Silence lingers over the ship, the atmosphere cold and dead. The journey back isn't too long, and we reach Stark Tower without too much trouble.
As we land, I look over at Loki, who lies innocently asleep, his head resting back against his chair. Part of him is upset, there's no doubt about it.
Whether it's for Thor or Jane, I'm yet to know.
I glance at him carefully, admiring how relaxed his face is when he sleeps. Peaceful, almost.
I close my eyes, letting my head lie against my seat.
I feel strong arms around me, lifting me up and carrying me off the ship, the cold air of Midgard crawling against my skin.
"I'll return to carry Loki inside, you go in and rest." Thor says, continuing to carry me inside whilst he talks to Valkyrie.
I slowly fall asleep in his arms, nestling into him comfortably.
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I open my eyes to find myself back in Stark Tower, but in a somewhat unfamiliar room. I turn to see only two beds, the one I lie in and the other being occupied by a sleeping God.
I faintly remember the night before, trying to shake away Jane's death from my thoughts.
I hear a rustle from the other bed, Loki slowly sitting up with a quiet groan.
"Hey." I mumble, glancing over at him.
"Hey." he replies, matching my tone, "You alright?"
"Mhm..." I nod, "You?"
"Not bad." he answers, looking down at his hands.
I walk over to the bed he lies in and sit next to him, fitting beside him nicely.
"Was that me?" I ask, tracing a dark purple bruise on his neck.
"Yes. I'd say I took one for the team. You're welcome." he nods.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.
"It means, darling, that you are here. Alive, might I add. Not lying on the bottom of some mountain on Vormir." he explains.
"Don't 'darling' me." I snarl, "It's patronising."
"That was the point." he smirks.
"Well don't." I snap, "And thanks to you, Jane is dead."
"I made a choice." Loki justifies.
"That wasn't your choice to make, Loki."
"Well shoot me, I made it anyway." he says dismissively.
"You can't do that! You can't kill her at my expense!" I shout.
"Will you stop trying to make me feel guilty? I saved your damn life and I'd be happy if you were a little more grateful." he argues.
"Grateful? Grateful? I didn't need you to save my life!"
"Well I tried to go myself, and you stopped me. And I'm not here whining about it. Deal with it, we're alive, Jane is not. Besides, a mere mortal like herself would die within eighty years or so." he explains.
"Selfish! You're so selfish!" I shout.
"Me? I'm selfish?" he questions, "I am not selfish." he glares.
"Fuck you, Loki."
"Well, to retaliate, my dear, 'fuck you too' " he snaps, getting off the bed.
"Get out- honestly your so irritating!" I yell.
"I assure you, the feeling is mutual!" he replies, walking out of the room swiftly, slamming the door behind him.
Within a few seconds, I leave the room myself and head to the lounge with the others- perhaps those numbskulls have come up with a plan.
As soon as I enter, the group gathered there turn to look at me, all stopping their conversations.
"What now?" I ask, fed up of this bullshit.
"I'm guessing you're the reason for Loki's mood." Thor suggests.
"Amongst other things, I'd say so- yes." I nod, sitting down on the couch.
"FRIDAY, get Reindeer Games in here." huffs Tony, wearing a look of boredom.
"Of course, Sir." a female voice calls, a hole opening in the roof.
Suddenly, Loki falls right through and slams onto the floor, a loud groan echoing around the room.
"If only you fell to your death this time." I mutter.
"I should have just let you die." he snaps.
"Well, would you look at that. We agree on something." I smirk teasingly.
He rushes to his feet, pushing me into a wall and pressing his arm against my throat. I struggle against his grip, gaining no freedom from his strong hold.
"Oh you've got to be shitting me." Tony groans, slumping back in his chair like the drama queen he is.
"Loki!" Thor calls.
"Take your time, honestly." I squeak, my voice hoarse and fragile.
I put my hands on his arms, attempting to push him back, noticing the tips of my fingers fading a familiar blue shade.
A cold sensation tingles from within me, seeping through my skin spreading like an infection.
A look of horror passes through Loki as he watches the icy blue pattern seep up my arms. I glance towards his own pressed against my neck, watching his pale skin fade away into the same wintry shade as my own.
Our eyes meet momentarily, his displaying only innocence and vulnerability.
He grabs me by the material of my clothes, pulling me out of the lounge and into the two-bed bedroom from earlier.
Once inside, I tug his hand away from me, silently sitting on one of the beds.
"You're a frost giant." he states, his voice breaking the tired silence between us.
"Well spotted." I mumble.
"How? How are you a frost giant?" he asks.
"Do I need to explain sex to you now?" I huff.
"How were you brought to Vanaheim?" he questions, ignoring my previous words.
"After the battle of Jotunheim vs Asgard, I was found in a temple with another bab-"
I suddenly pause in realisation.
Loki is Jotun. Loki is 'Odin's son'.
"How old are you?" I ask.
"1048." he answers.
"You're Laufey's son, aren't you? Odin took you from Jotunheim." I deduce.
"So you're the Slave's girl." he nods, "I suspected she'd been killed long ago."
"Likewise."
He sits down next to me on the bed, our bodies back to their original skin tone.
"Sorry for before." I mumble.
"Me too." he nods, looking at the floor.
I rest my head upon his shoulder carefully, my eyed fluttering to a close.
I feel him lean back on the bed, lying me sensibly beside him and tucking a blanket over my cold figure.
"Goodnight, (Y/n)." he whispers.
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The Revengers (Loki x Reader)
Fanfiction'Freedom is life's great lie, once you accept that, in your heart, you will know peace.' They led the same life. Both faced the same struggles, yet that was no coincidence. Bor, Father of Odin, always told the witches of the prophecy. The prophecy o...
