Loki Laufeyson x reader (Based after The Dark World and then after Ragnarok)
Warnings: time jump, mild swearing towards the end, death(s), reader gets shit done, angst of course (hello, have you met me?), graphic violence, Lokiâs a little shit
All credit goes to Marvel.
 âYou must be truly desperate to come to me for help,â Loki said with a laugh. His brother stood outside his cell, his patience thinning with Loki but knowing that Loki was the only one mad enough to help him with his plan to save Jane. âWhat makes you think you can trust me?â
  âI donât,â Thor snapped back. âBut you should know that when we fought each other in the past, I did so with a glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you.â He finished, staring Loki down. Loki hummed, smirking.
  âIâll help you on one condition.â He said.
  âI donât believe youâre in any position to make demands, brother.â
  âJust one,â Loki offered. âYou bring Y/N here. This is the only place in the palace where I know she will be safe. The one place in Asgard, really.â
  âAre you asking me to shove the Queen of Asgard into a cell? Sheâll have both our heads by the time she catches on to where Iâm bringing her.â
  âWe canât afford to lose two queens in only twenty-four hours. I need to keep her safe and I canât do that from inside this room.â Loki hissed. Thor knew arguing with Loki was futile, and that one way or another you would end up being contained in this cell. And Loki knew that heâd be on the end of some verbal lashing after this, but to him, knowing you were safe would be worth whatever you threw at him when he came back.
  âFine, but this is your idea.â Loki hummed, watching as his brother went off to find you.
  Thor found you in your chambers, packing all of your belongings into boxes in preparation to be moved into a larger bedroom, one of the newfound perks of being Queen of Asgard, although it felt wrong to hold the title. No one could ever replace Frigga as queen, but with no one on the throne, you were next in line for it. You caught Thorâs reflection in the window, and smiled. âMoving day, Thor.â You said softly, stacking books into one of the boxes.
  âYouâve just been crowned Queen, and youâre still doing a maidâs work.â Thor observed, an amused smirk on his features. You rolled your eyes, but laughed nonetheless.
  âI havenât been formally crowned yet, and this makes for a good distraction.â Thor pushed himself off the door frame and sat on the edge of your bed, picking up one of the books you had just packed and flicking through the pages, much to your vexation.
  âGood distraction? From Loki?â You hummed in response, plucking the book back from his hands and putting it back in the box. Moving over to vanity, you grabbed your framed pictures, placing them next to Thor on the bed and beginning to wrap them in paper to protect them. âWhen was the last time you visited him?â
  âWhen I found out about Frigga. I would have visited him after her funeral, but Frigga was one of the few people left who believed in Loki. He needed time to cope,â you paused, turning to Thor who kicked his feet together, a nervous habit he had picked up from when you were children. âThorâŠâ You trailed off, beginning to back away from him, but it was too late, his hand shot out to grip your wrist, an instant vice around the bone.
  âIâm sorry, Lady Y/N, Loki doesnât believe youâre safe.â
  âLoki knows I can protect myself.â You argued as Thor began dragging you from your chambers and down the long, dimly lit hallway. He shook his head.
  âThese dark elves- theyâre powerful. Malekith is far more dangerous than we initially believed, even without Kurse following him. Killing him will be a challenge that we canât risk you getting caught in.â You stopped, the sudden action halting Thor as well, who had just realized he had given too much away, judging by the way you were suddenly seething.
  âYouâre going after him? Are you mad? So youâre just going to throw me in the cell with Loki and leave?â Sighing and picking you up, throwing you carelessly over his shoulder, he continued walking, thinking about how Loki was supposed to be the one getting yelled at. He nearly cried of relief when he turned the corner to the sanctuary, and saw Loki waiting patiently at the window of his cell, looking all too pleased with himself once he heard you yelling at Thor. Putting in a long and complex code into the wall beside the cell, the window went down and Thor placed you inside the cell as Loki stepped out. The window went back up, and you gasped. Turning your anger on Loki, you narrowed your eyes at him, yet he continued looking at you with a smile. âAnd youâre going with him? Are you crazy? And youâre gonna leave me in this cell until you come back in who knows how long?â
  âI just wish to keep you safe, my Queen.â Loki purred at you, still smiling. You growled, slamming your fists against the window despite the burn from the heat of it.
  âYouâre going to get yourself killed and then where will I be?â
  âOn the throne,â he said simply. âRight where you should be.â
  âAnd with you ruling next to me. How itâs supposed to be.â Loki looked at you as tears began to swim in your eyes, and he sighed, punching in the code again and stepping inside the cell with you. His hands cupped your cheeks and you lifted your hands to his chest, feeling his heartbeat as his lips pressed to yours, slowly, but with an urgency and passion. He pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, and wiping away the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes with his thumbs. Thor coughed in the doorway, signalling that it was time to go. Loki looked back at you, placing a kiss to the top of your head and running his hands through your hair.
  âIâll be back.â He promised, stepping away from you and out of the cell. You tried to chase after him but the window went back up. You slammed your fists against the wall, calling after him, begging him not to leave, but it was fruitless. Sliding down the wall, you let the tears stream down your face, knowing there was nothing you could do from here. You couldnât cast any illusions to trick Loki into coming back. These cells were built for people like you, for people like Loki, for people like Frigga. You could cast illusions in the cell, you could cast illusions into the cell, but you couldnât cast out. That was where it would stop your powers.
  Loki looked back at you once more, and when your eyes met, it was as if both of your energies, once connected, had snapped apart and laid broken and torn on the ground. You gasped through a sob, and he gave you a brave smile, his signature mischievous smirk that normally made you weak in the knees, but now for a whole other reason.
  You didnât know how long you were in the cell, unknowingly mimicking Lokiâs bored habits as you flicked the ball up to the air and caught it, repeating as a stupid way to pass time. You had long ago heard the ship take off and leave Asgard, and yet you had no clue when Loki and Thor would be coming back- if they were coming back. You heard footsteps and you shot out of the bed, hoping it would be Loki, but you deflated when you saw it was Sif. She wordlessly punched in the code to your cell, and the window fell, allowing you to step out.
  The glass window shut behind you as you stepped out, and you looked at Sif, confused. âIâm against Lokiâs wishes to keep you locked up. Volstagg and I have done a thorough sweep of the palace, you are safe to come out. We also took the liberty of moving the rest of your belongings into your new chambers.â
  âThank you, Sif. Is there any word on Thor and Loki?â You asked.
  âHeimdall is keeping an eye on them. Theyâve just passed through a portal, Malekith is arriving shortly. I will be the first to tell you if something happens to them. You should get some rest, Queen.â You nodded, thanking her once more before walking away.
  Climbing the stairs to the top floor of the palace, you thought about what your life with Loki was supposed to be like. You shouldâve been the King and Queen long before now, but there was always something in the way.
  Stepping into the room, you gasped at the expanse of it. It was huge, of course, with golden curtains and corner of the room turned into a small library with your collection of books, an armoire and a large vanity. A giant body length mirror was propped against one of the walls and at the back of the room, draped in blankets that matched the curtains, a California-king bed with a canopy. And placed delicately on the bed, a golden tiara with Emerald details and intricately carved cut outs. Next to it was Lokiâs crown, one that matched yours in details. Smiling, you picked up the crown and stood in front of the mirror, placing it on the top of your head.
  You smiled at your reflection in the mirror. Between the tiara and your black gown, you looked like a Queen. You looked like Lokiâs Queen. Continuing to stare at your reflection in the mirror, you soon realized you werenât the only person in it. Turning around, you took in Thorâs figure. He was bruised, bloody, his cheeks and eyes were red, and he had a large gash across his left arm. He looked at you, and the eye contact said it all. âLokiâs not coming home, is he?â You asked softly, although you already knew the answer. He didnât answer, just stumbled into the en suite bathroom, pushing himself against the side of the tub. Taking his silence as his answer, you exhaled heavily, tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. You grabbed a hand towel, running it under hot water and pressing the cloth against the cut on his arm.
  âI couldnât save him. Kurse impaled him, his wounds were fatal. Malekith got away.â You sighed, and he replaced your hand with his as he held the towel to his arm. You got up, making your way back to your bedroom and standing in front of your mirror before reaching behind you and pulling your sword from the back of your dress. Staring at it and dusting off a fleck of fabric, you knew what you had to do.
  âTake me to Odin. My first act as Queen will be to kill Malekith myself.â
  Odin watched as you walked to stand before him, Thor trailing behind you. While your features told Odin you were determined, Thorâs features said resignation. He knew he had to let you do this, and he could no longer protect you like Loki had made him promise to do with his last dying breath. âWhat brings you to me?â Odin asked, taking note of the crown on your head.
  âIâm going after Malekith. Iâm going to kill him myself. If I die avenging my husband, so be it. But I will avenge him.â You said firmly.
  âA noble move for a Queen. Iâm assuming Thor will accompany you.â Thor looked at you, already knowing your answer.
  âNo. This is something I need to do myself. Iâm leaving at sunset.â Odin shifted in his seat, his expression neutral, but him saying no wouldnât stop you from leaving. You needed to do this, not only for Loki, but for Asgard. After all, you had trained in fighting alongside the Warriors Three and Sif. Youâve even fought Loki, when you were both younger. He was older than you by nearly 150 years, but you had still managed to take him down easier than heâd ever admit. With Odin saying nothing, you nodded, turning on your heel and heading back to your chambers. Thor gave Odin one final look, before following you.
  âLoki would have my head if he knew I was letting you do this alone.â He grumbled.
  âWell then itâs a good thing Lokiâs not here,â You retorted bitterly. âI canât let Malekith walk away from this. I wonât let Malekith walk away from this,â you turned around, stopping in place as you faced Thor, who stopped with you. âI want his death. I want it to be slow and painful and I want it to seem like the pain will never end just like how my heart has broken over Lokiâs death. I want him to feel my pain.â
  âKilling Malekith wonât bring Loki back, and you very well may get killed going out there by yourself.â Thor reasoned.
  âAnd neither will letting him live. Iâve already told Odin that if I die avenging Lokiâs death, then itâs on me. Not you or Odin or Asgard. Itâs a chance Iâm willing to take.â With that, you turned around, continuing your walk without Thor following you this time.
  You stood in the window of your bedroom, watching as the sun began to set, an orange haze falling over Asgard, illuminating the gold buildings and letting a feeling of peace fall over citizens and yourself alike. You had your double-bladed sword in the back of your dress, in its sheath, and a smaller one strapped against your hip and thigh, also sheathed. With one last look at the horizon, you left your room.
  The walk to the bifrost was peaceful, but the excitement of revenge sent bursts of adrenaline through your body. Citizens watched from the windows of their homes as word had spread quickly that the Queen was leaving on a mission to kill her husbandâs murderer. Some chanted words of encouragement, some looked on in sadness and despair, not ready to lose another queen; another Asgardian. The doors of Heimdallâs observatory opened, with him waiting for you. You stepped into the observatory, making your way to the side of it. âTake me to Malekith.â You said simply. Heimdall pushed his lever.
  âAs you wish. Good luck.â The tunnel shot down from the sky, surrounding you fully until you could hardly make out Heimdall anymore, or anything for that matter, and within seconds you were flying through the cosmos, bypassing solar systems, realms, and planets all at once at high speed. If you could go slower, youâd take your time and look on, but you were easily going at five thousand miles an hour, so when you touched down on Svartalfheim, it had been seconds since you were in Asgard.
  Svartalfheim was cold and dark. The dirt underneath your feet seemed to be a permanent shade of a deep olive green and the sky was a dark gray. Ahead of you, Malekith stood from his throne, grabbing his own sword from the sheath on his thigh. He began slowly walking towards you. âQueen of Asgard, Y/N Laufeyson,â he began circling around you. âAre you here to avenge your mother-in-lawâs death, or your dear husbandâs?â
  âWhose death I came here for will not matter when you, yourself, are on your knees, gasping for your last breath.â You growled. He stopped in front of you.
  âHas it not been proven that you wonât win a battle against me? Do I need to kill Odin himself for you to see it? Or how about Thor, the God of Thunder, your own brother-in-law; the one who had to deliver you the news that Loki had been killed at my hand?â
  âIf I remember correctly, it was Kurse that killed Frigga and Loki. You, are a coward, hiding behind him and an army,â pulling your sword from your back, and shaking it once until both ends pushed out to be swords, you pressed the blade against his throat. âWhere are they now?â You swung it back before thrusting it forward against at his heart, but it was blocked by his sword which he then thrust at you. You hissed loudly as it nicked your hip, but all it did was fuel your anger as you jumped into the air, aiming the blade towards the center of throat. He thrusted a hand upwards, throwing you against the wall. Concrete fell around you as the impact of your body cracked the wall, but you got up, swinging at him again, throwing a kick at his chest and knocking him off balance enough for you to cut his leg, easily slicing half the way through it before you removed it. âI promise to make this as painful as possible. I want to watch you suffer the way I have.â With Malekith on the ground, grunting at the pain, you took another swipe at him, this time cutting through his side, ripping one of his ribs from him.
  Stumbling, he got up, this time with his eyes much darker. But you knew yours were more hate-filled and that already you had made the fight a challenge for him. Dark elves healed fast, but not fast enough for his injuries to heal before you would kill him. He shouted out, charging forward and stabbing his knife right through your side. A scream tore its way from your throat, but the wound wasnât enough to keep you down as you quickly got up, impaling him once more through his stomach. You stood up as he fell to the ground, blood pooling quicker around his wounds. Smiling wickedly, you pointed your sword one more time at his throat. âSay his name,â You ordered. He slowly turned his head to look at you, but stayed silent. You screamed out. âSay it! Say his name! Beg him not to kill you.â When he still didnât say anything, you screamed out again, plunging your sword directly into his heart. His head fell back to the floor, and you ripped your sword from his heart, only to cut his head clean off to be sure that he was really dead. You werenât taking any chances.
  You fell back on the ground, breathing heavily as a sense of pride washed over you. Before you could relish in it, the bifrost tunnel fell back over you, sucking you into space, and bringing you back home.
  It had been three months since you killed Malekith, and you officially settled into the role of Queen of Asgard. Odin had stepped down from the throne, citing that it didnât feel right when Loki should have been ruling next to you. Thor had been offered it, but he refused as he had done before. So you were the lone ruler of Asgard. The citizens loved you, and while you still knew you would never replace Frigga as queen, you could only do what was possible to compare to her, and make her and Loki proud if they were watching over you.
  The moon outside your window was big and bright, lighting up your room as well as the lamp beside your bedside. You sat in front of your vanity, carefully removing your necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, placing them all in their designated drawer. You moved to your body length mirror, untying the bottom of your corset, beginning to loosen it enough for you to remove it. You looked up into the mirror when you saw a flash of dark green out of the corner of your eye, and your heart stopped at the reflection.
  Loki stood in your doorway, wearing a dark greenish blue suit with gold detail and his cape was dark green with yellow on the inside of it. He was still wearing his black pants and black boots. He smiled as he approached you and you quickly turned to face him, your eyes widening in disbelief. He held his hands out and you hesitantly lifted your hands over his, scared that the second yours touched, heâd be simply an illusion and this would all be a trick. He didnât say anything, only nodded his head towards his hands, and you slowly put your hands into his, a small cry escaped you when your hands touched, and he didnât disappear. You were touching him. He was warm and he was there and he was still smirking like a bastard. You fell into him and he wrapped his arms tight around you, holding you to him as you cried. âI thought you were dead.â You sobbed into him.
  âI did promise you Iâd be back, didnât I?â He asked amusedly.
  âYouâre such an asshole.â
  âI love you too.â
