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TIMELINE｡˚ ⁀➷ Thor: Ragnarok

WARNING｡˚ ⁀➷ A bit of angst, Fluff

PAIRING｡˚ ⁀➷ SacredTimeline!Loki x Avenger!ExValkyrie!reader

SUMMARY｡˚ ⁀➷ After seeing the Thor vs. Hulk ring fight, you and Loki make it through the crowd, where a frost giant touches Loki, and his true colours are revealed.

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📍SAKAAR

AFTER THE ARENA FIGHT OF THOR Vs.HULK...

The chaos of the Grandmaster's celebration roared around them. Music throbbed through the kaleidoscopic palace halls, awash in neon gold and deep purple. The air buzzed with electricity and wild revelry as the Grandmaster's elite toasted to the "savage brilliance" of Hulk's victory over Thor.

You and Loki walked side by side, both still visibly shaken. Your steps were brisk, cutting through the after-fight crowd, the image of Thor lying unconscious in the arena burned into your mind.

"Thor could've died out there. And you just sat in the stands pretending nothing was wrong."

Loki's voice was tight as he avoided your gaze. "I was playing a part. You think I enjoyed watching that? I had already used my bribery to get you out of that disgusting cell. There was nothing I could've done without risking—"

Suddenly, your path was blocked by a towering figure — pale blue, eyes glowing red, skin faintly laced with frost patterns.

A Frost Giant.

Your breath caught. Instinctively, you stepped in front of Loki, your arm across his chest to keep him back.

But it was too late. The Frost Giant clapped a hand onto Loki's palm in casual greeting.

For a beat, nothing happened. Then your eyes widened.

Where the Frost Giant had touched him, Loki's skin began to shift — spreading from his wrist up his forearm. The pale Asgardian hue melted into icy blue. Faint markings appeared, glowing like frostbitten runes. The effect crawled across his skin like fire in reverse.

"Loki..."

He yanked his arm back like he'd been burned. His eyes darted to yours — and saw your expression.

Not hatred. Not disgust. But fear. Not of him — for him.

But he misread it.

And Loki bolted.

He shoved through the crowd without a word, ignoring the calls, ignoring your voice behind him.

Gone.