it when the motion made her vision go spotty with pain - Loki limped down the hall, using the wall for support.

She needed to find her pack.

This notion proved to be much harder than it sounded. Tracking was Loki's second nature, but she was so dizzy that she could barely stand. Noise hurt her ears, and strong smells weren't much better. She basically had the concussion to end all concussions, and the sensitivity of her werewolf senses wasn't making anything easier.

Groaning, Loki leaned back against the wall. An overly sweet smell was wafting in Loki's nostrils, making her nauseous. She stumbled, and somebody grabbed her arm.

"Hey," a soft, familiar voice said. "Thank god you're okay."

"Aiden?" she gasped, confused. She looked up. Her vision was spotty, darkness fading in and out, but it was Aiden. "Oh my god," she whispered, collapsing into her friend. He scooped her up gently, carrying her in his arms as he headed out of the facility. "How are you - when did you - where's Ethan?"

"He's outside." And that - that was wrong, Loki thought fuzzily. Ethan wouldn't let Aiden come in alone, never.

"What?" she mumbled. Something was off. The smell - it wasn't Aiden's scent, but maybe it was just that sweet, cloying scent messing her up. "Aiden..."

"Sh." The word was clipped, irritated. And that wasn't wrong, but it also was. Aiden got mad. But he wouldn't be mad at her for talking. He'd be mad at her for putting herself in this situation. Where was the lecture?

"Who the hell are you," Loki breathed. "How dare you." She missed the twins so much. This trick hurt so badly, the pain almost more than she could comprehend. Aiden's face smirked as he stepped outside. The cool night air washed away the sticky, sweet smell, which Loki now recognized as a hallucinogenic that had been used on her before.

"In my defense," Theo said as he walked down the stairs of Eichen and pushed his way through the gate. "I was sure you'd see Scott."

"Loki." Lydia's voice sounded loud, even though it was barely a mumble. Loki turned her head, watching dazedly as Stiles hefted Lydia into his Jeep.

"Loki!" Kira's voice was shocked, Malia's echo a little bit louder. They hadn't known she was in there.

"Loki, oh my god." Scott's voice was quieter, but full of horror as he took in his ex-girlfriend's appearance for the first time. She'd lost weight, and there were unhealed bruises and cuts all over her body. The worst of it was the circlet around her head, drilled into her skull, with matching cuffs on either wrist. Her blood was blackened and congealing on her arms and face.

He took a step forwards her and Theo tutted, curling his claws around her throat.

"I'll kill her," he warned. "You want them both alive? You get Lydia, I get Loki." Scott's face twisted in a mixture of pain, anger, and indecision. Behind him, Lydia whimpered in pain, a short shriek leaving her lips.

The noise made Loki's head spin.

"Scott," Stiles's voice was quiet and full of regret. "We have to go."

"We can't just leave her!"

Trust what happens next.

Even though she was pretty sure that entire conversation about been a hallucination, Loki latched onto that advice. She nodded at Scott steadily, even as he stared at her with wide, pained eyes.

"It's okay," she told him. "Go."

Trust what happens next.

She trusted. And even though she did, and even though she said it was okay, it didn't lessen the pain of watching her pack leave her behind.

Loki grit her teeth, air hissing out in a sharp exhale. "Fucking hell!" she swore as Theo gave another vicious tug. She slammed her hand down on the table, her claws piercing the wood and tearing it into ribbons. The pack of Chimeras shifted back, nervous by the display of strength. Theo didn't flinch, bracing his weight and pulling again, throwing all his weight back against the screw.

The last nail tore from her skull and a wave of nausea rolled over her as she was momentarily blinded by the pain. She took a deep breath, controlling herself enough to not puke, and then sat up.

The pain was mind-numbing, but it was fading slowly. Not as quickly as it would if she was at top-form, but her system was still working through the wolfsbane. It would take her a while to be completely fine.

"You okay?" Theo asked, setting the blood-soaked nail-embedded crown on the table in front of her. Despite his statement of seeming concern, his tone and eyes were cold, detached, callous. Loki scowled at him.

"Why do you care," she hissed, wiping her mouth.

"I don't," Theo responded bluntly. "But I bet he does."

Frowning, Loki turned around to follow Theo's gaze. She took in the surroundings for the first time since she'd been brought there - she was in an underground lab of some kind, similar to what the Dread Doctors operated in.

Sitting on the ground behind her, hooked up to a crude looking IV drip of bloody liquid was a man. He raised his head as Loki turned her gaze to him, and the young werewolf's mouth dropped open.

"What - how - "

Deucalion smiled.

"Hello, dear."

PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINION ON THESE LONG-ASS QUESTIONS IN A REVIEW. I BEG OF YOU AND IT WILL MAKE ME UPDATE FASTER I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE

so this is kinda random, but i need/want y'all's opinions on three things:

one, should the endgame ships be aiden x lydia and stiles x malia orrrr since stiles and lydia was finally canon in season 6, should it be stydia and then aiden and malia? personally, lydia and aiden's relationship was one of my absolute favorites in the entire teen wolf series but i can also see malia and aiden working really well togeher because they both had homocidal urges lmao. one thing i will NOT be doing is scott and malia. sorry not sorry that shit came the fuck out of left field and NEVER made sense.

two, and this is just for me - do you guys know why this story is called Incidence, Coincidence, Pattern? becuause i have what i think is a GREAT reason, but i realize i have never once mentioned it/explained it. is it obvious? i'll tell you guys my reason when i next update (so in like twelve years cuz i'm a piece of shit) but i'm super curious as to what you guys thinks.

three, would you guys be interested in seeing AUs/flashback/flashforward oneshots after this is story is over? because i know i don't have it in me to write a whole new chapter in loki's life - as much as i love her, this one story really took it out of me as you can see with my lack of updates. but i DO love her, and i do have a few cute ideas for her life after the show, before the show, and also some fun/cheesy/cliche AUs in mind that i would LOVE to write. requests would be open for these one-shots, but i only want to write them if people will read them! so please, please let me know!

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