Little stories of love and joy.

Loki

Title: Shadows of Betrayal

Chapter 1: The Wounded Trickster

Loki and Morbius had been tirelessly searching for Silvy, their hearts heavy with worry. As they finally found her, Loki approached her with his signature mischievous smile, hoping to ease the tension. But Silvy's expression turned into a sneer, and before Loki could react, she unleashed a blast of magic that sent him flying backward.

Silvy's eyes widened in shock as she realized the extent of her actions. Loki tried to get up but collapsed back onto his knees, blood streaming down his face from a wound on his temple. Silvy watched him, her concern mingling with guilt. Morbius, on the other hand, rushed to Loki's side, his anger evident.

Furious at Silvy, Morbius helped Loki to his feet, his grip firm yet gentle. Loki, despite the pain, wore his signature smile, trying to reassure them both. Morbius frowned, unconvinced. "Oh really, because let me tell you, it does not look that way."

With Morbius's support, they brought Loki to the TVA for medical attention. In a room devoid of people, Morbius carefully cleaned Loki's wounds, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Loki's eyes flickered with a green glow as he realized Silvy had followed them, but he closed them, sighing deeply. The glow caused him pain, and he didn't want to burden Morbius with his suffering.

Concern etched on her face, Silvy approached Loki tentatively. Morbius, however, was seething with anger, making it clear that Silvy had no right to be there. "Look at him! Look at Loki! You hurt him, you—" Morbius's voice trailed off as Loki reached out and took his hand, a silent plea for peace.

"Let's not argue right now," Loki whispered, his voice hoarse. Morbius reluctantly let go of his anger, realizing that Loki needed their support more than anything. He ripped off the sleeve of Loki's shirt, revealing a multitude of scars on his arm, both big and small.

As Morbius cleaned the wound, the room filled with a heavy silence. Loki's pain was palpable, but he refused to let it show. Silvy watched them, her guilt weighing heavily on her heart. She had never intended to hurt Loki, and now she had to face the consequences of her actions.

Chapter 2: Shadows of the Past

The room remained quiet as Morbius tended to Loki's wounds, his touch gentle yet firm. Loki's scars served as a reminder of the battles he had fought, both physical and emotional. Silvy couldn't tear her eyes away from the evidence of his pain, her heart aching with regret.

Loki's mind wandered back to the past, to the countless battles he had fought, the betrayals he had endured. The scars on his arm were a testament to the pain he had experienced, the sacrifices he had made. But through it all, he had always managed to wear his signature smile, masking his true emotions.

Morbius, sensing Loki's inner turmoil, squeezed his hand reassuringly. Loki opened his eyes, the green glow gone, replaced by a weariness that mirrored his soul. Silvy's concern for him was evident, but Morbius couldn't help but feel a lingering anger towards her.

Silence enveloped the room once more, broken only by the sound of Morbius cleaning Loki's wounds. The pain etched on Loki's face was a stark reminder of the consequences of their actions, the price they had to pay for their choices.

As Morbius finished bandaging Loki's wounds, he looked into his eyes, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "We'll find a way to make things right, Loki. We'll face whatever comes our way, together."

Loki nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. Despite the pain he had endured, he knew that he wasn't alone anymore. Silvy, too, understood the weight of her actions and vowed to make amends.

In the shadows of their past, a new path emerged, one filled with redemption, forgiveness, and the strength to face the challenges ahead. Together, Loki, Morbius, and Silvy would navigate the treacherous waters of their intertwined destinies, determined to find solace and redemption in the face of betrayal.