This is my first request, I hope you like it!
Youâve been captured by Thanos and Loki is beside himself. He doesnât know how to save you. Can he save you? ~ This is going to be set during infinity war, I hope thatâs okay. (Obviously where Loki doesnât die in like the first 2 seconds) Also, in this fic Asgard is still destroyed, but not completely.
Requested by @lordpottermarvel
Warnings: death, blood, mentions of torture
Any and all feedback welcome <3 seventh fic :)
Your head was pounding. You could hear it in your ears. You felt drained, and you were in pain. So much pain. No. You finally thought that it was the end. Why? Why wasnât it the end? You were ready, you couldnât take the pain anymore.
âWake up!â You heard a voice shout. That voice. You slowly opened your eyes. Thanos. Heâd been torturing you for days now. Days of relentless agony. He was Hell bent on finding Loki. He couldnât have him ârunning aroundâ as he put it. He thought he would ruin whatever he was planning, that he knew too much. And of course, he was right. Loki had escaped Thanos (but only barely) and in return, he took you. You would do anything for him, so when you were taken and asked for his whereabouts and how he got away, you wouldnât relent. And here you were, days later, beaten and bruised but remaining ever silent.
Loki couldnât sleep, he couldnât concentrate, he couldnât function. It had been three days now since you had been taken and he couldnât handle it. He had no idea where Thanos was, no idea how to get to him. All he wanted was to find you, to hold you in his arms and tell you that you were safe. But he couldnât. You were lost, and he couldnât find you.
âLoki, we briefly located Thanos but-,â Tony came in, face filled with worry.
âThen why arenât we moving?â Loki hissed, as he began to head for the door.
âLoki, sheâs not with him,â Tony couldnât look him in the eyes.
He stopped in his tracks. No. They were wrong. He was not accepting this.
âThen you have it wrong!â He shouted, unable to contain his emotions.
âIâm telling you sheâs not with him! Weâre working to find Thanos again but-â
Loki cut in for the second time. âWell you arenât working hard enough! What if itâs too late!? Where was he?â
âAsgard. Heâs gone now but.. but y/n, we have reason to believe that he left her there,â
Loki knew what he was trying to insinuate, but he didnât care what this mortal thought. He only cared about you. He would get to you, no matter how hard it was going to be. If Thanos killed him in the process, so be it. But Asgard? Why would he take you to Asgard? There was virtually nothing left to it.
You were lying on the ground. Isolated, alone and hurting. Thanos had left you to die, perhaps finally realising he had no use for you. He knew that you being dead was the worst punishment he could give Loki. No medicine nor magic could save you now. You were too far gone. Besides, all you really wanted was to see Loki one last time. If you died, here, tonight, you could handle it, if only to see him again. His soft blue eyes, glittering in the light. That beautiful smile, the smile he only shared with you. His warm embrace, his delicate touch. Just one more time. You were almost ready, but you held out hope for Loki to find you at the last moment.
Loki fought his way through the tower, filled with traitors who didnât want him getting to you. They believed he was on a âsuicide missionâ, but what of it?. He ignored them, all he needed was you. Just you.
You could feel yourself slowly sinking into the world of the unknown. You were trying your best to hold on but with each passing second it was becoming more and more difficult. Thatâs when you heard it. A sort of whooshing sound, you couldnât describe it. Now you were praying for death to come. What if Thanos had changed his mind?
âY/n!â you heard someone call your name. It was muffled but you could recognise that voice anywhere. You wanted to shout and scream, anything to let him know where you were. But you couldnât. You couldnât move, you could barely speak above a whisper.
âLoki,â you choked out, tears rolling down your face, âLoki please!â You sobbed, desperate for him to find you. You were shaking. âPlease,â you whispered.
Loki couldnât find you anywhere. He hadnât been back to Asgard since he blew it up. But he didnât care about that now. It was dark, he could barely see anything. He was running in all directions frantically when he heard it, a small cry. He followed the echo and was led to heartbreak. There you were, resting in a pool of your own blood. He ran to you. Your lips and nose were bloody, your clothes ripped and there were various wounds all over your body. One of your eyes was purple, no doubt from a beating. It was all too much. Then, then he saw it. The large and bloody gash in your abdomen. No.
âY/n my love,â he says, kneeling at your side and taking you in his arms. âItâs okay, youâre safe now. Iâm going to save you,â
âN-no, itâs okay,â you whisper.
âNo, itâs not. Youâre going to be fine, you-â
âLoki, I love you. But itâs okay, I would rather die than betray you. That is what I chose. Itâs okay,â
âBut Iâm here now y/n, itâs going to-â
âShhh, Loki,â you look into his eyes and smile, one single tear escaping and trailing down the side of your face. âThereâs no saving me, Iâm ready. We will see each other again, I am sure of it. I love you,â
Tears begin to fall from his pained eyes. He cradles you, kissing your forehead, whispering âI love youâ repeatedly. Youâre smiling up at him, admiring his face. He was your one true love. How lucky you were, to have been with him, to have held and kissed him. Your own love. With the feeling and thought of Loki present with you now, you closed your eyes and accepted freedom.
Loki watched the life drain from your once beautiful, striking eyes. He watched as you shut them slowly, smile slowly fading as you took your last breath. He cried out, unable to take the suffering. You were gone, forever. He brought you closer to him and rocked you back and forth, his cheek against your forehead. Never again would he hear your sweet laugh, never again would he feel your skin against his, never again would he see you smile at him. Never again. He lifted his head and looked at you. Pain flooded into him as he cried for his love. Half of himself had died along with you.
âPity really, she was a damn good fighter,â
Loki froze. Not a chance. He closed his eyes, praying to the Gods this was all a dream, a form of torture, anything. His fists clenched. It wasnât pain he was feeling now, it was rage. Unstoppable, fiery rage.
âI was trying to be symbolic by bringing her here. In the end Iâve found itâs more twisted than anythingâ he smiled âtwistedly symbolic, hehâ he laughed.
Loki looked up from your lifeless, cold body. Thanos.
âHello Loki, are you ready?â He snarled. âTo follow in your loverâs footsteps?!â
As he finished, he charged for Loki and landed one large punch to his stomach sending him flying backwards. He stood up, his will unwavering, and took out one of his blades.
âYou think that will stop me?â He laughed sinisterly.
âNo,â Loki said smiling as he turned around âI think this can stop you,â he said smiling as he turned his head. Thanos followed his gaze.
Behind Loki stood the avengers, ready and prepared for whatever Thanos could bring. They were ready, and so was Loki.
Thanos looked less than pleased but that didnât break his spirit. He charged for the lot of them and they charged for him. It seemed to be going in their favour, Thanos was visibly struggling. There was hope.
Then he screamed. So loudly it hurt. And then they came. His own little band of warriors, ready to lay down their lives for him at his command. It was certainly a challenge now. Thor and Tony were handling Thanos for now and so the rest of them headed for the small army headed their way. Amongst the clashing of blades and bone, Loki heard an all too familiar scream.
âNo!â Thor cried out from the ground. Loki whipped around. His brother had been stabbed, but he could see the damage was reversible. Thanos lifted his arm high, ready to take another swipe at him. But he missed.
Loki fell to the floor, a blade sticking out from his chest. Heâd saved him. He couldnât save y/n and that was torture enough, but he was given a second chance. And that was Thor. He barely heard Thorâs cries, he couldnât hardly see or hear anything. Blood was pooling around him, staining his emerald green clothes.
âBrother! No!â Thor ran to Lokiâs side.
âItâs alright. You, you were my second chance. And now⊠I - I get to see her..â his vision dimmed, darkness was taking him away from the land of the living. He wasnât afraid. He was ready.
âLoki,â a soft voice whispered. He opened his eyes. The light hurt. He couldnât see anything. But slowly, his eyes came into focus. It was you. You were smiling down at him, your hair flowing down freely. Your wounds were gone, blood washed away. You were so beautiful.
You put your hand to his face, smile widening. âHello my love,â
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