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You pushed yourself to your feet, tripping and stumbling over the bodies lying scattered around you. You were limping, sharp pains shooting down your leg, blood running into your eyes, blurring your vision. Everywhere you looked were the bodies of your fellow Asgardians, people you had known, people you had loved.
“Loki!” you screamed. “Loki!” You spun in circles, looking for your king, the man you loved. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his green and black leather, his body sprawled a few feet away from where you stood. You rushed to him, falling to your knees, a choked sob leaving you.
You carefully lifted his head, pulled it into your lap, and brushed the strands of black hair – now matted with blood – from his face. “Loki, look at me please. Please look at me.”
His eyes opened just a bit, enough to see the flash of color. “Y/N,” he groaned, clutching your hand, squeezing.
“I’m here, my love,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”
A strange gurgling sound erupted from him and blood trickled from the corner his mouth. He stared up at you and you could see the life draining from him, leaving him with every exhale.
“No, no, no,” you murmured, your voice cracking. You gripped his shoulder, dragging him closer to you, holding him against your body, praying to the gods you could will the life back into him. “No, Loki, you must stay awake, you must. You can’t leave me. Not now, not like this.” You kissed him, your tears mingling with the blood covering his face, staining your fingers, your cloak. So much blood, too much blood.
Loki’s eyes rolled back in his head, his body stiffening before he collapsed in your arms, his last breath taken, his heart no longer beating for you. An ungodly scream left you, echoing through the night air. You hugged him to your chest, rocking back and forth, begging, pleading with someone, anyone, to bring him back to you, to return him to you.
“No, Loki,” you sobbed, kissing him over and over, hugging him to your chest. “Please, come back, please, please, look at me, I’m right here. I’m right here. Please don’t go, please don’t leave me. Please.”
A/N: Felt like branching out with Loki, hope y’all enjoy it! It’s supposed to be angsty, so there’s a little bit of angst in here… Probably needs more but eh. I’m happy with it and hopefully so are you!
Also I know I said I wasn’t gonna do any more challenges for a while but the prompts for this one were too good to pass up. For @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan ‘s challenge, prompt was #17: “I’m not sure why you’re scared every time I try and show you some kindness, but don’t reject me.”
Loki might not be the ideal being to have feelings for, but love is love, and one cannot control their heart. At least that’s what you tell yourself, every time you see the Asgardian prince. He’s been around the compound a lot more, working on being a better person or something like that, and it’s nice to see him around; your heart always soars when he’s in sight.
You try being nice to Loki when you see him, and at first it goes over well, and he’s friendly. You get to know him a bit better, and you fall even more for him. But as time goes on, Loki gets skittish around you, bolting from the room before you can say more than a simple hello or good morning, and it hurts. Not that you’ll admit that.
Until one night Natasha gets you drunk off your ass on the Asgardian mead that Thor likes to leave around. Then, you spill your guts, how you have feelings for Loki and how his cold shoulder lately has really hurt you and you’re not sure what you did wrong that would get him to run from you.
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Loki burst into the room, fists clenched at his sides, his anger a tangible thing, a concrete, solid, palpable presence. The second his eyes found you, he was on the move, his sole purpose getting to you, getting into your space, your attention all he craved. You stood your ground, waiting for him, refusing to back down, refusing to fear the man you loved, no matter how intense, how sharp, how severe his anger was.
You knew he wasn’t angry with you, he never was, you were the woman he loved, the woman he cared for, the woman he worshipped. In his eyes, you could do no wrong. You had nothing to fear. Loki would never harm you.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just strode purposefully across the room until he was standing in front of you. He reached for you, yanking you into his arms, his mouth crashing into yours, exhaling the breath he’d been holding, his breath mingling with yours. You kissed him back as desperately as he kissed you, your fingers twisting in the leather straps crisscrossing his chest, trying to draw him closer.
The passion between the two of you burned like a white hot flame, setting you on fire, heat coursing through every nerve ending until it felt as if your skin was crackling with an electric spark. Loki pulled at your clothing, the layers of material keeping him from what he really wanted. His hands on your bare skin.
“Loki,” you gasped.
His breath was hot against the sensitive skin beneath your ear as he dragged his lips up your neck to your ear and down your jaw to your mouth. His kiss was scorching, hot enough to burn, and you wanted nothing more than to feel that heat.
With a twitch of his finger, the room cleared and the two of you were alone.
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