Found (Loki Soulmate Story) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Three

(Loki's Pov)

Loki laid awake in his bed, thinking about everything. How completely hopeless his situation was. He used to doubt he had a soulmate, although that was disproven about a decade ago. 

He had been doing nothing different, when a sudden feeling broke out in his chest. His soulmate- Y/N- had been inactive for years. His entire life, in fact. And then on one fateful day, panic had flowed through him. He knew then that his soulmate was in trouble, for all that he never thought she existed. Centuries of no activity, and suddenly panic on their first connection. He had raced to his mother, Frigga, to consult her on the matter. They were talking, and suddenly something caught his eye. A single cut on his forearm, deep and a pearly white.

His first soulmate scar.

The only scar he has ever had, that stayed with him through all those years. It faded with time, as did the feelings. Every few years something would happen, although never that panicked again. There was one time that she had been heartbroken, when all he could feel that day was hopelessness and grief. That was a rough night for him.

And then nothing. For years there was nearly nothing. Perhaps some minor scars along his hands, maybe a scab here or there. But nothing too concerning.

And then Thanos happened. He had been terrified, and knew his soulmate could feel it too. He only ever wanted to protect her from the pain, yet it seemed he could never do that. There had been moments in the torture that a happy feeling erupted in his chest, anywhere from a few seconds to a minute. It was those times that kept him going, that he knew she existed.

New York. He was barely conscious during it, barely recognising his actions. Afterwards he had gone to Asgard, and there was still nothing. No sign from his soulmate that she was alive. Loki had spent barely a year in Asgard, until the All-father ordered him to Midgard. Odin ordered him to right his wrongs.

Which led to him here, laying on a bed in the Avengers Tower. In his new cell. Loki knew they could never forgive him of his actions, whether he had done them knowingly or not. They only ever treated him as a monster, their foul ways twisting every single one of them.

Except Sky. She was twisted if she could believe she could inflict harm upon a god- a prince of Asgard. And yet he found himself tripping up over her. She was a beauty, the entirety of herself catching his eye. Her eyes, voice, the way she fought against the others. It was intoxicating in all the right ways.

And then he remembered his soulmate. Y/N was written on his wrist, always had been and always will be. Although he had covered the mark with clothing or illusions over the years, it still existed. He was still tied to another.

Panic. It wasn't panic though, but rather surprise. Enough to have him shocked by it on his end as well.

Finally, a sign.

He breathed a sigh of relief, now effectively shaken from his thoughts. She was still out there. It gave him hope.

'Shit!' There was a shout in his head, the voice catching his attention instantly. That and the fact he could feel a sudden pain in his hand- her hand- whatever, and could see the familiar white line appearing. She must've cut herself. And with how wide the mark on his side was, it was a bad cut at that.

But now he was confused on another matter. Not only did he feel her reaction, but he heard it as well. Telepathic communication was not new to him, although with his soulmate it was. He tried his working theory anyways.

'Are you alright?' There was silence on her side, if only for a few seconds. Just enough time to start wondering if it even worked at all.

'Yeah, I kind of just fell and cut myself.' There she was. Her voice was calm now, and it was sweet and angelic. He loved how it sounded, making his breath hitch in the sheer thought of it.