✨The sun and the stars ✨
Part 4 — Part 3 | Part 2 | Master List
Universe: Marvel - Thor Ragnarok
Word Count: 1.4kish
Ship: Loki/Asgardian!reader - no use of y/n, gender neutral reader
Warnings: angst, hurt comfort, rekindling love, smut (eventually), Loki being Loki, reader is traumatized a bit from NYC and the Dark elves.
A/N: I genuinely enjoy writing their bickering- it’s been a lot of fun! Hope you guys enjoy this part!
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Quiet. It was awfully quiet when they began to wake. Were they really waking? Or was it simply death giving them one last look at their life before it truly was over? People often said that one would see a snapshot of their life before it ended. Perhaps, that was what was happening. But it was quiet… An endless quiet that felt as though even the slightest of sounds would cause it to shatter. If that was truly what death was, wouldn’t they be looking back upon their life? Although, they weren’t sure they really wanted to look back. Aside from their early life on Asgard, much of their adult life had been filled with fights, heartbreak and loss. They didn’t want to have to relive that..their mind already did that to them on a daily basis.
Their first clue to it not being death calling upon them was that everything hurt.. If they were dead, nothing would hurt. It shouldn’t… The second? They were lying on top of something. That something wasn’t particularly comfortable either. They could feel a rather sharp something digging into their collarbone- it was almost enough to make them move.
Wearily, they opened their eyes but immediately regretted the decision as sunlight assaulted their vision. They buried their face back against whatever they were laying on in an attempt to block some of it. The attempt was feeble at best. It was so damned bright- maybe they really were dead…
The thing they were atop of groaned, and suddenly everything came rushing back to them. Odin’s death, Hela returning, the fight within the bifrost and Loki… He had jumped after them with no hesitation to save them- or at least attempted to.
They pushed themselves up onto their hands, eyes widening as they stared down at the man below them. His hair was strewn about messily, a few wounds littered his skin and his face screwed into a painful grimace. They quickly rolled off of him only to plop hard onto their ass beside him. Immediately they regretted the sudden movement. The world seemed to spin and black spots dotted their vision for a second, the threat of everything going dark imminent. They were quickly reminded that their head had been the thing to shatter the bifrost stream.
“Sunlight-“ Their nickname was the first thing that came from him coupled with the feeling of his hand on their leg. It had been a long time since he had called them that, the last being just before they put him into his cell on Asgard. It wasn’t nearly as soft as it was now, the sneer he wore still clear as day in their mind. In one way, it was a relief to hear him say it, he was alive and they weren’t alone… but they could also feel a sharp sadness in their chest. “Are you hurt?” He asked while his green eyes met their own, filled with nothing but concern.
“I don’t think so? Head hurts…she used it as a battery ram…” As they spoke, they brought their hand up to the back of their head to assess the damage. They winced when their fingers brushed the sensitive spot but thankfully there was no blood. He stared at them, a deep set frown on his face. “We survived?”
“Looks like it- feels like it…” He grunted as he tried to stretch his neck a bit. From the way it looked, he must have taken most of the brunt force of their landing. It made sense. After they had lost consciousness, he must’ve grabbed them and in turn, held them tightly when they landed. The man looked around, brows furrowing even more so than before. “I think we landed on some- planet..”
They glanced to their side only to see a rather large pile of trash. It all seemed like junk- broken pieces of ships, bottles, various debris.. It looked just like a junkyard but- much bigger. Midgard had them but they were nowhere near as large. When they looked down, realization hit that they both sat upon another pile of trash. In fact- it seemed to surround them as they looked around again. It didn’t make any sense.
“A trash planet? Oh great…” Sarcasm was heavy in their tone as they moved to stand. The junk beneath their feet shifted, giving way into a small little trash landslide. They stumbled a bit as they sunk into the mass below because of it. Loki followed suit quickly, his hands reaching out to steady them out of instinct. They swatted his hands away, perfectly capable of doing it on their own despite the world spinning ever so slightly still. Out of the corner of their eye they saw that same look he had worn before. But again? It was gone too soon to make anything of it. “We need to get off this planet.”
“We don’t even know where we are- how are we to figure out how to get off of it?”
“I don’t know- we walk or something.”
“Oh yes, walk, why didn’t I think of that.”
“Yes, walk- have you got a better plan?”
Silence.
“We can’t be the only ones here.” They muttered as they looked up to the sky. There were various vortexes, one rather big one that looked menacing, but all of them were spitting trash out of them quite constantly. Maybe going through one of them would be key, that was probably how they had gotten there in the first place.
With a huff, they climbed down the hill of junk. Or more precisely, slid down it. They let out a squeak when whatever they hit caused their foot to catch, launching them forward. Luckily they managed to catch themselves before they face planted into the next pile- and that one looked particularly wet. That was one way to get down… Loki didn’t follow right away, instead he had climbed a bit higher than they had been, a piece of an old ship that was flatted by the sheer force of gravity as his platform. His head swiveled, as if he was looking for something, anything that could have given them an idea of which way to go.
“There’s a city!” He exclaimed, pointing presumably in the direction of it. They almost wished they hadn’t climb down so quickly but they were forced to trust that he was correct. “Doesn’t look too far.” The man said as he quickly descended the pile, much more gracefully than they had done.
“The sun seems low, we should try to get there before nightfall if we can. Who knows what comes out at night.” He was right, as much as they didn’t want to admit it. The sun was close to the horizon, but neither knew how long they actually had.
There was no telling what would emerge from the piles when it was dark, what creatures lurked. Sure, they both had had their fair share of dealing with rather, grotesque things but there was an unease that coated the air. Moving and moving quickly was their best option.
“Well then why are we still standing here?” They huffed as they brushed past him, their shoulder hitting him in the arm. They just wanted to get it over with, it was probably going to be a long walk. When they didn’t hear footsteps following, they stopped, brows furrowing. Was he really going to be so petulant as to not follow? They threw a glare over their should only to be met with the god of mischief staring at them, slight amusement in his features.
“It’s the other way, sunlight.” He said, a smirk on his face. They felt frustration build in their chest, the need to smack that look right off his stupid face. He was very clearly enjoying how frazzled everything had made them and it infuriated them. Now they wished they had let Jane slap him a second time instead of stopping her…he deserved it.
With another huff, they stuck their nose in the air and pushed past him yet again, this time in the direction they needed to go. When they heard his footsteps follow, there was a small relief to it. At least they weren’t alone- even though it meant they were stuck with him, it was still better than trying to figure out a strange planet by themselves. And so? They trekked on in silence.
