Summary: Loki, Thor, Sif, and the Warriors Three are on another hunting expedition, where they find themselves hunting down a wolf-like beast terrorizing a local village. Left behind once again, Loki’s wounds are tended to by a mysterious figure.
Requested by Anon: Can you write a fic where an injured Loki is tended to by an also injured reader? The reader is bleeding a bit worse than Loki though, and refuses to rest bc they know who he is an don’t trust him to not slit their throat while they sleep lol. Bonus if they’ve got the power to shift into a giant wolf?
Key: (Y/N) - your name
Warnings: minor injuries, magic curses, mentions of death, mentions of mind control, mentions of committing a lot of murder
Word Count: 1,139
Note: funny enough i already had a concept for a shifter!reader when i got this request lol. This is kind of shitty but oh well!
“There it is!”
“Over there!”
“Quick, after it!”
Loki, Prince of Asgard, chased after his older brother and his four comrades. Through the trees they weaved, following a shadow through the forest. The shadow was far faster than they were, but Loki’s magic saw to it that a faint green trail of massive footprints was there to lead the way.
This-- this was the very reason Loki didn’t enjoy hunting expeditions.
They were savage ordeals; pursuing a beast to hunt down, skin, and bring home wasn’t exactly his idea of a good day. However, Thor would never take no for an answer.
So, Loki went along with it this time, though he didn’t refrain from complaining about it.
This hunt was a little different. They had been summoned by a small village on a planet he didn’t care to remember the name of. The people there were being terrorized by a vile, wolf-like beast, which they could not catch, no matter how many men they had. They hoped, rather foolishly, that a pair of godly brothers and their friends would have better luck.
It had been 3 days. This was the first time they were even seeing the beast.
The creature was a mess of dark grey fur, streaking through the forest faster than any human could move. Unfortunately for it, gods were stubborn.
With a wave of his hand, Loki found himself running just as quickly as the creature.
He matched its pace, coming up behind it as it attempted to speed up.
“Loki! Be careful!”
Loki ignored his brother’s exclamation, not realising that he was speaking of something other than the creature.
The trickster god tumbled into a camouflaged ditch, one that sank into the very depths of the earth. It broke open into a deep cavern with a thundering stream.
Loki barely got a look at his surroundings before the world started to fade away. He could only watch helplessly as the shadows of his brother and his friends passed over the cavern, leaving him behind-- again.
Loki awoke to find that he wasn’t alone.
He tried to jump up, to defend himself, but even sitting up made a pained gasp leave his throat. All he could manage was to back up against the cold wall of the cavern he’d quite literally tripped into.
On the other side of the cavern was not what he expected.
It was...a person.
A person with an arrow sticking out of their thigh.
You winced as you pulled the offending object out, though you bit your lip to keep from making any obvious noise. As soon as it was gone, you took to dressing the wound, sparing a sharp glance at the man across the cavern.
Loki eyed you with a frown, gaze drifting from your face to the arrow.
He gaped a little when he recognised it. That was one of Sif’s-- he’d bet his life on it. But as to why one of Sif’s arrows was in a human’s leg…
“Your friends have good aim,” you hissed at him.
He blinked a few times. “They’re not my friends.” Then, he frowned. “But I’ve never known Sif to fire on an innocent.”
“Far from innocent,” you snorted, settling back onto the wall.
For a long moment, he simply stared. You waited for him to put two and two together. It wasn’t as if there were many things his friends-- or his not friends, you supposed-- were hunting in these woods. And apparently Sif didn’t miss.
“You’re the beast,” he finally said.
You rolled your eyes. “Took you long enough. You should rest, your highness. You hit your head rather hard.”
“You…” he tilted his head. “You’ve been cursed?”
“I don’t know. I’ve always been like this,” you said with a shrug.
Loki shook his head. “You know who I am. How?”
“Everyone knows the Asgardians around here. They practically still worship you lot,” was your answer. You grimaced. “Except me. I know about Midgard. What happened there.”
He flinched visibly, which made you raise an eyebrow. “Don’t remind me.”
“Not fond of getting your ass kicked?” you asked.
“It wasn’t my choice,” he spat.
It was your turn to frown. “Wasn’t your choice? How many people died on that planet because of what you did?”
“You don’t know what happened,” he growled. “You don’t know half of it.”
You paused, thinking. “Someone forced you to do it then? Had you at sword-point? Took control of you?”
He crossed his arms and sunk deeper into himself. “Twisted my mind. Forced me to do the unspeakable. Not unlike you’ve done to the people of this world.”
“Touché,” you muttered.
“You don’t have any control over it, do you?” he asked.
You snarled at that. “What do you care? You came here to kill me.”
“I was forced to come here to hunt-- it’s my brother’s favourite hobby,” Loki drawled, irritated. “And I know what it looks like.”
You shook off his comments. “You need sleep.”
“So do you and I don’t see you settling in for the night.”
“I’m not fond of getting my throat slit while I sleep,” you shot back with a fierce glare. “No offense, but I don’t exactly trust you.”
He snorted. “Then we can agree on something.”
For the better part of an hour, the cavern was washed in silence again. He would spare a few wary glances, but you hardly looked at him. You only looked toward the entrance, cautious as ever. The hunters would come back around soon, if they were smart, and they’d likely be looking for Loki, too. Maybe. He didn’t seem too sure about that fact, if his attitude about his brother and company was anything to go by.
“I could help you.”
You nearly jumped at the sound, instead focusing your shock into turning to look at him incredulously. “What?”
“Magic is where my strength lies,” he clarified half-heartedly. “I could find a way to break the curse, you could get me out of here, and then we’re even.”
You squinted at him. “I already helped you. You don’t have to stay. You could leave whenever you want. Why would you help me?”
Loki simply shrugged, as if he didn’t have an answer. But the both of you knew perfectly well what his answer was. He knew what it was like. He knew what it was like and he hated to watch someone else lose control of their life. He hated having to watch them commit the atrocities that were all too familiar to him.
“Okay,” you said eventually, in a whisper. “If you can do it-- I’ll take it.”
Despite himself, Loki smiled. “What’s your name?”
“(Y/N),” you told him. “But if you start using it, I reserve the right to use yours.”
Can you write a fic where an injured Loki is tended to by an also injured reader? The reader is bleeding a bit worse than Loki though, and refuses to rest bc they know who he is an don’t trust him to not slit their throat while they sleep lol. Bonus if they’ve got the power to shift into a giant wolf?
finished!!! i hope it’s okay ^-^
To Lose Control
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I hope you're having a nice day :) I just saw your post about what Sev would do if he's mad at his child, and I cannot agree more that he wouldn't hurt someone physically on purpose. However, he does have a temper. When he's mad he's MAD. With this in mind, I find that he would yell at his child and frankly would let some hurtful shit slip. How would he react the minute he realizes he's gone too far and has truly emotionally hurt his child? If he saw his child crying hysterically, scared of him?
He would likely say thoughtless things and be mean, but I think that a lot of what he says would end up being things that he eventually would apologize for later. He’d feel really terrible once he had calmed down, and likely beat himself up about it.
Plus, I think that his spouse would step in and smooth it over.
