Marvel Imagines

Loki

(H/C): Hair color
(E/C): Eye color
(Y/M/N): Your mothers name
(Y/F/N): Your fathers name
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Hogwarts
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You fast walk the dark cold halls of the dungeons. You have just left the Slytherin common room. Your (H/C) hair fluttering in the wind at your fast pace. Your (E/C) eyes welling with tears.

Draco Malfoy had just insulted you. Your mother had sent you a letter, telling you your father had passed, by the Dark Lord's doing.

That Draco Malfoy snatched the letter from your grasp and read aloud. He said your father was too weak, that's why Voldemort removed him. He threw the letter into the fire, and you didn't even get to finish reading it. Then he started up his big ego again, saying that he's going to be the best servant for the Dark Lord.

You clutch your robes tighter to you. It's snowing outside as you walk around the courtyard. Your wand is clenched in your right hand tightly.

You walk into the Great Hall. Food and dishes
are still left on the tables. You sit at the end of the Slytherin table. You wipe your eyes, but tears keep falling down your face.

"That damn Malfoy!" You screamed as you swiped your hand across the table causing dishes and drinks to splatter onto the floor.

You hiccup and wipe your nose with your sleeve.

The door to the entrance bursts open. You look up and see your close friend. Loki Laufeyson. A very skilled wizard. And a handsome young boy.

"What did he do this time." He seethed, his face turning a pale blue.

"H-He..." You hiccuped and stood. You raised your brow a bit, he normally turned red from anger but he turned blue this time.

He peered down at you, his face full of anger and sadness. "(Y/N)..."

He laid his hand on your cheek. You gave into his touch and stopped crying. You sniffled and looked up at him.

"Tell me what happened..." He softly said.

You look down. "My mother wrote me, Loki."

He hugged you tightly. "That's great? What did she say?"

You dug your face into his chest. "My father has passed, Loki. Voldemort killed him..."

Loki wrapped his arms around your head, practically suffocating you. "Do not worry my dear... Your father watching you."

You nodded into his chest. "I know..." You whispered.

He pulled away and cupped both of your cheeks with his long, cold, and slender hands.

"Dear... look at me..." He spoke. Your heart thudded from his touch.

The doors slammed open again and you both turned around.

"Professor Snape..." You spoke and took a step away from Loki.

"What is going on...here..." His monotone voice drawled out.

You fidgeted with your fingers. "I uh-"