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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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Away. So, so far away.

"There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever".

Pairing/s: Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

There's 2 alternative endings, a "choose your own adventure" kind of thing.

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Warnings: angst. God, believe me, this is so fucking sad. Sorry about that. Some fluff, implied smut, Odin and Frigga's A+ parenting (/s). Thor being a little bitch. Reader not wanting kids.

Total word count: 16,3K (this was supposed to be an oneshot???)

Chapter word count: 4,6K

If you had to choose the best outcome from working with the Avengers (or, more specifically, under the economic decisions of Tony Stark), it had to be the hotels he chose for the team on the missions.

The rooms were always a bliss —you would’ve never gone to such fancy places if it were up to you. You didn’t think it was worth the money at all, and you didn’t fit into the overpriced lifestyle of those who loved the five-stars everything.

But your work was something you had to do, and, let’s say the comfortable beds, big bathrooms and incredibly talented chefs making your breakfast wasn’t something you had to work hard for you to enjoy.

And now, as your sore muscles ached and your fogged head went everywhere and anywhere, you thanked greatly to be able to be there that night. Peaceful. Tranquility washing over your back in the form of drops of water.

The mirror was covered with steam and a curtain blocked your way, but you still noticed the tall figure of Loki peeping in. You heard his clothes being dropped on the floor and you kept on putting soap over your shoulders, as if he wasn’t there. You were so, so tired, you didn’t even realize that the shower was a little bit too hot for your lover. It even was too hot for you, too.

“Damn”, he gasped as he flinched away from the water. You woke up from your daydreaming and immediately turned the cold water on. The mixture of them formed a perfectly tepid temperature you both could tolerate. You learnt the hard way Loki showered on such cold water your lips would turn blue. “You alright, dear?”, he asked from behind you.

“Yeah, a little tired, not more”.

“You need some rest, take the day off tomorrow, would you?”, he purred on your ear with his hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft massage. His hands moved up to your hair, and he soon began cleaning it himself. He loved to do that for you, and you loved to feel his long fingers caress your scalp, the soap running down your body, the shampoo smell staining his own skin and leaving the shower smelling the same.

“I have to finish this mission up”, you mumbled. “But once we’re back to the compound you bet we’re taking a day off together. You must be tired too”.

“Not that much, but I can’t deny a day off with you”, you felt him smile, even though you weren’t facing him. You knew how and when he smiled; you memorized the curve of his lips and every situation it would curve. His smile did things to you. “You know I don’t get tired off of these things”.

“Yeah, it’s almost like you’re a God or something”.

You both laughed softly. He gently pulled your head back and cleaned off the shampoo. He kissed your temples, all the way down to the nape of your neck, and kept kissing each protuberance of the spine, bone by bone, as if missing one would make it feel left out. As if every inch of you, every single bit of you, deserved the same praise and the same love —it did. He made sure you knew that.

“It’ll be all over soon”, he promised in a whisper. You sighed.

“Don’t worry, my love. It will pay off”, you assured him. You turned around to face his furrowed brows. Standing in your tiptoes, you reached his forehead and planted a kiss where his frown disappeared as if by magic. “Now it’s my turn to wash your hair”. He smiled and kneeled before you, so you could reach his head.

You shampooed and conditioned his hair slowly and silently. He closed his eyes, not letting you know he was overthinking about everything he was making you do, and how much he appreciated you doing it.

“You know…”, he murmured, his deep voice almost getting mistaken by a groan if it weren’t for the clearly spoken words, “we could stop all of this, if you see it… surpassing your limitations”.

He opened his eyes and raised his head to meet yours. Those puppy eyes of his. You scoffed.

“Limitations?”, you cocked an eyebrow and smirked teasingly.

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You know you’re a weakie”, he said jokingly, emphasizing on how bad that word described you at his gaze. “Now, seriously. I’m aware it’s a lot. A lot, lot”.

“Love, you don’t have to keep worrying about it. I accepted because I love you so, so much. Some even could say too much”, you caressed the back of his head and sank your fingers in between the curled strands. “I may not agree with it ideologically, but I can make a little sacrifice if that means being with you for the rest of my life. And, for the record, it’s not as much as you think”.

He didn’t say anything else to that. He simply smiled again, pressed lips in the tiniest curve, as if repressing it would make it last longer, and let you wash the conditioner off him.

You could do very well with a day off, though. Between the missions that seemed to never stop and only get worse week by week, and the infinite amount of trials you had to go through by the Asgardian royals, you thought you may pass out any time soon.

The trials… ah, the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life. And that was not little to say, for you had fought freaking aliens and helped supersoldier’s wounds to heal in a matter of seconds with Stark’s subdermic nanotech.

Loki had a possibility, a chance to have everything he ever wanted to have, and he could’ve taken it. They said ‘you can have the throne now’, as if it had always been that easy, and he didn’t take it right away, as if it hadn’t been the thing he most wanted.

“The thing I most want, little darling, is you”, he told you when he explained what had happened.

And you swore he was about to propose —he almost took off a damn ring off his pocket. But he didn’t, and instead, he related carefully and detailedly what had to happen before he could marry you, if he were to get the throne. You had to show your in-laws you were a good companion for the King.

And that sucked. Why did it matter so much? You loved him and he loved you, and he was going to be a great King. That was all that mattered for both of you. But the conditions were very clear, and had no room for argument. And you wouldn’t let Loki give up his unfulfilled wish to rule the realms, nor would he give it up now that he had the chance.

So there you were, balancing between the missions and the trials. Which were very sexist, in fact. Who would’ve thought royals and Gods would be so conservative? You laughed. They varied between many housekeeping duties, archery, Asgard’s history, a lot of politics, the cooking and baking of different Asgardian treats, and a lot of those idiotic kind of trainings of putting books over your head and walking in heels. They said they had to transform an avenger into royalty, and you almost laughed in their face. Loki did.

It was impossible you'd ever actually become who they wanted you to change into. A submissive and silent companion, not possessing any other ability than smiling politely and attending your husband's needs? You were so incredibly far from even being like that, that not even Strange could see a reality in where you'd do it.

But you could pretend. You passed the first dozen trials, and passed them well. Odin had started growing a certain liking to your attitude, much unlike Frigga, who was increasingly repulsed by it. She was trying her best in transforming you, a lost cause in her eyes, into whatever she found fitting to accompany her younger son.

"Your mother's idea of a 'good' partner is very different from mine", you said over a glass of wine, waiting for dinner to finish cooking. Loki was sitting over the counter reading a book. He closed it over his lap and marked the page with a wooden spoon that was on handy.

"Mine too", he sighed. "She doesn't see that you already are perfect".

"I don't think she'd see me with your eyes".

"You must remember she was raised to be the princess that would someday marry Odin. She has no other view of marriage than… changing the true self. Much as she taught me shapeshifting, we have all learnt different ways to hide underneath a veil of lies and deceiving".

You took in his sincere words and went back to silence for a while. He didn't go back to his book, instead, he looked at you. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, but asking felt like an intrusion of some sort. You looked back at him, an invitation to ask. He then asked,

"How do you feel about it?".

You nodded with no reason to nod. Pressed your lips in a line, a smile that wouldn't form just yet. Not for this.

"I sincerely don't know", you finally said. He hummed. "I love you, that's all I know. My perception of marriage doesn't mean giving everything and everyone up. But again, in my perception of marriage I never thought I would actually marry a prince. I know this is how it is. I know this is what has to be done".

"It doesn't", he jumped off the counter and surrounded your waist with his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. "Love, this can be solved. I don't want you to resign everything and everyone. This is not how it has to go if you don't like it. Say the word. Say the word and…", he sighed.

"And you'll resign your everything and everyone?", you chuckled.

"You're my everything and everyone, I wouldn't be resigning anything I don't already have".

"Liar. You want this", you said almost in a whisper. Turning around to face him, you cupped his face and kissed his chin. "You can have it. I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel guilty".

"I have reasons to feel that way".

"I'm just being dramatic".

"You're not".

"I really am", you assured him. Love sometimes was protecting him from your thoughts. Love sometimes was waking up from a nightmare where he died and not telling him about it. Love sometimes was not worrying him and lying. Or was it? Were you protecting him or were you creating a demon? "This is your big chance. Do I have a big chance here? I don't. My big chance so far has been being by your side. You make me blindly happy. I don't care if I have to change some things to please your parents, we both know I wouldn't actually change. We can see underneath the acting. You know me".

"I know you enough…", he started saying, with no need to finish it. I know you enough to know you don't want this.

"Let's have dinner", you smiled, and he kissed your forehead.

Love sometimes was accepting, he thought. Accepting you didn't want to talk about it that much. Love sometimes was sharing time. Sharing that glass of wine while sharing moments in the kitchen. Sharing the dinner you cooked together. Sharing time. Sharing. And this… Loki knew he wasn't sharing. He was taking his chance and making you go through it without you wanting it. But you shared —your life, your motivations, your fears, most of your thoughts. And you shared your thoughts about it, yet he could sense that wasn't all. You were keeping some worries to yourself, and that was what preoccupied him the most.

In the training room, you avoided Thor’s blasts and threw your daggers, trying to practice over the little things the Queen had taught you. Loki observed from afar, not wanting to distract you. He stared proudly, knowing who he was going to marry. It was not bad at all.

You had started liking that part of the training. You catched interest for Asgard’s history, politics, and the trainings of archery and dagger-fighting. You grew fonder of the idea of living in his Palace, and, to him, nothing sounded better than you calling him my King in front of everyone. But, whatever would come for the future, would come brightly.

You weren’t closer with Thor than with any other Avenger. And you weren’t exactly friends with anyone. You got along pretty well. Tony Stark liked your fierce personality, and laughed at the contrast between your bitterness in the field to your kind essence in any other situation.

Steve Rogers constantly pointed out how hilarious it was that someone like you would end up with someone like Loki. Both took it personal —Loki thought it was an offence to him, “how could someone as caring and sweet as you end up with that mass murderer”. You thought it was an offence to you, “how could someone as dull and incompetent as you end up with a literal God”.

Natasha Romanoff… She didn’t talk much. But, unlike James, she didn’t even try to communicate. James was interesting, and you were sure you would call him a friend, someday. He wasn’t very talkative, but he was always there. Always laughed at your jokes. He memorized your coffee order. He liked the same shows you did and watched them with you, in silence. He was quiet, but his actions spoke to you much more than any other Avenger. Although, James “Bucky” Barnes, was not an Avenger. Much like Loki. He was just there, he was always helping.

“How are the trials?”, asked Thor, avoiding one of your daggers without much effort. You weren’t actually good at it. Thor had learnt to avoid them for the last thousand years.

“I have a week left, and then it’s done. I think I’m doing pretty good”, you said, hiding your exhaustion. Thor was barely moving and you couldn’t catch up to him as much as you tried. He laughed when you fell, and helped you up, only to blast you again with a tiny electric wave, that at that point you felt no more than a tingling sensation.

“My son”, heard Loki from behind him. He turned around and made a small reverence to her. She smiled and stood by his side, observing you too. “I see their determination”.

“Nothing better for a King’s companion, yes?”, he said, proud dripping off his words. Frigga rolled her eyes and nodded. She wasn’t amused that Loki, from all the choices he had, had chosen a dull midgardian to follow him for less than a century. And then he’d had to choose again. Hopefully, someone who would live longer than a damn heartbeat.

“We ought to have a little talk, boy”, she finally said, and Loki’s heart tightened with nervousness. Very few people managed to get him that nervous over a couple of words. “Join me to a more… private space”.

They walked in silence until his room seemed like the best option. Room was a formal way to call it, for it was huge as an apartment. You both had managed to make a standardized-looking studio apartment into a cozy space, decorated with care and dedication. It was obvious Loki’s good taste and your inherent warmth had a big role on the decorations.

Frigga roamed around the room, observing the hung pictures and passing a finger through the white Christmas lights. She stopped at a particular photograph of Loki and you ice skating. He was carrying you as if you were a feather-weight doll, your seemingly cold hands wrapping his blue neck. Frigga stared at the actions developing at that moment. Under your cold touch, he was half transformed in his Jötun form, completely comfortable. You looked at his eyes with a glimmer that Frigga knew it to be the same Loki looked at you with. You were both laughing, and he seemed to have carried you up bridal style only to tease you into throwing you into a snow pile.

“Mother?”, Loki pulled her off of her thoughts. She turned around. “You wished to talk about something”.

“You seem… in love”, she murmured under a confusing expression. Despite Loki’s perceptiveness, he couldn’t figure out if his mother was repressing a smile or holding back a frown of sadness. Perhaps both.

“I am, mother”, he admitted, appearing a mug of tea in her hand and inviting her to sit on one of the couches. “If I must be sincere with you, as I always have been, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way for anyone”.

“For a mortal, Loki…”, she sighed and sipped her tea. “You know what will happen now. You’re so… attached”.

“As attached as you are to Father, not as one is to a puppy pet”, he clarified.

“But much more like a puppy pet, they’ll live less than a quarter of your life. Much less. In fact, you’ll blink twice and you’ll be by an empty space on your bed, my dear”.

“I certainly hope you’re getting to a point here”, he scoffed. He’s had this conversation countless times before, and his mother never gave in.

“There is this last thing in the trials…”, she said, raising her eyebrows and getting up to pace around the room once again, barely watching over the decens of good moments in pictures you had displayed on the wall. “One thing that has to be surely not optional”.

Loki sipped on his own tea, looking out the window. He watched the spider boy try the man of iron’s flying boots and crush against a window. It was a much better thing to have his mind on, than in what his mother had just implied.

He didn’t realize it, but a few tears formed in the corners of his eyes, and he had to swallow harder to speak his mind. The implication alone of what that meant… he knew all of this would crumble under his touch. Sooner or later, he would have to make a choice, and he’d choose the wrong thing.

Both options were the wrong thing. There was no way out. There was no right path to follow.

“There has to be a way out of this question. Of this decision”, he hurried. His mother chuckled.

“Given your reaction, son, it doesn’t sound like there’s much to decide. It’s an answered question, and we all know it”.

“Yet you thought it wise to pull them through all of these trials, all of these…”, his lips trembled, and he had to stop to take a breath. “To rouse us with the illusion of the better life we always dreamed of?”.

“I had warned you about it, Loki. There is no us in your daydream for the throne. And much less with a short-lived being such as a midgardian. I had warned you”, she repeated, and rage boiled on Loki’s veins.

“Why is it that everytime I get a glimpse of what a good future could look like, it gets destroyed before it arrives?!”, he lost his temper, raising his voice. The tea fell to the carpeted floor and he didn’t even look at it. Frigga didn’t flinch, and walked closer to him. She gave him an arm-length grab on his shoulders that was supposed to calm him down.

“Hush, little boy… this is for…”, she tried to soothe the wound she opened, but he interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“For my own good? Were you going to say that, Frigga?”, he hissed. His mother dropped the arms. She didn’t like when he called her by name. It implied things he had implied before, and were no less true than what he felt like. Apart. Away. “And must I remind you I’m not a little boy you need to protect and make decisions for? This is ridiculous. I’m given, once again, the illusion of the choice”.

“Oh, Loki, when have I ever given you a golden apple you couldn’t actually reach?”, she folded her arms, furrowing her brows. “I’ve taught you magic so you could be unstoppable. I’ve raised you equally, despite your roots. I’ve…”, she enlisted, and Loki’s chest hurt so tightly he thought he’d finally die. He couldn’t speak. “I’ve left everything to your reach. Your arm just wasn’t long enough. You could’ve stretched it further, yet you decided to go for another apple, and that, my son, is not our fault”.

Loki sat on the floor, and she stayed standing. The height difference that would always make her look up at him was now gone, dissolved as the confidence Loki had gathered in the past few years he’s been living in Midgard, away from all of those words. Away from what he considered at some point, the truth. And you weren’t there to hug him and squeeze the lies away —it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, he repeated himself like a machine. It wasn’t true, although it felt so much like it.

“Loki? You haven’t said a word in…”, she began saying, rotting her patience of steel.

“What would you like me to say?”, he asked, blinking some tears away. He got up, not letting her see how much smaller he felt now. Words are just words. “Perhaps you could facilitate me with a script, so I would never wrong my path again, yes?”, he spat sarcastically.

“Oh, son. You musn’t…”.

“Take this personally, I’m aware. Now, if you excuse me, my beloved will come from training any time soon now, and it would be very unpleasant for you to come across them and have to greet them, right? So I’d suggest we wrap up our little chat and you go… Queen around”.

“Now, you’re being just rude. I wouldn’t wish you to fail in anything”.

“I’ve never said that. You said that I’m just too… incompetent to reach, the apples, was it? Were you talking about Iduna’s or was it a metaphor for all the things you’ve taken from me?”.

“You’re putting words in my mouth”.

“You’re right. You’ve never taken anything from me. You’ve never given them in the first place. You’ve only put them near, so I could want them enough, and then give them to your real son”.

“You’re my son, too. You’re a real son, too, Loki”, she extended her palms for him to grab, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned around.

“Excuse me. I must have misunderstood”.

“You certainly did”.

“Perhaps it’s because I live in a world of illusions, and I’m forgetting what’s real and what’s not”.

She nodded, hiding impatience. Without saying another word, she teleported away, disappearing behind a veil of yellow lights, like a flame surrounding and consuming her.

Loki dropped to the floor again, and inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled, inhaled…

“Love?”, you asked, dropping your water bottle on the table without unlocking your eyes from him. You kneeled next to him immediately. “Love, what’s happening? Are you bad?”.

If he wasn’t in such a state, he would’ve laughed at the comparison of what caring for the other meant in your eyes and his family’s.

He didn’t let you see his face —torn apart, wet with cold tears that solidified to the touch of his skin, the blue form that couldn’t hide when he was too upset, or too broken, like he was right then.

He sank in your arms, hugging you as tightly as he allowed himself to. Grasping for your touch, for you to never leave him, for your soul to never leave your body and stay with him for the rest of his life.

His mother was right, he thought. He was all she said he was, and that hurt him. But it stung him even more when he knew how right she was about his short-lived being beloved. He was going to pull away from your hug and you would take a few more breaths, and that was it. And your worried face, frowning your expression as you couldn’t see what had taken over his lover this time, would become cold as marble.

“Please, please—I can’t live without you, not like this—not anymore”, he sobbed over your neck, sinking deeper into the embrace you would oh so tightly hold and hold —you wouldn’t let him go, not ever, not if you had the chance to. And Loki knew you would actually do it. He’d lose you because you would never agree to that, and with good reason.

“You don’t have to, I’m not leaving. I’m here, Loki. I’m here, love, and you’re alright. Deep breaths, breathe with me, love, come, breathe with me”, you helped him calm down, rubbing big circles on his back, your palms open and warm trying to cover the immensity of him compared to you.

There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever.

He could, on the other hand, keep you as far as he could manage to.

He was already stable, now. You cuddled him on the couch, weighted blanket surrounding his body, a few ice cubes inside a bag for his forehead and neck —you knew it would always make him feel less pushed, keeping his Aesir form costed an extra amount of energy he sometimes couldn’t handle to bare— and your hand kept brushing his hair, braiding it, letting him know he was safe.

He opened his eyes and there you were —an angel, a healer caring for his wounds. He sighed at your sight, and embarrassed himself for even thinking about it. No, no. Of course he would choose you. He would never choose the throne if he had to give you up. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He raised a hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered.

“Don’t be”, you assured.

“I… I have to ask”.

“Tell me”.

And so he asked,

“Would you, ever, at any given point of your life, want to have a child with me?”.

You stayed silent. You looked at him, every bit of his face, every expression that would tell you what he was actually thinking about. Why was he asking this now? After all of this? He knew the answer, why would he bring it up again?

And then it hit you.

“Your Mother was here”, you lowered your gaze. Your legs started bouncing.

“She was”.

“This is a condition”.

“It is”.

“Heir”.

“Not more and not less”.

“What will we do?”, you asked, raising your eyebrows. As you looked for Loki’s eyes to be wet, to have any emotion of regret, they weren’t. He was hiding them very well.

“We will stay here. No more trials. No more boring royal things for you to learn”.

“This can’t be possible”, you frowned in concern. “Loki, this is the thing you most want. You can’t give it up for this”.

“For what? For being with the love of my life? I certainly can and will”, he smiled. It was a sad smile, you noticed. His eyes couldn’t hide what his lips tried to. He noticed you didn’t believe him. “We’ve talked about this over and over. I will bargain more. But as for now, I can see the most likely option will be this one. I propose we get comfortable. You once talked about a house by the mountains and cats, right?”.

“Don’t change the topic, mister”, you frowned and he laughed. You hugged him tightly, and murmured in his ear “are you sure you want this?”.

“So, so sure, my little darling”.

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funky1town · 3 years

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fantasy world loki x asgardian! reader (pt 2.)

summary: with an attack on Asgard and each fighting for their people, the two become separated, constantly thinking of their other half

word count: 4.2k

warnings: angst, gore

part 1

Loki’s night with Zolanari fortunately didn’t last long. In fact, their time was cut so short that they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. It wasn’t long till a guard abruptly approached him in the empty halls, the mans footsteps echoing with urgency.

“Prince Loki,” the guard bowed out of breath, “The Allfather requests your immediate presence,”

Loki looked behind him, only a few feet from his door, “Can’t it wait?”

The guard swallowed and shook his head, beads of sweat forming on his hairline, “There’s been an attack,”

Loki’s face hardened as he let go of Zolanari. Now, if he listened, he could hear the distant sounds of feet running, a scream here and there.

He could only think of one person in that moment.

“Very well,” Loki nodded, “Go to your station,”

As the guard began to sprint down the halls, Loki followed, casting his armor upon him.

“Loki!”

He turned to Zolanari as he continued to walk backwards.

There’s no time to lose he thought. Her. I must get to her.

“Where will I go!”

Her golden dress was bunched together in her hands, reflecting the colors of the golden walls. He thought of the future bodies that will lay on these grounds in the morning, the families that will be separated and the lives he will have to take tonight.

The jewels that hung from her body, the innocence in her eyes. Nothing but a life of happy memories that shaped her, made her the woman she is today.

He could never love her he realized.

“Hide in my room, go fight with the others, I don’t care,”

“So you are leaving me?” she cried.

Loki shook his head and turned around once more, “I cant be there for you Z. We’re warriors, not children,”

He was sure that she spoke something after him, a blurb of obscenities that would diminish his ego, a jab on how Thor is the better brother. All words from her mouth had turned into white noise. He couldn’t care to look back, see which fate she had decided. He could only think of her.

Did she run for the gardens he wondered, the one place they would seek shelter when they were younger. Maybe Frigga had seen her, taken her in with the royals because even his own mother knows how deeply he cares. He didn’t dare think of the latter option that was running through his head.

This hadn’t been the first time Asgard had been attacked. One of the many attempts of other nations trying to control the nine realms.

Each time, the two friends have found solace in each other, always side by side if the attack ever reached their area. It’s different now, he ponders.

With age and responsibilities, he’s expected to fight rather then hide. Protect instead of cower. He still remembers when they were little and he would become frightened at the dangers of power shifting.

She would reach into her pocket, the silent rustle creating the only sound in the dimly lit room. In her hand was a golden pendant, a necklace she would hold out to him.

“My mom once told me this gives you eternal safety. The power from the warriors before who wore this around their necks and fought in decade long battles,”

Loki reached out towards her and wrapped the pendant around his hand, softly stroking the engraved designs, “Do you really believe in that?” he whispered.

She kept her eyes trained on the necklace, noticing the gentleness in his touch. She shrugged, “I believed in my mom,”

A foolish night he thought. A waste of time in his remaining days on Asgard.

If he would of just stayed back in the comfort of his own room, the fireplace lit, the distant sounds of the ball from below, none of this would be happening. She would’ve already been with him, their bodies resting in-front of one another’s as they practiced magic together, warmly lit by the fire. Her assured safety would’ve been sealed, a promise that would ease his worries.

As he appeared closer to the throne room, voices grew louder as Asgardian’s were ushered by guards down the halls, couples clutched to one another, children’s cries being silenced by their mothers arms.

His eyes scanned the crowd frantically, a wildness behind them. He couldn’t miss her, he began to think. He’d notice her from a mile away, in a crowd of thousands. She just had that special spark to her.

Even tonight during the ball, in a room that is suffocating to all senses, he had seen her. Dressed in the same uniform he’d witness her bear everyday, the same hair she tucked away under gray fabrics, he noticed her the minute she walked through those grand doors.

He had seen her every single day. Same clothes, same attitude, same smile. And not once did he grow tired of her. It was the one thing in his life he was sure of he realized.

He bet that no one even noticed the small gold earrings that hung around her frame at the ball tonight. A small action of defiance, a small gesture of luxury, and a whole lot of her.

As his eyes frantically searched the crowd, a familiar face appeared in his vision, bringing him back to reality.

“Nan!”

The old woman stopped abruptly and turned towards the source. Loki had been a big part of her life just as much as Y/N, considering the two were never seen without the other. He remembered for his birthday once, when Asgard was at war and too busy to celebrate, Nan requested Loki’s favorite food from the kitchen staff, bringing the two for a picnic at the cliff side.

“Loki!” her face was tense, her frail gray hairs falling wildly out of her bun. A young girl was clutched to her side as tears streamed down her face.

He rushed towards the pair and held onto the woman before him. Even despite Nan’s constant appearance around the palace, always bent over, scrubbing another corner, the woman was quite old and always needing assistance according to Y/N, “Are you alright? Where’s Y/N?”

She sighed heavily, looking behind her and holding the little girl closer, “I saw her for a brief moment. She was with all the other maids I - I don’t know where...” she shook her head, furious tears running down her face. Looking down to the girl below her she caught her breath, “She lost her parents, I -”

“It’s okay,” Loki interrupted in a soft tone, quickly guiding Nan and the girl towards the throne room, “Come with me you’ll be okay,”

The closer they got, the more the screams grew. The more bodies he imagined to be buried tomorrow. The little girls whimpers grew louder as Nan’s footsteps began too slow.

“Loki?” Nan softly cried. He looked towards her, sorrow and regret settled upon her face. In her hands, she nervously played with small gold earrings.

Her earrings.

“I don’t know where she went,”

Loki clenched his jaw and turned away, the grip on his staff tightening.

“I’ll find her.”

****

Her heart continued to pound ever since the blast.

One second she was serving Frigga her drink, the next she was wrapped around her frame, ducked under a table.

Blood continued to drip from her hairline, a sure few rocks digging in her skin.

“What were they?” Aldis huffed, one of her dear friends. She thought of how they used to play tag in these same halls together. Now they were running for their lives, five more killers now on their tail.

Y/N grabbed onto the shirt of another maid, quickly turning her around, “This way,” she nodded.

She guessed there was about eight of them now, running in a tight knit group. Two girls she recognized from the kitchen, the man next to her Odin’s tailor. The guards had told them there wasn’t enough room in the hideouts for staff. And Odin dragged Frigga away before she could take Y/N’s hand.

They were on their own.

“I don’t know,” Y/N panted. “I didn’t get a good lo-”

Out of nowhere, an arrow wizzed past her, landing into the golden beam in front of them. They all screeched to a halt, only a few daring to look back.

Rounding the corner were five hideous beasts, all heavily armed with weapons that swung with each stomp. Dark blood painted the surfaces of the artillery, deep scars littering the skins of the animals in front of them. They showed no sign of stopping.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

It’s alright, Y/N thought, building up her courage. Loki trained me for this. All those early mornings, sneaking away from the palace. He always wanted her to be his equal.

Well this was her chance.

“Okay go, go, go!” she exclaimed, gathering the group in-front of her and pushing them forward.

Reaching into her pocket, she quickly pulled out her key, the ‘L’ engraved on it still showing,“In here,” she whispered.

As they all scrambled inside, she tried to push down the fear rising to her throat, booming footsteps growing closer and closer. But it was the ear defining screech of metal against wall that made her want to cry in her mom’s arms.

When the last of them had gotten inside and Y/N still hadn't seeked safety, Aldis stood up slowly, “Y/N...”

There were tears on her face as she looked to the side, her hands clutched to the door.

“Now’s not the time to be a hero Y/N,” Aldis cried.

She laughed sadly, smiling at her dear friend.

Blue, Y/N thought.

She had blue eyes.

“Someone has to lock the door Aldis,”

Someone has to lead them away.

“Locking the door won't matte-”

She closed the door before she could hear her one last time. She’d never been very good at goodbyes.

Aldis was right, locking the door wouldn’t matter. The beast that rounded the corner held a five foot hammer while the one that came after had blood smeared on its chest. Still didn’t stop her from chucking the key over the terrace below them, letting it fall into the unknown.

She breathed deeply, sticking her chest out, not daring to let her voice waver, “You want Asgardian blood?” she shouted, bringing the beasts to a stop, “Come get it!”

One of the beasts slowly stepped forward, snarling its hideous teeth as it grumbled out in an unknown language. Y/N studied them all carefully as another smiled.

“He says,” it growled, voice deep and distorted, “Where are your friends?”

The rest smiled in unison, blood dripping from their mouths as they did so, littering the floors she had just scrubbed this morning.

She swallowed deeply, digging her nails into the palm of her hand. Could that be Nan’s blood she wondered. Loki’s even? Had they found safety in the rooms she could not enter, or are they just as lost as she.

A small part of her screamed that they were still alive, that she must continue to fight for the one’s she loves. Her whole life, all she has known, was to protect Loki. Many times she’d questioned if her love for him would be any different if he wasn’t all she’s known.

In this moment now, with her life on the line, she decides it wouldn’t be.

What’s protecting him one more time?

“You want them?” she growled, “You’ll have to catch me,”

****

It had been three hours since the attack, his father describing the creatures as ancient beasts. For what they lacked in brains, they made up for in calvary. Thousands of them swarmed around Asgard, all broken into clusters attacking the main east and west wing.

He had lost his helmet hours ago, the horns probably shattered by the shear size of the weapons they were dealing with. Blood stained his knives as his energy depleted, his magic becoming less and less prevalent.

Each room they entered, each hall they fought in, he would whisper her name, unlock every door. Some doors led to a few helpless Asgardian’s, other were a beast in hiding.

None of them were her.

Grunting, he pulled a dagger out of the monsters chest, wiping the blood on his leather. Checking his surroundings, he saw one of the soldiers opening a door at the end of the hallway. With a steady face he shook his head towards Loki.

The pit in his stomach only grew.

Looking around at the soldiers in-front of him, he thought about how many of them had lovers waiting. If they too, were thinking the same self destructing thoughts he was. Here Loki was, putting his own problems ahead of their own, a narcissistic plea for the safety of another.

He was sure they weren’t as special as his own. None of them had that same spark.

His thoughts were cut short when the sound of bells rang. Once, twice, three times. If one was lucky, they would look to the skies and see the darkened purple vessel gearing away, far from the carnage they left behind.

He heard the sounds of metal clanging to the floor, the sighs of relief from the warriors left. Some were heavily injured, one woman with a deep gash in her side, being tended to by another soldier. At this point he would return to the throne room, discuss with his father the next course of action and if Asgard would engage in war or meet halfway.

In this moment though, he couldn’t seem to care less about what happened, of what his father had to say, of how many Asgardian’s were slaughtered. Across the courtyard he saw a family slowly crawling out a door, a child sound asleep in its mothers arms. The sun had just started to rise as the man held his wife in his embrace, her body shaking with cries. Through her tears she looked ahead towards Loki, darkness behind her eyes, flashes of the night before more visible then the stars above.

He promised to hold Y/N once he found her. Even longer than the man infront of him. He promised he would take all her fears away.

With a quick nod of assurance towards the woman, he turned on his heel and headed down the halls, retracing his steps towards her.

He walked past multiple beasts, all strewn across the golden floors, pools of blood painting them red. It dawned on him who would be scrubbing these floors the next few days, a constant reminder of the fear they all must of ran from.

He needed to remember to fake a sickness that week .

As he ran down the grand stairs below him, he caught sight of blonde hair.

“Aldis!”

The woman snapped her head towards Loki, the group around her stopping. His steps became even faster as he reached the bottom, desperately grabbing onto the woman’s shoulders. The sight of him made her cry again, already stained tears littering her cheeks.

“Where’s Y/N? Did you see her? Is she okay?”

Aldis shook her head, shaky breaths as she held onto his arms for dear life, “She -“ the woman’s voice betrayed her, breaths too shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head furiously as if to rid her plagued mind of the bloodshed, “She closed the door I… I couldn’t stop her,”

He pulled himself out of her hold, stepping back. What does she mean? Where are the simple answers he was hoping for?

She made it into safety with the royals, she took us to the gardens in your secret hideout, she is completely and utterly safe.

Where were those answers, that blanket of reassurance?

“Where is she?” he asked again, his voice lower and dangerously quiet. Never before has his heart beat so fast, not in battles not even around her presence. He was sure if adrenaline wasn’t coursing through his veins he’d be panicking, out of breath and gasping for air.

Aldis pointed to the right, “We came from there,” she spoke, leading Loki immediately to stalking towards that path. It felt like he was walking to his death, years of bad karma finally cycling back to the beginning.

It was a long corridor, filled with countless rooms and places to hide. He remembered telling her to run here if she was ever in trouble, the secret bookshelf hideout being behind one of these doors. Infront of him was a long arrow, wedged into the gold of the pillars ahead of him. Maybe there wasn’t enough time he thought.

“Y/N!” he called out, turning the corner into another hallway.

He thought back to all the times before this moment, when life had seemed just as hopeless and he was overwhelmed by all the thoughts in his head. This was worse, he knew that now. Still, she would go to him with hope in her eyes.

When Thor was gifted Mjolnir, when Odin would scold him for every mistake made, when Frigga’s magic wouldn’t click, she would approach him with care. A small hand to his face, the happiest of endings behind her eyes.

“You can only go up from here,” she would whisper.

Eyes closed, revealing in her presence, the tenderness between her actions. He swore he could never love anyone more. She felt like home, something otherworldly to Asgard, unknown to the family of his own.

“So much faith,” he would mutter into her embrace, her skin soft, her hold desperate, “Why?”

He knew he was all she had. Despite Nan, despite the few friends she had made, all her life she was met with misfortune. A deceased mother, a missing father. Her best friend was the God of Mischief, a title that was apart of the gray areas that distinguished good from bad. And yet, all the good in her was settled in his heart, a promise, a reassurance that he too, was home.

“Glorious purpose,” she’d say, smiling bright, “You get to choose what that will be,”

Turning another corner, he began to call out to her once more, his words suddenly caught in his throat at the sight before him.

The relief came as soon as the dread.

Finally, he had found her. After countless hours of searching, countless stabs to another's chest, undying wishes to return, he had found her, intact, but still not the same.

He knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to shake the image ahead of him. Five beasts, all three times her size laid strewn about the hallway, blood pouring from the corners of their mouth, weapons scattered feet ahead of them. Laying in the center was her, the center of their universe, of his.

Her hair had fallen out of its hold, blood soaking it down in place. The bottom of her dress was torn to shreds, visible claw marks the culprit of the carnage before him. It took all the strength he had to not vomit at the sight of the arrow lodged in her side.

He dropped his staff in a frenzy, legs stumbling towards her unconscious body as he moved at what felt like an agonizing pace.

“Y/N...” he muttered, dropping to his knees as he carefully brought her body to rest in his lap. Hands shaking, tears threatening to fall, it felt like his heart was beginning to collapse.

A limp body, skin turning pale, he weakly shook her shoulders, hands rubbing at her blood stained cheeks, “Y/N,” he cried, “Y/N wake up. Please my love wa-”

Suddenly, her hands shot up, desperately clinging to his forearm as shallow breaths followed, her nails digging into his leather.

Blood was caught in her throat, making it hard to breathe as she tried to bring Loki closer. It didn’t matter she was dying, it didn’t matter how much pain stung at her body. He was here, she was in his arms. She was home.

“Loki,” she whimpered quietly.

Despite it all, he laughed. Laughed tears of joy, laughed that she was still alive, revealed in the chance that there was still hope. There was always hope when it came to her.

“Come on,” he muttered, trying his best to be gentle, speak softly as to not scare her further, make this night even worse than it already has been. She was always there for him.

Now was his chance.

As he gathered her in his arms, slowly lifting her to not let the arrow sink any further, she cried out in pain, hands squeezing into his arms even harder.

“No,” she sobbed as he placed her down once more. A mix between coughs and cries ensued, blood beginning to spill out the corners of her mouth. He was beginning to see stars, the walls closing in at an alarming rate as he couldn’t help but think this was all his fault. So helpless, needing a sense of relief and comfort that he could not provide. It was heartbreak in its realest form, a gut wrenching hole in his chest.

“It hurts,” she cried weakly, gasping for air, “It hurts Loki, please,”

He sighed shakily, holding onto her tighter. He couldn’t lose her, didn’t dare to think about the person he would become if he couldn’t see her everyday, hear her voice, feel her touch. Reaching towards her hand he continued to ignore the blood stained palms, his other hand holding her face, “Y/N...”

Thumb stroking the sides of her face, fingers combing through her hair, a desperate attempt at comfort, “Love look at me,”

With all her strength she willed her eyes open, relieved to see anything but the beasts she fought. Loki looked wrecked, brows furrowed in concern as blood spilled from the cut rested in his brow. His hair had fallen from the bun she had put it in hours before, framing his face to let the tears that have fallen shine.

He was so beautiful she thought.

“I need to get you help,” he cried, trying his best to put on a brave face, “I need...”

Choking on his words, he couldn’t help but sob, bringing his face into the crook of her neck, clinging onto whatever life she had left in her. So many things, he thought, some many things he needed.

A long warm bath, calm waters to wash away the hours of bloodshed, the comfort of his own room, his silk sheets enveloping him whole. He needed her to smile once more, to laugh so sweetly that his ears buzzed and his heart soared. He needed her to be okay.

“Please Y/N,” he muttered, putting himself together. Remembering, he quickly reached into her dress pocket, searching till he pulled out what he was looking for.

Her gold necklace.

He reached out, placing the necklace on top of her heart as her hand quickly followed, resting on top of his, “Please,”

She sighed heavily, blinking the tears away as she slung her arm around his neck, bunching his green shirt into her’s. Looking at him one last time she recognized the creased lines upon his face, situated at the corners of his mouth for that smile that was only for her. The beauty mark above his brow, the one she would poke at whenever he was mad. And his eyes.

She smiled, “They’re blue,” she whispered.

Unaware to if he heard her or not, she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the agonizing flow of pain. Quickly, and without warning, Loki lifted her into his arms, her cries muffled by his armor she hid herself in.

She tried to stifle the pain, the shoots of electricity that numbed her body with each step he took. There was no way of her distinguishing how fast he was moving, what time of day it was. How far gone she had become. All of her senses were heightened and dulled at the same time, a murky sea of overwhelming emotions that she couldn’t navigate.

She had seen him one last time. Heard his laugh and felt his hands upon her face. That was enough for her to let go.

One last time, she willed herself to speak, clearly and with more conviction. She needed him to hear her one last time, remember her as strong.

“I used your magic,” she said, eyes still closed, head buried into his neck, “Did you see?”

He bit down on his lip, drawing blood as he stifled a cry. Of course he noticed. It was the first thing he saw when he turned the corner, multiple green daggers scattered across the floor. If he wasn’t so distraught, heart set on saving her, he would’ve been proud, the numerous bodies that had surrounded her a testament to her strength.

She didn’t hear what he said after. Couldn’t if she tried. She hoped that he was proud of her, that Nan was safe and her friends had made it out alive. She held onto that feeling, that surge of hope, wishing that it would carry into the next life.

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queenoffanfictions · 4 years

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Just a Midgardian ( Loki x reader)

Chapter 3: Imprisoned

Summary: You are imprisoned with Loki in his old cell

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

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Head in your hands, you were sitting against the wall of your cell. That was not how you had imagined your stay in Asgard. Imprisoned by the Allfather himself. You could have fought back, but you chose not to.

Why were you so foolish?

“Y/N?”

You looked up and crossed Loki’s gaze. He was staring at you intensely. Concern written all over his face.

“Are you alright?”He asked, his eyebrows raised.

“I am. It’s me who should be worried about you.”

You turned your face away, feeling shame and regret overfielding you.

“Why should you be worried about me?”

Loki cocked his head, and you shrugged.

“It’s your cell, isn’t it? You were imprisoned here after the events of New York. It must have been hard for you… though, you came with me.”You replied, running your hand through your hair.

Loki leaned against the wall and examined the cell thoughtfully. You noticed an ounce of sadness in his eyes. You approached him and laid your head on his shoulder. He sucked in a deep breath and watched you closely.

Still frowning, Loki hesitated to reply. He doesn’t like to talk about how Odin made him pay for his crimes. He stared at the ground still uneasy, and looking at you, he knew he could tell you anything.

“It wasn’t a… pleasant experience. I remember every day when I was locked up in this cell. There was not a day I couldn’t hate Odin and what he had done.”

Loki paused, and you felt him tense.

“The throne wasn’t meant for me. It had been destined for Thor since his birth. I didn't stand a chance. Thor was Fathe-Odin’s favourite. All I ever did was for the Allfather. I wanted him to notice me, to be proud of his son, even though I am a frost...a frost giant.”Loki muttered, his voice breaking.

He watched your every move, hoping you would not be afraid of him and who he was.

Determined, you searched for his hand, fingers tenderly lacing through his.

“It’s alright, Y/N, it was in the past.”He murmured.

"It's not because it's in the past, that it can't hurt."

You looked up and plunged your eyes in his. He purposely avoided your gaze.

You were right, and he knew it. However, you were still a human, and he couldn’t look too vulnerable with you. Vulnerability meant weakness. Loki couldn’t look weak.

“You don’t need to speak, Loki, I understand.”

“It’s over now, Y/N. We can’t do anything about it. Rehashing the past won’t change anything.”He assured.

Groaning, Loki stood up and hit the invisible wall of the cell with all his strength.

His fingers were soaking in blood, but he couldn’t care less. This cell made him angry and desperate. He hated Odin for imprisoning you. He despised him with all his might.

“Loki!”You cried, hurrying yourself to help him.

“I hate him! How dare he? You may be a mortal, but he shouldn’t treat you like that! All I ever wanted was him to notice me, to care about me! But what can I expect from a man who imprison someone only because she is in our realm?”Loki shouted, ready to hit again the wall.

You stopped him before he broke his hand.

“Loki! Stop. You’re just hurting yourself. Just stop please.”

Without thinking, you put your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He tensed at first and leaned on your touch.

“I know it hurts, Loki. Though screaming and hitting a wall won’t help. You need to forgive. Not for Odin. But for you. You need to forgive you.”

He still hung on you, like you were the only thing keeping him sane.

“But… Y/N, I am a frost giant. A monster. The monster parents tell their children about at night. I don’t deserve forgiveness.”He whispered, feeling his chest hurting.

“I know. I don’t care what you are, and I am not afraid. I know who you are. The kind of god who likes to read until he’s tired, the kind of god who was willing to sacrifice himself in order to save me when the Avengers couldn’t do anything during the last mission, the kind of god who cares too much but doesn’t want the world to know that.”

You laced your fingers with Loki’s, not caring a bit about the blood on his hands. Wide-eyed, he stared at you, not completely understanding why his heart was beating faster. You were hypnotized by his ocean eyes. You couldn’t look away. Loki wasn’t the ruthless god newspapers were talking about. He was not the same god he was when he wanted to rule over Midgard. He changed. No matter what people believed. Loki changed.

Loki looked straight at you and gently stroked your cheek.

Was he going to kiss you?

You wanted to lean on and kiss him desperately, but Loki stared fixedly at you, like he was searching for some kind of truth in your eyes. Instantly, you put your hand over his, gently caressing his hand with your thumb and still not leaving his gaze. Loki’s eyes were etched with wonder, pain… and lust.

“I am sorry to disturb you in such a touching moment, but your presence is required.”Frigga spoke, breaking the comfortable silence and standing at the corner of the cell.

At the sound of his mother’s voice, Loki withdrew his hands and turned at Frigga. She glanced at the two of you thoughtfully, an all-knowing look on her face. When she noticed the blood on Loki’s hands and yours, Frigga groaned.

“Loki, you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, could you?”She questioned, pointing at the wall and the blood flowing on both your hands.

You smiled awkwardly when you saw a grin slowly appearing on the corner of the Frigga’s lips.

Why were you so ill-at-ease?

Feeling your cheeks reddenning, you tried to smoothe your dress, hoping you wouldn’t seem too odd.

“And you my dear, I owe you an apology.”She said, taking several steps towards you.

Frowning, you tilted your head.

“I apologize for my husband’s behaviour. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive him.”

Frigga took your hands in hers and gazed at you with genuine kindness in her eyes. You looked at Loki immediately when Frigga pronounced the word “forgive”, and she stared at you with a questioning look.

“Thank you, Frigga, for the dress and for everything.”You gestured to your clothes, with a sad smile.

She grinned.

“Mother, why are you here?”Loki asked, eyebrows raised in wonder.

“I convinced your father to let you go. You are free to leave this cell whenever you want.”

“He is not my father!”Loki cried, facing the wall.”And may I ask why he would let us go so easily?”

Frigga shrugged and nodded, sadness passing through her eyes.

“We are going to host a ball in the palace this evening. You need to prepare, Loki.”

“A ball?”Loki questioned suspiciously.

“Your fath-Odin wants you and Thor to find someone to marry. He believes a ball would be the best opportunity to find an Asgardian woman.

Frigga emphasized the word “Asgardian” as if it was a warning to her son.

Open-mouthed, Loki held his breath and tensed his shoulders.

How dare he? Odin wanted him to get married. As if the events of New York had suddenly disappeared.

Who would want him as a husband?

“And Y/N? Will she attend the ball?”Loki asked, cocking his head.

“No.”Frigga paused, a serious expression had replaced her warm and wide smile.”She can’t. Odin forbids it. I tried to convince him otherwise, but the only thing I managed is for her to stay in her room instead of spending the night in the dungeon.”

“She won’t! If Odin wants me to go, Y/N would need to attend the ball.”

Loki’s mother purposely avoided his gaze.

A determined look on your face, you walked towards Loki and put your hand on his shoulder. At first, he tensed, but then he relaxed under your touch.

“I will try to convince him, Loki, but I can’t promise you anything. You know how stubborn he is. You should attend the ball. Odin hates Y/N, and if he learns you won’t be here, he will make her pay.

Loki faced you and plunged his eyes in yours. You were lost in the deep blue of his eyes.

Why weren’t you going to speak?

Loki crossed his arms over his chest, still waiting for you to defend yourself.

You raised your chin and did your best to fake a smile.

“It’s alright. I don’t like balls anyway. And I have a good book in my bedroom. It’s all I need. Thank you, Frigga, for letting us leave this awful cell.”You said, trying to look sincere.

You would still be locked, but compared to that, your bedroom was a rather comfortable cell.

“Then, it’s settled. Loki, you need to get dressed. I will personally accompany Y/N to her room.”

Frigga left the room and waited for you to follow her.

Loki clenched his fists firmly, and watched your every move, thoughtfully. He knew you lied. He was the God of Mischief after all. He searched for an ounce of truth in your eyes, and when he found none, he shrugged.

“That’s what I thought.”He declared, walking towards the exit of the cell.

Jerking your head, you watched Loki leaving the cell at a quick pace, anger written in his face.

You took in a sharp breath and followed the God of Mischief.

It was going to be a long evening. Alone in your room. While Loki would be surrounded by magnificent women whose only interest were to marry an Asgardian prince at all costs.

⬇️Chapter 4⬇️

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sinfulserpents · 5 years

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Keep it to Myself pt.2 [Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson]

Bucky Barnes x reader

Thor Odinson x reader

Word Count: 3.1k

FIND PART 1 HERE

Warnings: Heartbreak, angst, unrequited love, fighting (once again, if your name is Jemma I’m so sorry)

A/N: fic is based off of Pinky Promise by Ellise (go check her out!!) were y’all expecting this trashy ending??

I gotta ask you a question, can you see through me? See how I’m feeling? Is it easy to tell? Cause you’re making plans and it’s starting to scare me I don’t think you notice I’m not doing well

It had taken you five months before you could even be in the same room as James Barnes. It wasn’t even your choice to see him again in the first place; Steve had tricked you both into training with one another.

“What are you doing here?” You snarled, walking into the gym where Steve had asked you to come train with him.

He turned to you with raised eyebrows before responding, “Steve wanted to go over some moves he wants me to master before our next mission.”

“Funny, because he said the exact same thing to me.”

Realisation settled on both your faces when you noticed your friend had set you both up. Groaning, you decided to not let the fact that Bucky was in the room stop you from working out. You didn’t have any special powers like Thor and Wanda, or a metal suit like Tony so you had to rely on the training you had gotten from Nat and Clint.

The duo had begun to train you after you almost died trying to fight off Loki during the New York attack. You were only an assistant for Tony at the time when Steve suggested it and the whole team agreed.

Wrapping your hands with the boxing tape you had brought along, you sat down at one of the multiple benches and refused to look up at Bucky who you knew was staring at you in concern.

Bucky had noticed something was different about you the moment he finally looked at you. The dark circles under your eyes made you look exhausted, and when you spoke your voice was void of all emotion. You refused to meet his gaze and he knew that you weren’t the same girl he once knew.

“How’ve you been?” He decided to ask you, causing you to shake your head as you tied your laces and snarled back.

“Do you care?”

“Of course I care about you Y/N.”

“Really? Didn’t seem like it for the past few months.”

Bucky sighed, before making his way to sit on the bench directly across from you. You rolled your eyes before finally looking at him. Your features were hard and blank, and Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if he had done this to you.

“I’ve been busy trying to figure out how to propose to Jemma.”

It was like your body froze to the spot after he spoke and you just chuckled and shook your head causing Bucky to look at you in confusion.

“You’re getting engaged?”

He nodded.

You ignored the pang of jealousy that coursed through your body once you realised he was being serious and rose from the bench. Deciding not to answer, you walked over to the punching bag to let out your anger.

After all these months of the pain and anguish he caused you, he still couldn’t see that she wasn’t right for him.

It was time to understand that Bucky may not be right for you either.

You know me, I’ve been patient It’s been hard, it’s wearing me down So I’m sorry, but caring ‘bout you is getting so exhausting

Thor had become a great distraction to you in the five months after you had your heart broken.

He was there every time you cried yourself to sleep, made sure you ate and showered when you were too weak to get yourself out of bed and even took you to Asgard once or twice to get your mind off everything. He saved you from destroying yourself.

“Lady Y/N!” Everyone in the room jumped when his booming voice spread throughout the meeting room.

Steve decided to call a debrief on the current mission that was at hand. The Asgardian had gone back to Asgard for a couple of weeks, to make sure everything was running smoothly. He offered to take you along, but you insisted on staying in case the team needed you for a mission.

Looking up from the diagram on the table in front of you, you turned to face the God as he strolled into the room with a radiant smile across his face. Shaking your head, you pulled yourself up from your seat and ran over to Thor, jumping into his arms. You had missed your source of happiness.

“I missed you,” you mumbled into his neck, causing him to let out a breathy chuckle.

“I missed you too!”

Placing you back down on the floor, he looked up at the team who were watching the exchange between the both of you. Natasha, Clint, Steve, and Wanda were staring at the both of you with wide sly grins, Tony was shaking his head because once again someone had ignored his “PDA rules,” your eyes briefly glanced at Bucky who was staring at you with his jaw clenched.

“I heard there was a mission and since my brother isn’t causing trouble in Asgard, I believe I could be of assistance,” Thor explained to the team, as Steve nodded and gestured for him to have a seat.

Grabbing your hand, Thor took the seat you were previously in and pulled you down onto his lap. Nat and Clint let out a string of “oooh’s” causing you to roll your eyes and hide your face in Thor’s neck.

He rubbed up and down your back as Steve started explaining the plan. Thor listened intently, as you glanced around the room. Your eyes once again landed on the man who broke your heart. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was nibbling on his bottom lip – a tell-tale sign that he was deep in thought.

Sighing, you tore your gaze away from Bucky and instead looked up to Thor who’s eyes were lighting up like a child on Christmas when he heard what his part of the plan was. You found yourself subconsciously smiling at him.

Caring about Bucky was so exhausting, but caring about Thor? That was the easiest thing you had ever done. You couldn’t help but think if the one you need all along was actually right beside you the entire time.

‘Cause honestly, boy, I don’t even want this Doing things I swore that I would never do, never do But I promise you, I pinky promise I don’t love you anymore I pinky promise I don’t love you anymore

“Y/N where are you?”

Steve’s stern voice sounded throughout your earpiece as you punched one of Hydra’s men in the nose. Sending a kick to his abdomen he fell backward and hit his head on the cement wall with a sickening crunch.

“Taking out the guards around the entrance for Clint,” you responded, picking up a metal rod on the floor and swinging around to knock out the two men rushing to grab you. The mission was simple, get into the Hydra facility, upload their information onto a hard drive, destroy the base.

Everything had been going smoothly and everyone had taken out their targets until you noticed Clint had run out of arrows and Hydra’s guards were attempting to shoot him.

“You’re supposed to be in the building with Nat!” Steve yelled, causing you to cringe from how loud his voice was in your ear.

Sliding under one of the guards’ legs, you raised your right foot and kicked the back of his knee making him fall to the ground in a heap. Picking the metal rod back up, you swung it at the guy’s face as he tried to raise back onto his feet, effectively knocking him out.

“Had to save our Hawkeye first, I’m going inside now!” You explained, yelling back equally as loud as Steve did in your ear. “Clint get back to the jet!”

Clint sent you a nod in thanks before pulling out his gun and shooting any Hydra men that were running towards him as he began his journey back.

Entering the facility, you asked Nat what level she was on. It took her a couple of seconds to respond that she was on level three before you dashed up the flight of stairs closest to you. Pushing a couple of the guards that you caught the attention of down the stairs, you made your way to into the room that Nat was in.

“Took you long enough,” she smirked, typing away at a laptop.

Stepping over a few of the bodies on the floor, you rushed to Nat’s side, “sorry, your partner in crime got himself in some trouble.”

She simply smiled at you before returning her attention to the computer in front of her, a bright blue light shined through the windows causing you to briefly shut your eyes.

“Looks like your partner in crime has arrived in style. As always.”

Chuckling, you punched her shoulder as she removed the hard drive and put it in her back pocket. “You guys boyfriend and girlfriend yet?” She smirked, promptly kicking the computer off the desk and destroying it.

“Now’s not the time to have this discussion again Nat,” you chuckled, pulling your gun from your hip holster and Nat to pull out two daggers as you heard the sound of someone running approach you.

“Hey! I taught you to multi-task, it’s a perfect time!”

“No, we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend,” you responded, raising the gun ahead of you and preparing to shoot the person who kicked open the door.

“You guys done yet?” Steve’s voice rang throughout the room, causing you guys to lower your weapons.

“Don’t lower the gun yet, doll,” looking to the right of Steve, you were met with a panicked Bucky. “They’re almost here Steve.”

The sound of people yelling and guns cocking caused you to look up at Steve and grit your teeth, “there’s more of them?”

“We accidentally walked into their meeting room.”

“Of course you did, Spangles.”

The sound of gunfire slightly caught you off guard, as the four of you began fighting the influx of Hydra guards. Kicking the gun out of the hands of the closet guard, you shot him in the chest before wrapping your arms around the neck of the one who had run up to you. Using your upper body strength to lift yourself up, you wrapped your legs around his neck just as Nat had taught you and swung him to the floor, rendering him unconscious.

“That’s my girl,” Nat complimented, causing you to smile up at her. The brief moment of distraction was enough for one of the guards to ram into you with full force.

Letting out a scream, you fought with the guy as he attempted to strangle you. He had your legs pinned between his and your arms were clawing at his as they tightened their grip around your neck.

Your mouth opened as you wheezed for air, and you could hear Steve yell your name before the guy was knocked off you. You gasped as your lungs were suddenly filled with the needed oxygen and you began coughing as you sat up.

Feeling a hand on your shoulder, your eyes looked into the familiar deep blue ones of Bucky. You were still feeling lightheaded and dazed after almost being strangled, but you heard Steve yell for Bucky to get you back to the Quinjet. Not putting up any protest as he hauled you into his arms, and ran you out of the building.

We’re both in different places and I need some space And we’re probably better not talking at all ‘Cause, baby, I don’t deserve you, I don’t wanna hurt you Can’t give you a smile if it’s just for a show

You had passed out on the way back from the mission in Bucky’s arms. Your body was too weak to adhere to your minds screams to get away from him and find Thor, so you stayed put as your eyes shut.

When you woke up, you were in the hospital part of the Avenger’s tower with a warm hand clutching yours tightly. Letting out a whine, your head turned to face the person holding your hand.

“Bucky?”

Shooting up in his seat, his eyes frantically searched around the room before settling on yours and he let out a relieved sigh.

“Thank God you’re okay,” pulling you into his arms, you froze in your spot as he embraced you and waited until he pulled away.

“How are you feeling? Here have a drink,” he offered you the glass of water on the side table, that you eagerly gulped down.

“My throat is aching but other than that I feel fine. Where’s Thor?”

Bucky swallowed down a sigh that was about to leave his throat at your question and shook his head. “He’s out in the living room with the others, do you want me to go tell them that you’re awake?”

Beginning to stand, you pulled him back into his chair with the hand that hadn’t left his.

“No, buck. We need to talk first.”

Nodding, Bucky rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb before looking at you. He kissed his lips before beginning to talk.

“I’m so sorry for what I did to you Y/N. Y-you told me you loved me and I disregarded you like you meant nothing to me,” he began, noticing that you were staring at him intently. “At the start, Jemma was only supposed to be a fling to help me.”

“Help you what?” You questioned, once you realised that he had stopped himself from speaking.

“Help me get over you. At the time I knew I wasn’t good for you Y/N. You were an absolute angel and I was… well, I was a disaster. I couldn’t lay out all of my baggage for you to take on as well. So I thought if I distanced myself, you would realise how much of a screw up I am and just leave.”

“You aren’t and never were a screw-up James,” you sighed, sitting up in the bed. Your voice came out in a hushed whisper since your throat was aching. “I fell in love with you, the good and bad. I thought you felt the same.”

“I did, I swear to you I did,” tears began to well up in your eyes and you closed your eyes to stop them from falling. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry for the boy you lost.

“We could’ve been something great if you just let yourself feel James. Why wouldn’t you let me love you?”

“’ Cause, I didn’t deserve you and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Well, you really hurt me,” you shot back, causing Bucky to shudder. “I couldn’t leave my bed for weeks! Thor had to force me to eat, drink and shower. I became a shell of a person without you Bucky.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That’s not enough.”

“I know it’s not, but I promise I will make it up to you. Somehow, I will be able to make it up to you.”

Pulling your hand out of his, you shook your head and stared at the blank wall ahead of you. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky left your room, feeling the same sting of pain he left you with that night he had said those exact words to you.

We talked about a future but now it’s in the past I don’t regret the memories but knew they wouldn’t last I know that it’s not easy to give up what we had I made myself a promise and I’m not looking back

“Thor, where did you put my suitcase!”

Rushing around your room, you almost tripped on the pile of clothes covering your floor. The gigantic God peeked around the corner of your bathroom; toothbrush on the side of his mouth as he spoke.

“Love, I already told you that you don’t need to pack clothes. We don’t wear Midgardian costumes in Asgard.”

“I know, but I still want to pack some things to sleep in and I need to put my toiletries and shoes in something!”

Hearing the faucet run, you tugged at the roots of your hair as you searched through your walk-in-closet. A pair of buff arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you out of the room and sit you on the edge of your bed. Thor crouched in front of you and took your hands in his.

“You don’t have to bring anything, besides you left a bunch of clothes and other Midgardian necessities in Asgard the last time you visited.”

Sighing, you leaned forward to rest your head on his shoulder, resulting in him pulling you into his arms as you both sat on the floor.

“M’ sorry,” you chuckled, causing the God to kiss your forehead. “I love you, you know that?”

A bright smile broke out on Thor’s face as you pulled away and looked up at him, your own smile gracing your face as you looked at him. “I love you too!”

Placing your lips on his, you both sighed into the kiss before Thor pulled you to your feet and drew his lips away from yours. Taking his hand in yours, you both stumbled your way out of your room, kicking a couple of shirts out of your way.

The action caused the memory of Bucky doing the same thing the one time where you got drunk to swarm in your mind, but you quickly pushed it away as you looked up at the man you loved.

Every once in a while you would remember something that reminded you of Bucky, and you felt your heart sting. You didn’t regret anything you felt for the man, but after he got married to Jemma, you promised yourself that you would give up whatever you thought you had and move on.

It wasn’t easy, but you had the support of the rest of the team and help from Thor the entire journey. He was there with you through every bump in the ride and didn’t leave your side. You eventually found yourself falling for the God as he did the same, and it wasn’t until you decided to kiss him one night while you were watching a trashy comedy movie that he kept asking questions about, that you finally realised that you didn’t need Bucky.

Yeah, it hurt to lose who you thought was the love of your life, but you made yourself a promise and you weren’t looking back.

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Madness | Chpt. 1

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Chapter Title: “The Warrior”

Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character

Word Count: 4,795

Warnings: mentions of character death, drinking

Name Pronunciations: Hjalmar: “He-all-mar” | Aaldir: “All-deer”

A/N: I had my fun with this and took a lot of liberties while creating this story. You will need to suspend your disbelief as I have taken some stuff from (mainly) the cinematic universe but also the comicbook universe as well as stuff from my own imagination. Please note, also, that this story has some original characters and that the beginning takes place before the events of Iron Man 3. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it so far.

I stood with a glass filled to the brim of Hjalmar’s favorite Asgardian ale. I never enjoyed the taste, but it was strong enough to get a man three times my size drunk, so I was going to need it. This was what we did after a battle. We had grand feasts and told stories of the battle we fought. Most of us would falsify how many we killed or exaggerate how graceful we were on the battlefield. Hjalmar was no different. He had stood taller than the God of Thunder himself, yet he was no God at all. Hjalmar was a simple warrior, but he was one of the best. The battle on Vanaheim claimed a few Asgardian lives, but none had been greater a friend than Hjalmar was to me. The drinks I consumed during the feast would be in honor of him.

As soon as I rose from my seat, Thor’s eyes, blue as Midgard’s oceans, landed on me. As he became silent, the entire room died down. Normally, I didn’t have much to say, but the prince-with hair as gold as the King’s throne-always knew when I had something on my mind. When everyone’s eyes followed Thor’s to land on me, I began to speak, “tonight, we sit at a table with places set for absent friends. Each battle that claims a life of one of our own also claims a piece of ourselves. Hjalmar was my closest friend, and his heroics on Vanaheim will be remembered by those who loved him...as I did,” I smiled in fond remembrance as my eyes lowered to my drink. The energy in the room was buzzing, even in the silence. I could feel the life surrounding me, and it gave me the strength I needed to gaze around at the faces in the room. I raised my glass, ale spilling out and trickling down the side, “so, brothers, I urge you to drink heartily for the fallen, and take pity on those they will conquer in Valhalla!” I exclaimed.

Cheers erupted from the half-drunken men. They shot up from their seats with glasses raised high and cheered before drowning their own sorrows in drink and celebration for the lives of our friends. Before I could drink, my eyes met those of my prince and childhood friend. Thor’s eyes were filled with understanding because he was one of the only people to truly understand just how much Hjalmar meant to me. Even in my darkest moments, when I felt completely isolated, I still had Hjalmar. Now, that security was gone. He raised his glass to me, and I did the same to him It was a mutual understanding. Aaldir-the man who raised me as his own-took in Hjalmar when he was just an orphan boy, roaming the streets of Asgard. He raised us both, and I saw Hjalmar as a brother and best friend. Hjalmar and Thor trained together during their childhood and fought at each other’s side in battle. My heart broke for Thor just as much as it broke for my own loss and sorrow, Hjalmar had been with me through my darkest nights, and now...he was gone. I didn’t know how I could face the only father I ever knew when I felt so much shame over the loss of the closest thing to a son he ever had. And Thor. The sorrow in those blue eyes cut me like a knife. I wanted to sob into my drink.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I tipped my head back and chugged the ale that left Hjalmar on the floor some nights. There were times when the massive drunken man would be held steady on my shoulder as I led him back to the house after a night of feasting and drinking. Tonight, I would have no one to carry home. Just the thought of it brought tears to my eyes, and I finished my glass of ale, tossing the empty cup to the side. I walked away from the noise and out into the fresh air. As I stared out into the vast universe, I wondered if he could see me. I wondered if he could understand that I hated him for leaving me to live the rest of my life without him. I wondered if he could understand that I still loved him with every fiber of my being because he was the only family I ever had. The thoughts clouded my mind so heavily that I almost didn’t hear the soft footsteps behind me. However, I was always aware of him. Thor. There had only been two other people I was more in tune with, and I couldn’t even bring myself to say their names anymore.

As I leaned against the railing of the balcony, Thor stepped beside me and copied my stance. I felt his gaze on the side of my face, almost like he was trying to read me like a book. I shook my head, strands of hair falling from behind my ears. My heart felt like it was being torn in two, “none of this feels right. Valhalla wasn’t ready for Hjalmar, and I’m not ready to let him go,” I confessed, tears filling my eyes once again, “I just...can’t close my eyes without seeing it,” I added, turning to face the golden-haired God of Thunder.

Thor’s hands cupped my cheeks, and I leaned into his warm touch. The only other man to make me feel so safe was...him, and that comfort died when he used his power to torment and murder the Midgardians without a hint of guilt. I fought back the tears, never wanting my prince to see me as just another hopeless maiden. Asgardian women were meant to be strong. We gave life to the God’s, so were we not stronger than them? I could not show my weakness to Thor, not now, not when he lost so much, “you should not worry yourself with things outside the realm of your control, my lady,” he spoke, stroking my cheek with his calloused thumbs, “Valhalla received a great and glorious hero when Hjalmar walked through those doors. He will continue to fight and drink and eat as he always did in life, and there will come a day when we’re all together again. I understand he was one of your closest friends, but he died a valiant death, and you will see him again in Valhalla someday,” he reassured me.

I pulled away from his grasp and stared down at the streets below where I was beaten and abused for defending my prince. Not Thor. Him. I shook my head, my bottom lip quivering and, in my eyes, resurfaced unshed tears for a man that died long ago, “my sorrow is not only for Hjalmar. I think of-” my breath hitched in my throat, and I swallowed back the sob that threatened to shake my body. I swallowed and grimaced, fighting back the need to shed tears on behalf of a man who caused so much destruction but tried to protect me from it at the same time, “I think of how your brother was dragged through the streets of Asgard in chains...like he was an animal.”

“I do not enjoy seeing this, either, but I’ve tried to think of it like a hunter coming back from a successful hunt. He will speak of it for weeks after. While my father may be taking this too far, he does it out of pride for our accomplishment. You, me, and the heroes of Midgard brought my brother to justice, and this is my father’s way of rejoicing” he tried to explain. Thor always did his best to soothe me. Seeing that his words did nothing of the sort, he continued, “his treatment will not upset you so much if you can remember what he did on Midgard.”

“How could I forget it?” I snapped, suddenly angry that a man who knew me so well assumed that it would be possible for me to forget something so tragic and so deeply disturbing. I could remember seeing him on Midgard. I could remember the pain and fear in his eyes when they met mine. He still wore green, and a part of me resented him for it. The man I knew was still alive beneath the hatred and anger he felt. What could one do when the person that holds the largest piece of their heart poses the biggest threat to all they hold dear? Life. He destroyed so much of that while on Midgard, and I could not forget it. It would be a my most haunting memory for the rest of my days. My eyes lowered as I realized how wrong it was for me to be upset with Thor when I did not feel any true anger toward him, “it all seems like...like a nightmare that I should be waking up from. None of this seems real anymore,” I explained.

He reached down between the two of us and grabbed my hand in his much larger one. His long fingers intertwined with mine, and, as I looked up at him with concern for the sudden motion that would undoubtedly draw attention to the two of us, he smiled down at me, “come with me” he urged, giving my hand a gentle tug in his direction. We began walking, the sleeves of my dress and his black robe that draped over his broad shoulders hid our hands from the prying eyes of the warriors who were still feasting. There had already been whispers of who his queen would be when he assumed the throne, and the moment he was seen with any acceptable woman, it would be scrutinized. I did not wish for my relationship with one of my greatest friends to be jeopardized over something so trivial.

As we walked out of the sight of the crowds, he pulled me closer to him. Soon, I found my arm looped through his, and we walked together toward the forest. I glanced up at him, taking in the view of the man before me. I couldn’t deny his beauty. Each day I knew him, he grew more and more beautiful, and there was a small piece of me that wondered what it would be like to be the object of his deepest affection. Still, I could only entertain the idea because an even larger part of me would be...his. I shook the thought from my mind as we made our way to a small clearing in the forest. At the very middle of the field of green was where I would sit most days, my back leaned against the most beautiful and unique tree of them all. We all knew it as “Life’s Tree.” The trunk was as brown as the earth with flowers lining the branches overhead. I glanced up at Thor, “why did you take me here?” I asked.

He smiled down at me as he sat against the tree as he had so many times before. I would bring him to that very spot so many times in our childhood, and I would sit with him. As we grew older, he would find his moments of peace and solitude in the forest with me, but nothing compared to the moments I shared with him underneath that tree. They were moments of pure peace and beauty. It was when our lives were much simpler, when it was no worry how long we were wrapped up in each other. He was no prince in the eyes of Odin, but he was my prince, “these woods are your home” Thor answered, breaking me from my train of thought, “in over a thousand years, do you truly believe I haven’t noticed you singing to the trees? Odin claims time and time again that this forest is healthier now than ever before, that your presence has helped it thrive,” he stated.

“The king...your father has always been more poetic than most,” I exclaimed, smiling down at him before I lowered myself onto the ground next to him.

He chuckled to himself as his gaze flickered up to the flowers on the tree. The red and white petals caught every hint of starlight, and it spilled down onto the two of us, specks of light illuminating his face to me, “I asked my father the story of this tree once, especially why the leaves do not fall like the rest and why it is unlike the other trees in this forest. He told me that a long time ago, this used to be a simple meadow. No trees and no life could be found here. Then, one day, Death itself planted this tree beneath the biggest star in the night sky, and her tears watered the sapling. No one touched the sapling from that moment on, but it still grew and brought up the most beautiful forest in all the Nine Realms with it. The red flowers symbolized the violence and bloodshed of death, and the white represented the purity and innocence of all life at the beginning. The reason why it never withers is because these two forces have danced together since the beginning of the universe, and it will continue long after you and I cease to exist,” he murmured, recalling the story with fond memories of this place. He stared down at his hands that were folded across his lap, “your problem is not that my brother was taken through the streets as much as it is you cannot visit him.”

I shook my head in disagreement even though my heart knew his words to be true. For so many years, I tried to pretend that I didn’t care about him. When he betrayed Asgard and tried to kill Thor on Midgard, I tried to forget the man he was before. When he fell from the bifrost, I tried to forget the joy he brought to my life. When I saw him on Midgard, I lied to myself-told myself that I didn’t want to save him. I still did. I wanted to do it for myself and for him...and for her. My sorrow grew, “there is no part of me that wishes to see your brother. I care not of him but of the safety of Asgard,” I lied.

Thor saw right through me and challenged me, “then why does Odin’s treatment of him trouble you?” he asked, his hand grasping mine as he often did when he could feel my sadness. Too many people believed Thor to be a lumbering oaf, but he was so intelligent and so intuitive. He could read me like an open book most of the time. He was so compassionate and pure of heart. His mere existence made me want to cry tears of joy as he was one of the most selfless and heroic men I knew. In every moment I felt unsure of myself, his support was something as small as squeezing my hand, or it could be as extravagant as lifting me up off the ground with shouts of celebration. He was not only a hero to the Midgardians. He was mine, too.

His gentle squeeze of my hand was all it took for me to come up with the right words to articulate what I truly felt, “locking away someone like...him is dangerous, especially when he is given no time to visit with others. Think of how much hate and filth is in those dungeons. A man like your brother is sitting in that cesspool, soaking it all in. He’s listening and calculating. That anger within him is festering, especially when he has no one to put out that raging fire in his heart. He’s becoming more and more dangerous the longer he sits down there. I only fear for the safety of my home and the safety of my people,” I explained.

“The people of the Nine Realms are safe because of his sentencing. He hasn’t tried to break out of his cell thus far, but if he does, we’ll be ready for it. And may the gods take pity on any being who should go up against the likes of you,” he assured me with a soft chuckle to lighten the mood. Upon seeing that I couldn’t even muster a smile, he frowned,“you have a heart too kind for this world and all others, Lady Eva. You are a beacon of light that people look to, and you have lightened the darkness in my own life time and time again. I know that you seek to find good within my brother, but after all he has done, after all the destruction he has left in his wake, he deserves none of that compassion. Deep down, I think you know it’s true. That’s why you have not spoken his name since the battle of New York. I love my brother, but I cannot forgive him for what he has done to both the population of Midgard as well as what he has done to you. He has caused you so much distress and sorrow, so much pain and misery. I cannot trust him with the people of Asgard, and I certainly cannot trust him with you, my lady”

“Do you know what it’s like to feel lonely, my prince? Do you know how it feels to walk through the forest with the trees being your only friends? Do you understand how it feels to sit next to the water and listen to it splashing against the rocks because that’s the only way to drown out the voices of those who have hurt you? Do you understand what it’s like to wish for a table full of friends and family who love you? I do. Your brother does, too,” I explained, trying to make Thor see that before he tried to take over the throne, his brother was gentle. He enjoyed causing mischief, but he needed some way to release his sorrow and grief. I continued, “you think that he pushes people away to hurt them, but he does it because he’s afraid of hurting them. He has been told all his life-since we were children-that he is an abomination, that he’s no good, that he doesn’t belong here. What do you think he sees when he looks in the mirror? He knows what he is, and he knows he’s capable of hurting others, so he pushes them away before that can happen. He has tried to protect us just like you’ve always tried to protect me. The man we knew before is still alive inside that man we saw on Midgard. I know it, and I’m going to bring him back,” I added.

“You have enough hope for the both of us, my lady. You’ve always had a heart big enough for every living thing in the Nine Realms combined. I just wish to see you at peace. You have worried for him long enough,” he stated, recalling the many times in the past when I would fret over the raven-haired God and how the Asgardian people treated him. I worried about him more than I ever did myself. When we were on the battlefield together, I would put myself in harms way for him, but he did the same for me time and time again, so I owed him, “will you be okay with just your own company tonight, Lady Eva?” he asked

I saw the reflection of my green eyes in his blue ones, and it made my heart ache even more than before as I thought of the countless moments the same thing happened between myself and him. His eyes were the purest shade of blue, brilliant and deep. I nodded my head, suppressing some of my most beautiful memories to keep myself from feeling the pain of his absence, “the trees will watch over me through the night. Like you said before, this forest is my home,” I answered.

“Sing a song for him tonight-for both of them, as I know you miss her just as much,” Thor suggested, knowing that I needed some way to process. I couldn’t go home to face Aaldir, and I would isolate myself for the time being. Singing to the trees had always been something that I used to soothe myself, and it helped lift the sorrows of death from my heart.

My fingers brushed against his hand. The only thing I desperately wanted in that moment was to feel the touch of another, and if I had it my way, I would’ve been speaking with the man who was the polar opposite of the God of Thunder. If I had it my way, I would be sitting beneath that same tree, braiding his black hair away from his face. Instead, for that moment, I had to settle for the possibility that I would never see him again. I glanced up at Thor, “will you be listening?” I asked in reference to his suggestion.

He smiled and stood up from the forest floor. I followed him, my deep green gown straightening itself as I rose. His eyes softened as he gazed down at me, “I’m always listening,” he assured me, leaning down and brushing his lips against my cheek. I felt like crying. I loved Thor with every inch of my heart. He was one of my greatest friends, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. However, I needed him. I needed him in that very moment. After all I had lost that day, I needed to know that I wasn’t losing him, too.

When Thor pulled away and leaned his forehead against mine, I felt the familiar trembling in my knees that I did before he first kissed me in our younger years. It was not the first time I had been kissed, and it was not the last, but it was a moment of clarity the two of us shared with each other. As he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but allow my sorrow to melt away just in that moment. I was brought back to a simpler time, a time when I didn’t know as much of the cruelty in the Nine Realms as I did now. I was oblivious to so much of the pain that humanity experienced. I didn’t know true sorrow until I gave my whole life away. Now, I was clouded by the pain and suffering so many living things experienced in their lives, and it tore me apart. However, as I stood there with Thor under the light of the stars, I was brought back to the simple moments, like when he told me that he could see all Nine Realms in my eyes or when he traced the constellations on my skin in the silence of the forest. Or when she first smiled at me.

After Thor’s silent retreat back to the castle left me in the forest alone, I gazed up at the white and red blossoms of the tree before resting my palms against the trunk. The energy from the tree flowed through me, and I passed my own energy into the tree. I closed my eyes and felt the essence of the whole world at the tips of my fingers. I felt her sorrow as if it were my own, just as I felt her joy as if it were mine. To me, the world was alive, and there had never been a day when I took her gifts for granted. She was mystical and wonderful. She sustained each of us, giving of herself every single day for thousands and thousands of years. I mourned with her when she grieved for those lost in battle, for she provided for them until their last day, and she didn’t like saying goodbye. Just as I mourned with her, she did the same with me, too. It was as if we were one and the same. I knew that a part of her felt sorrow and grief for the same strange reason I was. It was because of him.

As I thought of the other beautiful moments of simplicity in my life, the moments of purity, he was in so many of them. Even though he had been stripped of his innocence so long ago, there was something that held him together. Even though he experienced so much prejudice and cruelty in his early years, he maintained his positivity through our childhood and early adulthood. My prince, my prankster, my friend. Malevolence surrounded him the last time we saw each other in New York. I saw a man who killed my best friend and took his name and face. He wouldn’t even look at me during his sentencing, but I couldn’t help but wish he had. My peaceful moment with Thor was meant to be with him. Every single moment of my life was meant to be spent with him. I did not hate him for the hurtful things he said to me on Midgard. I did not hate him for pushing me away time and time again. I hated him for taking away the one thing that made my fight worth it. I hated him for making me care so deeply for him, that the rest of the Nine Realms disappeared when he was with me. I missed him with my whole heart, and I made up my mind in that moment. I would save him even if he didn’t want me to.

*Loki’s POV*

As I sat in the dungeon, books strewn across the floor, I dared to close my eyes. Every time I did, I could see her green ones staring back at me. I could still see the fear and anguish that struck her when she saw me on Midgard, and I wished for her to simply kill me. The pain became more and more unbearable the more I closed my eyes. I could not sleep without dreaming of her, without contemplating how my actions ruined her. My mind was no longer my home, and I wished for her to just put me out of my misery. Every time the dungeons fell silent at night, I could still hear her whisper my name under her breath. I was brought back to Midgard, and I could still feel the pain my actions caused her.

The dungeons had not fallen silent just yet, but I hoped that the guards would come down soon to quiet the other prisoners. I clenched my jaw, a piece of me wishing for the noise. I could not bear to hear her disembodied voice anymore, the sound of her cries still echoing in my mind. I had not seen her shed the tears, but I heard them on our way back from Midgard. The guards had pushed me along, and she stayed behind me, comforted by my older brother who deserved someone like her. I certainly didn’t. I knew that if the silence fell to leave me with her voice in my mind, I would fall into the pit of madness I knew so well. The cell I was imprisoned in had already seen enough of my fury.

Suddenly, a soft melody cut through the shouts, and my heart dropped to the floor. Everyone became still. The prisoners stopped banging on the walls of their cells, the guards stopped speaking with one another, and everyone stopped yelling. Everything fell completely silent-so silent I could hear the guard from across the room shift his weight onto his other foot-and we listened to the song.

“Now, the stars shine brightest wherever you are, and they will shine on me no more.”

It was her.

The voice, the beautiful melody, the sorrowful lyrics-it all pointed to her.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes to welcome sleep for the first time in days. Still, I could not fall asleep. When I closed my eyes, I saw hers, and they were filled with tears. They twinkled as they fell from her green eyes, like stars falling from the night sky. She was in mourning. I could feel it. I felt the way her heart was breaking, and there was nothing I could do about it. There had been so many moments that I would run to her aid when I felt her pain and anguish, but this was one of the many moments when I wanted to be there with her, but I couldn’t do it. She didn’t need me, anyway. I was a monster, and she was...not. She was my friend, my princess, my love.

My Eva.

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Drawn Between Worlds - Dr Strange/Loki x Reader

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) Chapter 3 (Chapter 4 coming soon!)

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Warnings: None

You can't say Thor was pleased with what happened next: Odin ordered Einherjar Lieutenant to take Jane away while Thor tried to reason with his father to let him take Jane to the Dark World to draw Malekith out, but Odin won't hear of it.

Afterwards, Thor disappears to speak to Heimdal and his friends about a plan to make an escape instead.

Meanwhile, downstairs, in the only cell that's not broken, Loki is sitting calmly, reading a book. From outside, a guard approaches. He speaks about what happened to Frigga. Loki nods and the guard leaves. Slowly, the God rises up, puts the book down, turns around and clenches his fists so everything in his cell magically gets thrown aside. His breathing becomes heavy and his expression filled with anger. With the same slow pace, he turns back around so he faces the corridor again.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly and calmly.

Loki's reflects make him spin around and his eyes widen when he sees you standing inside his cell. Narrowing his eyebrows, his head lowers a little.

"What are you doing here?" His tone is surprised and somewhat unwelcome.

"Missed you too," you reply sarcastic and he straightens up. "I didn't plan to come here, it just sort of happened without my control."

"No, I mean what are you doing here? In this cell."

You suddenly find yourself incapable of answering him and just stare at him instead. Apparently, your presence at Asgard doesn't seem to interest him at all. It's why you came to see him that does. He begins to move around: his long steps, the twitch in his face, clenching of his fists. It reminds you of a panther, lurking around in the bushes, waiting to spring forward and attack his prey. His raven black hair is longer and more wavy than last time. His blue eyes still feel like they're able to bore their way inside you, revealing your deepest secrets to him.

"How did you even get here- Oh... So Thor went back to Earth. What for?"

At this, you don't know what to say. Thor told you before he let you visit Loki to be careful with what you say to him. He can take anything to mind and use it for his own good in a later situation.

You open your mouth but it takes a seconds before you say anything. "...I thought you might want some company," you say, trying to steer the conversation back to the start. "Now that you know about-"

"You think I want to share grief? With you?" he hisses back, taking a step in your direction.

"I know how it is. My mother was murdered too."

The blue eyes are now searching you to see if you're speaking the truth. When he seems to have found nothing that tells him you're tricking him, his expression gets softer. It seems alright to continue.

"I was twelve. She... she was shot by a man that had broken into our house. My dad was asleep until he heard the shot. He ran downstairs, saw my mother in a pool of her own blood. The burglar had run off. I was so determined to get my revenge, but eventually, I asked myself what's the point? Chasing after someone just to hurt them the way they did me. It wouldn't bring my mother back. Therefore, I took another decision. Working at a hospital to help save people. I couldn't save my mom that night so I wanted to help others."

You take a break to see how Loki reacts to it, but when he just stands still, you keep going. "I know that you most likely seek revenge on the elf that killed Frigga, but it won't bring her back."

"This is Thor's doing, isn't it? What other reason do you possibly have for being here?"

"Because I have an unanswered question," you tell him and he narrows his eyebrows.

"And what is that?"

"Back in New York, you could've let me fall but you chose to save me. Why? I didn't think you cared about anyone, least of all people who stand in your way."

"I don't," he says sharply.

"Then why?"

He's beginning to close the gap between you and to show him that you're not intimidated by his quick steps you stay still. He abruptly stops less than a meter away from you. Without breaking the contact, without blinking, he growls right to your face.

"Do not think I have some sort of concern for you. I don't get emotionally attached to others. So whatever you came here for, forget it!"

Staring into his eyes, he has shut out everything that's called emotions. His expression is emotionless, eyes burning with fire. You take a big breath as you find it hard to keep looking into them.

"Shutting out the grief and pretending you didn't care about Frigga won't make it easier," you tell him while lower your sight from his eyes to his lips, jaw, then to the V opening that reveals the upper skin of his chest. Then, you go back up. That short break made it possible to take a breath again.

"You don't know anything about me," he snarls and passes you so you have to turn after him. "Why do you even care? I attacked your planet! I fought against those pathetic people you call friends, I made your city bleed!"

"You know, you have Hulk's temper. I'm just glad you don't turn into him as well."

He now glares at you like you're crazy trying to be funny at this moment. You shake him off as you realize this visit turns out to be hopeless. But there's a part of you that won't give up on him. Not yet. It doesn't seem like Loki knows why you're still here either according to the confused look on his face.

"I don't need your sympathy or anything else. Just get out," he says with low voice and points towards the stairs outside.

"Why do you hate me so much? It's not like I'm trying to take over Asgard. Or maybe it's not about me," you mumble, wondering if there's more to it than just his desire for power. When he doesn't seem to want to answer, you sigh. "Fine. Have it your way. I'll go. But as far as I understand, you're concerned. Thor told me that Odin has disowned you, locked you up with no hope of reconciliation or rehabilitation. Perhaps you feel like trying to repair the damage is hopeless. For a short moment, I got to speak to your mother. She still believed in you. And I presume she brought you all this," you say with spread arms. "Didn't know the God of Mischief likes to read." You give him a little smile. "She didn't want you to spend the rest of your long life in here. You've got centuries left! The Loki I met on Earth would never use that time in a cell."

"Stop it," Loki warns.

"I get that you're mad at Odin... at Thor, but he wishes it was different too." You take two steps closer. "He just wants his brother back."

"Enough!" Loki yells and reaches out a hand towards you but as soon as it should come in touch with you, your body starts to dissolve in the air.

For the second time this day, Loki's visitor was just another illusion.

You gasp as you open your eyes in the chamber after your hologram disappeared from the cell. A tear is rolling down your cheek that you quickly wipe away as soon as you hear the doors burst open. Thor walks in, not seeming to notice the upset look on your face.

"How did it go?"

Narrowing your lips, you shake your head. "Worse than I thought."

"Why? What did he say?"

Turning your head to him, you reply, "I think there's something he's not telling us."

* * *

In the following hour, Thor had explained the plan of escape to you. Then, he went to get Loki out of the prison because he's the only one who knows about a secret passway now that you can't travel by the Bifrost after Odin shut it down.

You're standing with Jane and Sif while waiting for the two brothers. When they arrive, you give Loki a slap in the face to which surprises the others.

"That was for earlier," you tell him.

Then, Jane gives Loki another hard slap in the face. "And that was for New York." To this, Loki chuckles.

As you start to make your way towards the Malekith's ship in the great hall, you pass Volstagg who's gonna give you as much time as he can. When entering inside it, Thor looks at the controls and starts pressing some buttons, looking unsure of what he's doing.

"I thought you said you knew how to fly this thing," you say a bit concerned.

"I said how hard could it be."

Meanwhile, the Asgardian guards rush towards the ship with Volstagg standing guard in front of it.

"They're on the ship!" One of the guards shouts to the others. As they approach the ship, Volstagg starts attacking them.

"Well, whatever you're doing, brother, I suggest you do it faster."

"Shut up, Loki."

Outside the ship, Volstagg continues to battle with the Asgardian guards while back in the ship, Thor continues to frantically press every button there is to get the ship started.

"You must have missed something," you say while looking at the panel. not really having a clue how to start a spaceship.

"I didn't, I'm pressing every button on this thing."

"No, don't hit it, just press it gently," Loki says from Thor's other side.

"I am pressing it gently." He then pushes harder down on the buttons. "It's not working!"

With one more hit, the ship suddenly comes to life. Thor laughs while you and Loki look at each other, him holding a strict face while you move the corner of your lips up in an amused smile. On the outside, Volstagg is now overrun by the guards but he starts laughing as they watch the ship starting to rise, hitting almost all the columns of the palace on your way out.

"I think you missed a column," Loki comments, making you bite your tongue to prevent yourself from laughing.

"Shut up!"

Finally, the ship breaks through the palace walls and takes off.

"Look, why don't you let me take over, I'm clearly the best pilot."

"Is that right? Well, out of the two of us which one can actually fly?"

As you are flying over Asgard, Jane suddenly collapses. The three of you bend your heads towards her.

"Oh, dear. Is she dead?" Loki asks.

"Jane?" Thor's worried voice makes her lift her head. She looks weak. The Aether must really feed on her strength. You kneel beside her to make her lie more comfortable.

"I'm okay," she mumbled, her head going back down and eyes closing.

You return to Thor's side just as the ship hits and breaks off a part of a column and since neither you nor Loki is holding onto something, you lose the balance for a brief moment, but you both stay on your feet.

"Not a word," Thor warns his brother.

Several smaller Asgardian ships now start to follow after you. "Now they're following us," Loki says right when the ships start firing at you. "Now they're firing at us!"

God, he's like one of those commentators on TV sports games. You roll your eyes at him although you do find it entertaining everything considered.

"Yes, thank you for the commentary, Loki! It's not at all distracting!" The ship then hits a massive stone monument of King Bor, breaking the head off.

"Well done, you just decapitated your grandfather."

You put a hand over your mouth as you gasp and try not to laugh again. The smaller ships follow after and fire at you as you're flying over Asgard. Can't exactly say your days are boring anymore.

"You know, this is wonderful. This is a tremendous idea. Let's steal the biggest, most obvious ship in the universe and escape in that. Flying around the city, smashing into everything in sight so everyone can see us. It's brilliant, Thor! It's truly brilliant!"

Getting tired of Loki's comments, Thor suddenly pushes Loki out of the ship as he had opened one of the doors. Or the reason is quite a bigger one because next, he picks up Jane and turns to you.

"Ready?"

"I don't want to stand before your father in chains so yeah I am," you say and jump out, followed by Thor with Jane in his arms. In the air, you position yourself so that it will hurt less. You roll over as you hit a smaller ship that's being flown by Fandral. Thor lands on his feet shortly after.

"You lied to me. I'm impressed." Loki groans while getting up.

"I'm glad you're pleased. Now, do as you promised. Take us to your secret pathway."

Loki smiles and takes over the ship's control, at the same time as the Asgardian ships spot you and start firing again.

"Fandral."

"Right." Fandral picks up a rope and steps onto the edge of the ship. "For Asgard." Then, he jumps off the ship and uses the rope to swing onto the Asgardian ship following them. "Nothing personal, boys!" He knocks out the three guards on the ship then looks over to Thor and salutes him.

On Fandral's ship, Loki takes you towards the mountains. Your eyes widen as he's directing directly right at them.

"Loki!" Thor shouts nervously.

"If it were easy, everyone would do it."

"Are you mad?" you yell.

"Possibly," the God of Mischief smiles.

Thor holds on to Jane and you onto the railing as Loki heads straight for the wall of the mountain. Suddenly, you enter right through it in an opening that barely fits the ship, and then through a portal to Svartalfheim. "Ta-da!" Loki says in a singing like voice as you fly over Svartalfheim, Jane continues to lie down and Thor puts a cover over her.

You straighten yourself up and slowly take an overview of the new landscape. It's dark, empty, only rocks and hills as far as your eyes can see.

"What I could do with the power that flows through those veins," Loki mumbles beside you and you follow the look of his eyes down on Jane.

"It would consume you," Thor comments.

"She's holding up alright. For now."

"She's strong in ways you've never even know."

A brief pause follows while the ship floats steady and slow.

"Say goodbye," Loki says genuinely.

"Hey!" You elbow his arm and he casts his eyes on you.

"Not today," his brother answers.

"This day, the next. A hundred years is nothing. It's a heartbeat. You'll never be ready. The only woman whose love you prised will be snatched from you." Loki's words make you look up at him from the side.

"And will that satisfy you?"

"Satisfaction is not in my nature."

"Surrender is not in mine."

"The son of Odin."

"No, not just of Odin! You think you alone who loved mother? You had her tricks, but I had her trust."

"Trust. Was that her last expression. Trust? When you let her die!"

"What help were you in your cell?"

"Who put me there? Who put me there?!"

Thor grabs Loki. "You know damn well!" He raises his fist to punch Loki, but now you interfere with their brotherly argument.

"Stop! This is to no good. You two have to put this behind you for now and focus on what's ahead. Malekith might be here already."

Thor slowly lowers his hand and lets go of Loki. "You're right," he says to you before moving to Loki again. "She wouldn't want us to fight."

"Well, she wouldn't exactly be shocked," Loki says and the three of you smile shortly. This, right here, is how you wish it was between the two of them all the time.

"I wish I could trust you," Thor says before he turns his back to the two of you.

"Trust my rage," Loki mutters under his breath. You hear it, but don't say anything. You wish you could trust him too because you so badly want to, even after everything he's done.

Suddenly, Jane's eyes open. She rises and looks ahead.

"Jane," Thor says calmly and kneels down beside her. She looks over at him with wide and tired eyes before gazing ahead. In the distance, Malekith's ship is visible.

"Malekith."

Hesitatingly, you lift your eyes up at Loki without moving your head much. He meets you halfway. Every time he looks at you, not angrily, but like this. Soft. It's so different from the Loki you met in New York and you really hope there's still some good in him. Maybe he just needs some help to bring it back up to the surface.

After landing the ship, you walk over to a cliff where you can see Malekith and his ship ahead.

"Alright, are you ready?" Thor asks. Jane nods her head.

"I am," Loki replies.

"You know, this plan is going to get us killed," you sigh and Loki looks at you in the corner of his eyes.

"I am sorry that I have dragged you into this. I promise, when we're done here, I'll take you back to New York."

To get on with it, Loki holds up his shackled hands for Thor who stares at him with question and worry.

"You still don't trust me, brother?"

While Thor uncuffs Loki's hands, he gives him a strict stare. "Would you?" Both brothers turn to the sight ahead of them.

"No, I wouldn't," the younger brother says right before he stabs Thor with a dagger and pushes him so he rolls down the hill. Loki jumps and follows.

"Thor!" "No!" Jane shouts and starts to run after them. You follow in her heels.

"You really think I cared about Frigga, about anybody?" He stops by Thor and kicks him hard in the stomach. "All I ever wanted was you and Odin dead at my feet!"

You hurry the fastest you can towards them as Malekith and some of his army come from the other direction. Thor raises his hand in an attempt to summon Mjolnir, but Loki uses the dagger to cut off his hand which makes Thor scream in pain. Jane rushes over but before she reaches him, Loki grabs her and holds her tight. You stop just beside him.

Loki speaks to the Dark Elves who now have arrived at the scene. "Malekith, I am Loki of Jotunheim and I bring you a gift!" He throws Jane down on the ground in front of Malekith's feet. "I ask only one thing in return, a good seat from which to watch Asgard burn."

Algrim, the elf from the prison in Asgard and who killed Frigga, explains to his master that he saw Loki in Odin's prison so that way Loki's words get taken for truth.

"And you?" Malekith says, pointing at you.

"She's with me," Loki says quick, almost defending.

"She tried to stop me."

"I had to play my part. I came to Asgard to get Loki out of prison. What happens to the rest of the realm it's not to my interest." You tried to speak with as much conviction as you could manage and just hope he would take your word for it.

Without responding to you, he walks over to Thor who's squirming in pain on the ground. "Look at me." He uses his foot to turn him over, then he raises his arm, making Jane rise up in the air.

This is it, you think. He's gonna extract the Aether from her just as Thor said he would. The three of you look up as the Aether leaves her body. Once it's fully out of her, she collapses to the ground.

"Loki, now!" Thor shouts, raising his arm as Loki undoes the magic so his hand comes back and Mjolnir immediately responds. Then, Loki pushes you down next to Jane, followed by himself. He uses his body to shield you as Thor shoots lightning at the Aether, attempting to destroy it.

However, the plan fails. Malekith is still able to absorb it and turns on his heel towards his ship while two elves start to attack Thor. Taking them down quickly, he flies by his hammer after Malekith, but Algrim stops it by pushing Thor many meters away. Over to you, Loki gets up while you help Jane up.

"Are you alright?" you ask her.

From a distance, after Algrim has buried Thor under a stock of big rocks, he throws one of his vortex weapons towards you. Loki manages just about to push the two of you out of the way as it opens in the air and instantly tries to drag Loki into it. Luckily, Thor gets out of the pile of rocks, flies to his rescue and pulls him out.

With another attempt, Thor tries to reach Malekith before he disappears but is again stopped by Algrim. You get Jane out of danger before joining Loki to take down some other elves one by one.

On the other hand, Thor has some trouble when Algrim beats him down. Seeing this, you let Loki finish off where you are so you can go and help Thor. On the way, you pick up one of the dead elf's sword. Not that you think you can take this guy alone, he's quite big and strong. Coming from behind him, you stab him in the back, but not hard enough. He spins around in one quick move, arm stretched out in the process. You manage to duck before it would've sent you flying several meters away. Taking the chance, you cut his leg and roll over so he doesn't get to grab you either. Thor is on his way up, throwing Mjolnir at Algrim in the meantime, hoping it will give you a few seconds, but the elf senses it and slams the hammer back to its owner. Again, you try to use the sword to hurt him, but he turns just before and his arm hits your stomach.

With a grunt, you crash land on your back out of breath. He stops in front of you and is ready to pierce the sword through you.

Suddenly, the elf gets impaled from behind, a spear going right through him. You lay still, holding your breath as Algrim slowly turns to face Loki. With a quick pull, Loki gets dragged towards him so the spear goes right in his chest.

"No!" you and Thor shout at the same time.

With a push, Algrim shoves Loki off so he lands on his back with a grunt beside you. Loki lifts his head a little. "See you in hell monster." Algrim then realizes that attached to the blade in him, is his own vortex weapon. It explodes before he can do anything destroying him. Thor then rushes over to his brother.

"No, no! Fool, you didn't listen!" He kneels down and holds around him.

"I know, I'm a fool. I'm a fool!" Loki squirms in pain.

"Stay with me, stay!" Thor begs him. You lean up on your elbow closest to them.

No, he can't die. You don't understand why he's affecting you this much. It's not like you've known him for years, and the times you've met him he's been an utter ass. A villain. However, you tend to try and focus on the good side in people, and you have seen good in him. Both in the act and in his eyes. He just saved your life for the second time. The good may not dwell so deep inside of him as you thought.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Loki's words turn to whispers and Thor holds around him. He shushes him and nods his head.

"It's alright. I'll tell father what you did here today."

"I didn't do it for him."

You feel yourself starting to cry. Maybe he already is leaving the bad wolf in him. If only this didn't have to happen in order for him to do so. Slowly, Loki turns his head a bit to look at you. Carefully, you crawl on fours to get closer, ignoring the pain in your torso.

"Loki..."

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to because his eyes speak for him. They're filled with sorrow and guilt. Then, it all disappears as his eyes close and his skin turns pale. Your mouth open and you cover it with a palm as you try to hold back the tears.

"No!" Thor screams in mourning.

You sink back down on your arm and lower your head. It was unbelievable. After this long time, when you got to see Loki again, he dies within a couple of hours. You hoped it was a trick, that he would just jump up and laugh at all of us. But he doesn't. He just lies there, completely still, eyes closed, the pale skin making it look like he's been dead for a while. Thor moves his eyes on you and you see the tears in them, as he must be seeing yours. But it doesn't matter.

* * *

The three of you quickly walk to find shelter as a storm is approaching. You feel bad for just leaving Loki out there, but it would've slowed you down if you were to bring him with you.

Entering a cave, you look confused around. There is stuff everywhere. Mostly shoes and empty cans.

And all of a sudden, Jane's phone starts to ring. Turn out it's someone she met the other day. Looking at your own phone, it's low on battery, but it pops up lots of messages and calls from Tony. Deciding it's better to inform him when you're back in New York, you put the phone back in your pocket.

Apparently, Jane knows how to get to Earth, so you and Thor follow her deeper into the cave when you abruptly get a weird feeling and when you see clearly, you're back to the place where the scene with the policemen took place.

"How?" you ask, but the other two are more focused on where Malekith will end up. Following them to Jane's car, Thor turns to you.

"Go home. We will take it from here."

"But I can help-"

"Not this time. It's not your fight. After what happened to Loki... You've been in enough danger."

Before you get to protest, he rushes into the car. "I hope our paths will meet again, in a more decent matter!" he calls to you as Jane drives away and you're left alone.

Not coming up with something better, you take a cab back to Stark's place. Once you arrive there, you lock yourself in and is greeted by Jarvis. He tells you that Tony has been out all day looking for you. He asks if he shall contact him for you to which you thank him for. Your legs start to shake and you feel like passing out any second. Dropping down on the couch, you close your eyes in an attempt to get some rest, but the vision when Loki got killed keeps interrupting. Eventually, the emotions take over and you sit there, crying with your head in your hands.

It doesn't take long before a well-known voice is heard. Must've been only ten minutes or so since you got here.

"Y/N?"

In the room, comes a jogging Tony. He stops when he sees you. Your hair is messy, your clothes dirty after being in the Dark World. You raise your tearful face up at him.

"My God, where have you been? What's happened?" he comes over and you immediately embrace him. It feels really good to be in his presence again. One of his hands holds around your back while his other stroke you down your hair. "Shh, it's okay. It's gonna be okay," he says comfortingly. You cry on his shoulder and he lets you take your time. When he isn't Mr Stark the billionaire, or Iron Man the saviour, he's Tony, the caring guy. A side of him he rarely shows in public.

"You got me worried sick." He hugs you tighter and kisses the top of your head. Eventually, you pull away but he keeps his grip on you and removes the strings of hair from your face.

"Tell me what happened."

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str-spangled-banner · 6 years

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“I Don’t Deserve Happiness” — Loki X Reader

Post-Ragnarok setting! Whilst there are no major spoilers, I would still like to warn!

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Summary: Only a couple of hours has passed since the events of Ragnarok, and you and Loki — the man you share an unexplainable relationship with — get a moment alone aboard the ship carrying you away from a demolished Asgard.

Warnings: Angst-ish (not really?), kissing.

Words: No proper word count this time, but I’d guess somewhere around 1 500.

A/N: BACK FROM THE MOTHA FUCKING DEAAAAD. This is like the first thing I write in for-fucking-ever, so I decided to do my first ever Loki writing cause I remembered Loki in his black suit and tie in Thor: Ragnarok and just got the Loki-craving, ya know? Anyway, enjoy, and please tell me what you think! ^^

The suite was dimly lit by fluorescent lights peaking from under trims in the ceiling design and the pink glow coming in through the large, dome-shaped, window from a long trail of cosmic dust. She sat inside the cambered window, head turned to the side and watching the galaxy pass by. Around the ship were calmly moving rocks which once had been a chaotic meteor shower. The colossal boulders were interspersed with amethyst veins which almost seemed to glow once the light hit them just right. It was mezmerisingly stunning. She had lived a life far from boring and had seen much in her extended travels, but she had never seen something quite like space.

She let her head tilt back against the glass and her eyes fall shut, enjoying the peaceful silence, even more so as it had been just over two hours since she left the turmoil of Asgard. Her home being devoured by flames was a memory still vividly being replayed in her mind. Thor’s eyeopening recitation of Asgard being a people, not a place, gave her a sense of security and hope — but even so — she mourned the loss of her home. It was where she had grown up, where she had lived her entire life. The woods she played in as a child, the rivers where she fished as a teen, or the castle courtyard where she fought in tournaments once she came of age. They were all places she would never see again.

“You may be sneaky…” She let her eyes open to look at Loki who had entered her cabin. “But you can’t sneak past me.”

“Sounds like a challenge.” He said with a subtle smile, impressed by her ability to detect him. He glanced over her clothing which where property of the ship and far from the Asgardian clothing he was used to see her in. Unfortunately, the clothes she had worn had been stained in blood from the battle led by Ragnarok, and so she had been forced to rid of yet another tie to her previous home.

“We haven’t really gotten the chance to talk since we boarded this thing.” She said whilst her eyes traveled through the room, referring to the ship, before they returned to Loki. He wore dark clothing in his usual style, his raven hair was pushed back with a small gathering of strands having fallen before his face, and the dark circles under his eyes made his blue irises appear brighter. It was clear to anyone that he was worn and tired. It would have been strange if he wasn’t.

“That, we haven’t.” He agreed. He had seen her a dozen times after they boarded the ship, but every time he saw her and intended to approach her, something else had required his attention, and she would be gone by the time he was available again. Finally, he had grown tired of the crowded main-floors filled with Asgardian’s and Sakaar rebels, and he had sought out the desolated corner of the ship where Y/N had found a cabin to claim as her own.

Back in Asgard, before Ragnarok, Y/N had been the royal master-of-arms. She lived on the castle grounds and trained the castle guards. Loki had spotted her in the courtyard, long after the sun set, practicing by herself. He was amazed by both her skill and her commitment to improve herself. Whether she was honing her skill with the bow or building her strength by slashing a sword at a dummy, she was always fully committed. It had become his favorite thing to do, to sneak out at night and watch from a distance as she trained. It wasn’t until nearly a year after he first noticed her that they first spoke. She had approached him in the throne room as she had not been able to find either his father or his brother. She wished to request new practice dummies and training swords as there were half a dozen of new recruits that needed training, and she wished to receive the funds necessary for the necessities. From there on, their single encounter blossomed to actively seek one another out to simply talk at times.

“I passed by the captains suite earlier.” She began, Loki’s eyes locked on hers even if hers were looking out the window. “I overheard only a small part of your conversation with Thor, about how you won’t be joining us on Earth…”

Loki sighed and let his gaze fall to the floor by his feet, an unusual amount of emotions storing within him and rendering him feeling quite disorientated. “You know why I shouldn’t.”

“I know why you think you shouldn’t.” She corrected him. “And I know you should at least try.”

He sighed again, raising his gaze to join Y/N and stare out the window along with her. He knew she would have said something like that. She always made him out to be a better man than he was, so it was no surprise that she would think he should join them on earth, no matter what he might have done in the past. He wished she would see him for who he really was instead and spare him from occasionally falling for her veneering and momentarily believe he truly was good. He couldn’t tell if it was better to have her bring him up in such a way only to have him crash completely when reality hits again, or if it was better to constantly be on a middle ground, but he knew the latter to be far less painful. Perhaps he was a coward for not being able to endure the agony of Y/N’s kindness fading away and be stabbed in the gut by the truth every time it went away, but he was too much of a coward to admit he was a coward.

“You deserve to be happy, and I can’t see your happiness coming from anywhere but home.” She continued just as Loki had joyfully believed she had let the subject slide.

“We left home in a wrath of fire… Even if I’m with the people, it won’t be home.” He couldn’t help but speak his mind, even if he regretted the words instantly as he noticed Y/N shut her eyes for a second due to his harsh words.

“We could make it home.” She looked to her side, down at his feet, silently wishing he could be a bit more humble at times.

“Pain and destruction follows me like a tail follows a dog. It can never be home if I am a part of it.” He forced a weak smile as he noticed her head turn up towards him. She watched him with a broken heart. She could not understand how someone could endure as much guilt and sadness as Loki did. Every part of her felt pity for the God of Mischief, and every part of her wished she knew what to do to make things better.

“Oh my… What a cheerful conversation this turned out to be!” He sudddnly had a light and joyful tone but with a distinct awkwardness lingering to it. “How do you like the fighters from Sakaar? They’re quite… interesting, don’t you think?”

“You cannot do this.” She placed her feet on the floor and climbed out of the glass dome, taking a couple of steps forward to stand before Loki. He watched her in surprise, having been sure that she would have followed on his change of subject. “You cannot say all of these awful things about yourself and take all this blame only to act as if they’re all true and you’re alright. You don’t deserve to feel like this. You deserve happiness.”

It was clear that she was upset. Her brows were furrowed in frustration from a mix of both anger and pity with her eyes conquered by worry and care. Loki barely knew what to say at first, but then he could feel the darkness within him — the one that Y/N mostly did a very good job at keeping abay — rise to the surface.

“Don’t do this to me…” He begged as he could feel himself falling for her lies again. A part of him was angry, another part was completely broken, but for the most part, he was in a constant state of suppressing his emotions al together. “Don’t get me up only to let me be stabbed once I get down.”

Y/N was completely clueless by his terminology, but the way he avoided her eyes by looking at the ground beneath them and the clear torment he was in, she knew he was clueless himself. She took a short step closer, being barely half an arms length away from him. “Loki…”

“No.” His voice was still pleading. Hearing her say his name made him feel even worse. It made him want to listen to what she had to say, but he was still determined he didn’t want to hear it. “Don’t do this to me… Please?”

Y/N had never heard him say ’please’ before, and it was heartbreaking to hear him say it shakily whilst standing so exposed and lost before her. She moved forward just a tiny bit more, letting her hand hesitantly reach out towards his. Slowly, her fingertips came in contact with the soft and warm skin of his hand. He flinched upon contact but let his arm hang limply at his side. His eyes screwed shut as she laced their fingers together, watching his body language intensively.

He had to admit to himself that he felt far more for Y/N than admiration for her commitment to training. She was everything he wished he was. Smart, loyal, kind, and brave, all in one individual. Every time he was with her he felt a warmth fill his cold soul. She gave him hope, if not in the world all together, then at least in himself. She made him feel like there was a fragment of a reason for why he should care about anything or anyone. He wished he understood how she could make him feel so much. No one had ever effected him the way she did, and it was driving him mad that there wasn’t a clear answer as to why, but he’ll be damned if his subconscious could admit and say he couldn’t care less as to how she did it, only that she did.

“You don’t want me to be here for you, but I am…” She admitted, her voice nearly a whisper. A few moments passed before Loki began to lean his forehead towards hers, unsure of what he was doing but doing it anyway. He let her other hand move up his arm softly all the way to his bicep, holding onto him for support as they came to rest their foreheads against one another. His heart was racing, same as hers, and he felt her breath warm his lips.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered, just loud enough for Y/N to hear him. His free hand had snuck around her waist and held her close, her hand which had been on his bicep traveling further up until it resided at the base of his neck.

“We deserve each other…” She said and let out a short gasp after, not grasping that she had been brave enough to say it.

Loki — whose mind was spinning relentlessly — felt his common sense leave him entirely and leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. At the same time as he leaned forward, he freed both of his hands, placing them on her cheeks for the control if he felt as if he needed to pull away. His eyes were shut tight and his forehead creased as his emotions came crashing over him like an overwhelming wave.

Y/N allowed herself to move her lips, and the small yet destiny move ignited a flame in between them. Neither of them felt worthy of hapiness, even if Y/N advocated it strongly in Loki’s case. Neither felt as if they were particularly good, if good at all. They both blamed themselves for things they had no control of, kept to themselves in fear that they would hurt others — and most prominently — they had both denied the feelings which had resided between them for years.

Loki’s lips curled over hers so perfectly they seemed shaped to fit just them. His features softened and he felt a hollow and thrilling feeling erupt in his stomach as the moment truly dawned upon him. He dared to let his tongue taste her sweet lips, and he was blissfully awarded with Y/N sliding her tongue against his. They moved in synch, hands clinging onto the other as if they would slip from their grip otherwise.

The entire ship suddenly shook and a large thud echoed through the metal structure. Y/N and Loki broke free from one another, and a few moments later, the speaker in the ceiling gave off a cracking sound as it was activated.

“Hello everyone, Captain Korg here. I would just like to say that everything is alright. We just bumped into a flying rock. There is no need to worry. You can get on with your day now. Thank you.”

The room fell into silence again, a small meteor spinning past the window at a much faster speed than the surrounding ones. As it was out of sight, Y/N turned her gaze back to Loki who she still had her arms around. He was frozen in place and not saying a word, and she feared he regretted what he had done or that he felt so unworthy of her love that he would deny it.

“We just kissed.” He stated, letting out a more than surprising huff along with a wide smile. His eyes met with Y/N’s, all of his darkness vanishing for just a few moments. “I just kissed you.”

“Yeah.” Y/N chuckled and could feel her eyes begin to water as she could tell that Loki’s were doing the same. She stood on her tiptoes and leaned in again, pressing her lips so slowly and softly against his that he had to truly try and feel if they were touching him. “We just kissed.”

As she repeated his words, her lips graced over his with every move from how close they were, and their closeness triggered Loki to kiss her again. The kiss was filled with passion and joy, and whilst his hapiness may have been temporary due to how his darkness was only distinguished in Y/N’s light, he felt better than ever in that moment, and that feeling was worth all the gut-stabbing in the world.

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Promises - Part 1: Under the Stars

When they were children, Loki and Y/N promised each other to marry if they did not find someone else by the next Belewe moon in 250 years.

Pairing: young!Loki x young!Reader (Think age 11 or so)

Warnings: None, except slight sabotage I guess

Word Count: 2,200+

Note: I used this post to calculate Loki’s age for the series as he is going to age throughout. Please let me know how you’re liking it (or not) and tell me what you think is going to happen next. Hint: if you know a little of the mythology, you might see the end coming. Shoot me a message or something if you want to be tagged for the series, or for anything else.

~1635 AD (Midgard Time)

His door shut with a small click, one that echoed through the hallway like a bell. Loki flinched but kept moving. The next guard exchange was about to happen so he would have to time his escape perfectly. He ducked behind a pillar as a pair of boots thundered into the passageway. They didn’t stop. Loki half wondered if he should be proud that he wasn’t seen, or worried that the guards were inept at their job.

There wasn’t time to reflect on this quandary, he didn’t want to be late.

The grassy alcove outside the library was empty save for one solitary figure. Loki’s breathing was rushed, having run the remaining way from the hallway. He focused on calming it, then making it quiet. His steps were soundless as he slinked up behind the figure.

“Boo,” he whispered.

“Boo, yourself,” a voice said from behind him. Loki jumped with a yelp as you stepped out of the shadows. With a wave of your hand, the figure turned and faded away.

“Someday you must teach me how you do that.” Loki looked up at the sky and a smile broke out over his face. “It has begun.” Overhead a glowing celestial orb rocketed through the sky. Its tail sparked as it fought the Asgardian atmosphere.

“Do you think it will pass the correct spot?” you asked.

“Perhaps.”

The comet soared closer to the object of your attention: a relatively close moon, not your own, that filled the sky. Every two hundred and fifty years or so, the comet Orvar had the chance to pass behind the moon, creating a comet-lunar eclipse. When this happened, the reflection of the moon shown blue with the space fire around the comet. It was called the Belewe Moon. If one watched the comet pass by in a secret place, the observer was supposed to have good luck until the next Belewe moon.

“Do you want to see if we can see anybody else watching the moon?” Loki asked, walking towards the edge.

“No, Loki, don’t. Don’t ruin someone’s luck by spying out their hiding place,” you held him back and shrugged, “besides, if, by peeking you give our spot away, you’ll curse us both with bad luck.”

Loki nodded in agreement.

You sat on the grass and laid back to watch the sky. Even with the brightness of the comet, you could see billions of stars. Loki laid next to you, hands behind his head. You twisted to lay your head on his chest, breathing in time to the rise of his breath.

“What luck do you think you’ll have?” he asked.

You thought for a moment then said, “maybe I’ll marry a husband who’ll build me a library. I know it won’t be as big as the one here, but it’ll be mine.”

“Marry?” Loki’s breath hitched beneath you. “You are not old enough for that yet. And we’re still in school.”

“Not for much longer,” you sighed, “Mother and Father have been discussing taking me out of school. A boy is coming tomorrow. They say I might be betrothed to him.”

“Betrothed? What is this, the Dark Ages? Nobody does that anymore.”

“They do here at court.” The comet continued its path, finally drawing close to the moon. “We wouldn’t have a ceremony till years later, but… I’m of an age where they must start thinking about it. And at this stage, I have a choice. They told me I can say no if I wish.”

“Then say no.” Loki’s chest was tight. You rolled over so you could twist to look directly into his eyes.

“Why should I? I have not met him yet.”

“But you’ve met me,” Loki smirked at you, but his eyes claimed something deeper.

“I don’t think you are on my parent’s list. You are too above my station.”

Loki turned to lay on his side; you did the same. “Then it will help your family even more. I’m a prince of Asgard. You are an intelligent young lady of the court. There couldn’t be a more perfect pairing. And Father favor’s Thor, so he will be the one to have an arranged marriage for the throne.”

“You speak like it is so easy, Loki,” You rolled back onto your back. “There are more politics involved than you think.”

Loki looked down to his feet, so close to yours. “Then I will learn the politics.” He glanced at you, but you were watching the sky. “Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“If I learn the politics, and if I can convince our parents that the match will be good, would you at least consider… me?”

Orvar was just touching the inner edge of the moon. You two were so young. What could you possibly know about marriage? The first glimmer of blue started to glow around the moon. It gave you an idea.

“Do you think you could wait for me?”

“What?”

“If I have not married by the next Belewe Moon, nor you, would you marry me then?”

Loki laid back with a confused huff. “Yes. But that is not for another two hundred and fifty years.”

“Exactly. If no suitors have caught my eye by then, my parents will want to take any proposal given to them. It will help you sway them even more. But you would have to promise. I do not want to wait that long with the false hope that you will back out, married or not.”

“Agreed.”

The comet was fully behind the moon now. The sky surrounding it burst into different beams of blue as the tail fully eclipsed the moon. You could hear soft cheering around the city.

“Y/N, I promise you by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.” His voice was strong.

“I promise you, Loki, by the light of the Belewe light: if neither of us has wed by the next moon, I shall wed you without hesitation.”

The cheers died off as Orvar passed the point of illumination. The moon lost its halo, and the sky was as it was before.

Loki took your hand and squeezed it. He continued to hold it till the comet was out of sight. He successfully escorted you back to your room without incident. You fell asleep with the courage that he had the luck, and skill, to make it back without getting caught.

The Next Morning

“What do you think of him, Y/N?” your mother asked you. The boy jumped out of the transport and took a small bouquet from his father.

“He’s cute, I guess. But looks are not everything,” you replied. You could feel your parents grinning at each other over your head.

“Sindri,” your father called out, “welcome to Asgard!”

“Thank you, my friend. May I introduce my wife, Erna, and my son, Theoric.”

The fathers continued to talk as you looked at Theoric. He was cute, in a way. His hands were shaking around the flowers, but he kept his posture straight and strong. You found his eyes observing you as well and looked away, blushing through getting caught.

“Here,” he said, holding out the flowers, “these are for you.” You took them. A few sprigs of baby’s breath surrounded a single, small, red tulip that hadn’t opened yet.

“He picked those himself this morning,” Erna said kindly. Your mother tapped you on your shoulder.

“Thank you. They are beautiful.”

“Perhaps you could show Theoric around the palace while we talk.” You clenched your jaw and looked up at your mother with pleading eyes. Could she be any more of a cliché? She didn’t give you time to reply or to complain before taking Erna’s arm and leading her inside. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you turned back to face Theoric.

“You don’t have to show me around,” he said, breaking the silence. “You can just show me your favorite place. If you would like.”

You nodded in agreement. If Thor and his friends saw you with him, you wouldn’t live it down for weeks. “Follow me.” You led him through back hallways to the library, opening the door with a flourish.

Theoric gave you a single nod as he looked around. “Your favorite place is… a library?”

“Yes. I have an impossible dream to read them all.”

“That is impossible.” Theoric walked to one of the bookshelves and pulled out a book. He flipped through the pages quickly, then shelved it with a huff. “Do you have any other favorite places?”

Your eyes flitted to the grassy alcove, but you played it off as thinking. “No. I have been known to stay here all day when I’m not called elsewhere.”

“How incredibly dull. How are you still sane?” He looked past you to the hallway. “I think we should get back. Mother said there was to be a lunch before they started discussing anything important.”

“My mother said the same. This way.” You took the short route to the small dining hall outside your family’s quarters while at court. You walked quickly, answering shortly to any questions Theoric had. Then he was silent. You turned around to ask if he was alright, but he was gone. Panic set in. While you had already eliminated him as a suitor, your parents and his would be furious if you lost him in the palace. You started to backtrack your steps, hoping he could not have wandered far.

Loki was deeply engrossed in a book when a disgruntled boy walked around the corner muttering about incompetent girls.

“You there! Which way to the dining hall?”

“Which one?” Loki muttered, refusing to look up from his book.

“The one Y/N Y/L/N was taking me to before she lost me around a corner. Would you stop reading and show me the way?”

Loki sighed and closed his book. The boy’s hands were clenched, as was his jaw, and he kept shifting his feet impatiently. Loki was going to take his time with this rude boy. There was no way you were going to choose this one over him.

“This way.”

Loki led him in circles for quite some time. He occasionally poked his head into one of the other small dining halls, feigning innocence. By the time they reached the correct hall, Theoric was fuming.

“I asked for guidance, not a tour. Everybody in this place is so incompetent.” He burst through the doors, starting chaos inside. Loki thought it best to slip away. Besides, he’d left his book on the window sill.

You burst in through the other doors as Theoric did. “Mother, I cannot find-“

“You! You lost me on purpose.” Theoric pointed at you across the table, face redder than a beet.

“It is not my fault that you could not keep up.” It was an accident. A gentleman would be understanding. You looked at your mother and sent her a curt nod. This was not the one. She sighed and looked at the other three adults, passing along your message.

“Father, I refuse to stay any longer.” Theoric turned on his heel to march out.

“Are you sure that is the right way, Theoric? Are you an expert of the palace now?” You smirked at his back, enjoying the way he flinched.

He stopped, flustered. He stomped his foot and waited for your father to usher his parents out the door. Your mother shot you a look. You were in trouble, but they’d have to find you first. Nobody knew the palace better than you, except maybe Loki.

Loki.

He had to know about this idiootti, this idiot.

You found him in his favorite window alcove, reading as always. He heard you coming and made room for you. You laid against the opposite wall so your feet could almost touch.

“How was the meeting?”

“A disaster. I lost him on the way back from the library, and he was extremely rude about it. And he thinks reading is dull.”

Loki whipped around to look at you. “What? A person who does not read considers it dull because they find themselves so.”

“I know that, and you know that. But I’m in trouble now for losing him, and probably again for not sticking around to see him off.”

“He wasn’t worth it.”

After a moment of reflection, you spoke up.

“Did you mean what you said last night? Or was it just the moon?”

“I swore, Y/N. I will never break that vow, no matter how many stars fly through the sky.”

Your heartbeat slowed. Calmed.

Loki handed you a book from his stack. You two sat reading in silence except for sound of the palace bustle below.

Part 2: Intimidation

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