Avengers Imagines

Steve (Request) | My Memory Part 2

Tears burned your eyes as they inflicted havoc on your vision, leading you to pull over, slump over and just cry until they stopped making driving impossible.

But when it was over, you were still left with an aching, breaking, pained heart. How was it that the bridge you'd thought could never burn down burnt in a matter of seconds? One look and it was as though it instantaneously caught on fire. But then again, he'd been burning it for God knows how long! You let out a sigh, and began your trek to your mum's house - the one place you could feel safe anymore.

The moment you reached the front door, you knew something was different. The lights were on when they weren't supposed to be - it was midnight for crying out loud! - and there was talk.

Your mother had divorced your father and never brought up a new boyfriend. This was strange.

You let yourself in, drifting closer to the sound that intrigued you. It was coming from the dining table where your mother, and another figure sat. You peered in and immediately his eyes locked on you. You frowned. Wasn't he a little young for her?

"Hi," you said meekly.

He stood up. "Hello," he replied politely. He was definitely confident. Not like Steve. Your eyes threatened to spill out tears. "Are you alright?"

You nodded. "I'm just going to go to my room," you said, sighing.

You mother looked at you apologetically. "Do you need to talk?" she asked, walking over to you and hugging you. The warmth of her hug reduced the sadness.

"I'm alright. Thanks, mum."

She smiled, softly picking your cheek. "Ok. That's good." She turned to the man. "Loki, this is my daughter, (Y/N)."

*****

You trudged up the stairs, carrying your things, before going to the bathroom to ready yourself for sleep. When you came out, you bumped right into him. So you asked him the hard questions.

"Are you and my mum dating?" you asked.

He looked at you puzzled before laughing. "No."

That was a bit of relief. The silver lining to your horrid day.

"Ok. Right. Sorry for asking."

He shook his head, smiling. "It's quite alright."

You smiled awkwardly, the weird tension in the air getting to you. "I'm going to go to bed now..."

He nodded. "Of course. Good night."

"Good night." Then you sauntered off to your bedroom which remained intact and essentially the same as when you'd moved out.

*****

You collided into him. What was with this? You laughed to yourself at his shocked reaction. He smiled. "Sorry," he said.

You shrugged it off. "Sorry too."

He looked at the clock. "What are you doing up so late?" he asked.

"I couldn't sleep and I'm thirsty."

He nodded. "Come. I'll get you a drink. And we may talk."

You smiled to yourself before looking down at your middle finger which now lacked one expensive stone. "Alright."

*****

Loki was strange. He knew almost nothing about traditions like Christmas and Easter and he knew even less about celebrities, movies or general things. But he did sympathise with you on one thing. Heartache.

Somehow you'd found yourself telling him everything and he just sat there, intrigued before simply saying, "I understand."

Those two words did something to you. You felt close to him now. Maybe it didn't take all that long to build bridges, and hopefully this one wouldn't burn like the last.

He stopped you from leaving. "(Y/N)," he said, calling you back. You turned back.

Your eyes widened, you looked down, and red was spreading on your shirt before dripping onto the tiles.

"I apologise," he said, looking uncaring and unapologetic, with even a smile on his lips.

You fell into his arms as you blacked out.

*****

There was no funeral, only a pool of blood to acknowledge your death. You requested no explanation as to why the dagger had been forced through your skin, puncturing a vital organ.

The smell of bleach lingered in the air as red was washed away from the tiles and wrung down the drain. He kept your hand, and he never let go, murmuring things into your deaf ear.

Poison ran through your veins, correcting what had been done. The feeling of bugs under your skin could never be felt, only seen from what you knew was your soul leaving your body before being anchored back.

*****

Your eyelids were heavy as you opened them. They seemed unwilling to comply to what your body wanted. You struggled to pry them open before struggling to keep them that way.

You sat up, your skin cold from exposure to the tiles. You looked around, unfamiliar. What had happened?

The last of his poison worked its way through your body and the veins that had once been black returned to their blueish hue.

You lifted your hand to find a ring on your fourth finger. You knew it meant something, but what exactly, you couldn't pinpoint.

"Ah. You're awake," you heard.

You turned. "Loki." The name was already on the tip of your tongue.

"My Queen," he returned, a soft smile on his face as he bent down to cup your face and moved stay hairs back.

You looked into his green eyes, unable to think of anything else, until you remembered. "Where is he?"

"Where is who?" he asked.

"Steve."

He smirked. "On his way."

"Good."

Then the doorbell rang and you instantaneously knew who it was him.

"Wait here, my love," Loki said before going to open the door for Steve, careful to not be seen.

Steve walked in. "(Y/N)!" he said, apologetic from the moment he stepped in. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, I - " Your fingers wrapped around his throat, your thumbs overlapping to crush his windpipe. He struggled to talk and breathe. "(Y/N)!" It came out raspy.

If there was anything else that you remembered, it was that you needed to kill him.

"Goodbye." And with a single pull together of your thumbs, you watched as he faded into the darkness.

T H E. E N D.

(P.s. Sorry if I'm not physically correct lol)