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30. (MCU) President Loki - Perfect Pair

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Pairing: President!Loki x f!Reader (angst, hurt/comfort kinda??)

Summary: The reader finds comfort in President Loki's presence after her own Loki has died. (This is a soulmate AU)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Major character death, suicidal ideals, violence (it's not very graphic), very slight canon divergence (I changed a quote from the original Avengers movie)

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Nothing. So many emotions she expected to feel, and yet when the time came there was nothing. It almost felt like time itself had stopped; like it derived sick pleasure from this moment of emptiness. The strangled scream of his brother, the thud of his body, the crunch of glass, the metallic clink of stone on gold, the spear digging into her back. All of it felt miles away, like she had created a bubble to shield from the pain, like nothing could break her stone-cold character.

This was to be expected, of course. The death of a soulmate came with a certain emptiness. Soulmates are a duo, a perfect pair. To lose one... it creates a hole in your heart, leaving only a part of the whole. Confusing and convoluted, dizzying and disorienting, absent and...

Angry.

The feeling hits hard. It raises an unquenchable fire in her chest, a rage burning so bright it surpasses feeling and manifests in an unsettlingly calm, collected demeanor. Well, calm save for the powerful wisps of light gathering at her fingertips, volatile and vengeful.

The magic easily bursts, a forceful blast knocking back everyone but the mad titan who struggles to stay on his feet. He recovers and attacks, but each blow does little to stop the wisps wrapping around his arm. They creep up, grabbing hold of the gauntlet, of the space stone, of the reason Loki was dead. Just thinking of his face brings another wave of anger, her sorcery bending to her will.

A satisfying snap brings her back to the present. The once-proud man cries out and squirms under her unrelenting grip. Truthfully, she hadn't meant to break his arm, but the unadulterated rush of adrenaline it gave her was enough to temporarily push away the sustained sting of her soulmate's death.

Just as she opens her mouth to speak, to let her wrath be heard, she's interrupted by yellow rectangles, opaque and opening on both her sides. Halting a few feet away; six men total walk through, armed with measly sticks compared to her arsenal of pain.

"Sorceress, stop your magic and put your hands in the air now!"

A reasonable request, but she's so far past reasonable. Dropping Thanos' arm, she turns to the cluster on her right. She looks down on them, agitated they'd even try to interrupt her revenge.

Grabbing one's ankle with a projection of her hand, she's able to sweep all three off their feet before they can stop her. The half that is still standing react swiftly, holding their odd weapons in front of their bodies defensively as they advance.

Interestingly, out of all the chaos and people in the room, a child of Thanos halts their movements. Ebony Maw, furious at the sorceress for causing his twisted father's pain, raises his hands and summons pieces of metal. They swirl, delicately dancing in the air, gathering to form deadly, dangerous shrapnel.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, to let his wrath be heard, he's interrupted with a yellow kiss of death. The end of the soldier's staff connects with Ebony Maw's neck. A myriad of bright colours consumes him whole, all the pieces he'd gathered falling to the ground with dull metallic thuds.

The display alone is enough to halt her movements, a soft and shocked gasp leaving her mouth. The pause leaves her vulnerable, allowing one of the men she knocked over to attach a collar around her neck from behind.