Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

You could feel your lips tremble under Loki’s gaze. Johnathan... He killed, no... No, he was forced to murder Bucky... But... it didn’t mean he deserved a death sentence. Did it...? He was still a person, and he didn’t deserve the same fate as Bucky received...

“I... I...” You took a deep breath in and slowly released it. “I don’t know... It all happened so quickly, and The Teacher...” your hand lifted to gently massage your temple, a feeble attempt to soothe your nerves. “I can’t remember... He... he might be, I know he was there when Bucky helped me... but he wasn’t in the room when Bucky was talking with Thor...” you hesitantly locked your gaze with Loki’s. “If you’re not sure, don’t rush to any brash decision that you could later regret... but you should trust your own judgement...” Oh no... What did you just say?! Loki had suspected Johnathan was double-crossing him! His instincts were telling him that Johnathan was a traitor! If he followed his judgement at the current time then Johnathan would - - Loki’s cool hand ran through your (h/c) hair.

“Thank you, Dove...” he said with a small smile. Your eyes widened. What? His arm wrapped around your waist as he started leading you towards the exit. “Thus far you are the only one to give me an answer I would actually consider... even if it is uncertain and rather scattered in thought...” Your anxiety began to calm, and you felt your heartbeat slow down considerably. You hesitantly glanced back towards the stairs leading to the bedroom... You didn’t want to leave the penthouse suite... It made you feel strangely comfortable, unlike most of the places in the world... If Loki was in a good mood then maybe he’d think about indulging a request... You were cautious about asking... The only reason you weren’t doubled over in pain at this very moment was because of an opportunity he was kind enough to offer. Oh well...

“Wait...” you stopped and took hold of Loki’s wrist. “Could... Could we stay here, just for tonight?” he raised a brow,

“Do you find my room unsatisfactory?” He asked with a curious and dark tone,

“Th-that’s not it... I just like it up here...” you murmured the last part and lowered your head.

“Very well...” Your head snapped up. What? Did he just - - “What’s wrong? Am I not allowed to indulge the irrational and erratic whims of my Pet?” he asked with a small smirk before turning on his heels and leading you back upstairs. Sure... he was allowed... but that didn’t make you feel any more secure... In fact, it only served to make you more suspicious of his motives... Did he even have motives? Or was he just acting nice to mess with your mind?

Whichever it was, it didn’t really matter to you because after that night Loki actually started treating you like a human being - - No... He treated most humans horribly... He started treating you like... like... You didn’t even know how to describe how he treated you. It was better... That’s all you knew, and that’s all you needed to now. He had also promised to refurbish and repair the large penthouse suite; but until it was finished you had to settle for spending the mornings sitting in an area free of workers, and return to Loki’s room in the early afternoon. You had learnt your lesson about showing up on time for Loki after the scare of the first night, so every day you made sure to leave your secluded getaway with enough time to arrive well before Loki, and every day you would arrive on time... Until one day, exactly a week from the first day you had been allowed more freedom, your mind entered a daze and you pressed the wrong button on the elevator...

You hadn’t even realised you were on the wrong floor until the elevator door opened. Your brows furrowed. This hallway seemed familiar, but was definitely not the floor you had expected... Your mouth fell open slightly and you quickly darted forward, your eyes never leaving a door about 1/3 of the way down the hallway. This was... This was... You slipped into the room, somehow managing to go unnoticed by anyone, and looked upon the familiar site...

Dark, colourless and musty... that was how all the prison cells were... A few of the fluorescent lights were flickering off and on, but clung to life amongst the surrounding darkness.

“Thor...” you murmured softly while slowly moving further into the dark room.

“(Name)...?” The blond man asked as he shifted from underneath a ratty blanket. You quickly trotted up to the bars of his cell and Thor did the same, but just as your hands met on the bars and before you had a chance to say anything else, Thor was thrown towards the brick wall by an unseen entity. You reached forward through the bars, trying to catch him before he hit the wall, but the force pushing away from you was too strong. He hit the brick wall with a loud thud that made you cringe. You quickly retracted your hand and covered your mouth. That was when you noticed the small, warm, green light receding into your golden pendant. Oh God... Had you caused it...?

“Thor...” you called, but there was no answer. “Thor!” you called, louder than before. A low, dizzy groan was your only response... You let out a relieved sigh. At least he was alive...

Thor shifted out of the darkness and stumbled towards you. That was when you noticed the healing burn marks covering Thor’s face, chest and neck.

“Oh God... what happened...?” Thor winced slightly as he came to rest in front of you. “That didn’t happen just then did it? Loki gave me this protection pendant thing and...” you said in a hurried rush as you reached forward, but you pulled back just before your hand met with the still healing skin, afraid your touch would hurt him even more. Thor looked a little disappointed with your sudden change of mind. “I’m sorry...” Gently you trailed your fingertips over Thor’s burnt cheek.

“No, it... it wasn’t you...” he sighed and lowered his gaze. You paused. If it wasn’t your fault... then who hurt him...? An image crossed your eyes of The Teacher with a Taser pressed to the metal bars... Your heart fell and a lump form in your throat. It was your fault he was hurt... You may not have directly caused it... But the burns happened when he was trying to protect you from The Teacher... Thor placed his hand over your own and leaned into your touch, to your surprise he didn’t pull away or cry out in pain... “Do not be sad (Name)...” he reached forward and gently ran his calloused fingers over your jaw.

“Are you sure you’re okay...?” you asked with a trembling smile.

“Aye... It’s just taking a little longer than usual for my injuries to heal. Less than a week and they will be healed completely. There won’t even be obvious scars...” Your eyes widened when you noticed a small trail of crimson liquid run down the side of Thor’s neck,

“T-Thor, your head...”

“It’s fine...” he insisted.

“No it’s not. You’re bleeding.” Your other hand passed through the gaps in the bars, allowing you to turn Thor’s head to one side to get a better look at the gash in his head.

“It is only a scratch...” He gently pulled your hands away before lowering them to slip back between the bars. You raised a brow.

“Tis but a scratch, right...?” you asked with a small, sad smile, trying to hide the tears of guilt forming in your eyes. However your guilt was short lived because Thor’s confused look made you feel like a complete fool. You sighed softly. “Never mind, I’ll go find some bandages... Just stay here, okay?”

“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere...” Thor said with a grin. How could he be so chipper at a time like this? He was injured.... He wouldn’t be injured if it wasn’t for you... and he was trying to cheer you up?! You pushed your worry to the back of your mind and stealthily left the room in search of medical supplies.

***

You walked around for a good twenty minutes, ducking between rooms, doorways, and shadowed nooks in the wall before you finally found a small supply closet. But before you could grab anything, you had to wait for the three arguing Chitauri soldiers to leave the small room. One of them stepped further out of the closet, forcing you to move deeper into the doorway of an unknown room. You were trying to hide behind the open door of the supply closet, but the Chitauri constantly moved around, making it nearly impossible to - - Suddenly someone placed their hand over your mouth, hooked their arm around your waist, and pulled you deeper into the unfamiliar room. You tried to scream, but your voice failed you.

You attempted to pull free of the unknown assailant’s grip, but it wasn’t working... You tightly closed your eyes, expecting and waiting for the worst to happen.

“Shhh...” a strangely familiar voice hushed you. You opened your eyes, allowing the tears of fear to fall. Your (e/c) eyes moved to the person behind you. In the partially obstructed light from the hallway, you were just able to make out the outlines of Johnathan’s face along with his sandy blonde hair. You were surprised. He may have been tall, but he was also incredibly thin... how could he hold you back so easily? You mentally slapped yourself. Johnathan’s physicality didn’t matter at the moment. He was alive!

Slowly he released your mouth and waist.

“What are you doing down here?” he said, distress evident in his tone. It took a moment for your mind to realise what he was asking,

“Th-Thor is hurt... I was getting some bandages...” you explained. Johnathan sighed softly,

“If you get caught down here Loki will not forgive you.” Your eyes widened. His words had reminded you,

“Loki asked me about you.” Johnathan’s brows furrowed. “He thinks you’ve aligned with The Avengers... You need to do something to gain his trust...” The young man took a moment to think it over.

“Thank you...” his eyes moved back to the door. “Stay in here until they leave. Get what you need, and get out. You can’t let anyone see you...” You nodded.

“Of course...” Johnathan turned to leave, but before he had the chance to take a second step, you grabbed his hand. “Wait... does Thor know...?”

“Know what?”

“Know about Bucky?” Johnathan hesitated to answer, the pain and trauma of that night was clearly still fresh in his mind. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up-,”

“Yes... He does know... I was able to slip a note amongst his food... I tried to go see him a day or two ago, but I was pulled away before I had the chance... After what you told me, I don’t think seeing Thor is an option anymore...”

“Will you be alright?” you asked, tightening your hold on his hand. Johnathan pulled away from you,

“You should worry about yourself. If Loki catches you with me, or Heaven forbid Thor, he will take you to a place so dark that your soul will never recover...” As Johnathan spoke, you noticed the light fading from his eyes, and immediately you knew what he was referring to... “Get what you need, and get out of sight...” With that he left you alone in the room.

You clasped your hands together tightly and let the nauseating feeling in your stomach pass, along with the mental images of Bucky’s bloodied corpse... Silently you crept up to the door and looked out. Thankfully the Chitauri had moved on... You quickly entered the closet, grabbed small bottles of various disinfectants and wound cleaners, gauze, and bandages before returning to Thor. You had a moment of panic when you thought a maid saw you, but even if she had seen you she didn’t say anything or call out, so you were safe... for the moment at least...

Once you were inside the small, cell filled room again, you quickly set to work, trying your best to bandage Thor’s wounds.

“This is probably going to hurt...” you said just before you pressed a damp cloth to his head. He winced as a low groan formed in his throat. “Oh come on... it doesn’t hurt that much...” you said with a small smirk. You reached down and grabbed his wrist, moving his hand to the cloth. “Hold this please...” He pressed his hand into the fabric, allowing you to have both hands to sort through and open the various bottles. “Um...” You lifted the small bottles and briefly read their names. Nervously you bit your lower lip. You had no idea what any of them were...

“The one in your left hand...” Thor hinted to you. You glanced over to the blond man and raised the clear bottle. He nodded. You placed the other bottles down and unscrewed the lid before pouring some of the liquid onto the wound. You pulled Thor’s hand away from the small slash and placed gauze over it before, rather unceremoniously, wrapping a bandage around his head.

“There... all better... ish...” you said while cleaning up. “I’ll leave the bandages and other stuff with you in case you need to change them over...”

“Thank you (Name).” he replied with a toothy grin. You laughed,

“Well it’s better to have something covering it, than leaving it open for infection... Be glad there were a lot of medical shows on television at one stage... Though I don’t actually think I actually learned anything from them...” you explained while passing the few supplies that remained through the bars.

“No, not that... Well... yes that, but I was thanking you for coming to see me... It gets lonely... and it’s nice to have some company...” He said with a warm smile.

“If I can get away, I’ll be back to see you tomorrow, okay?” Thor nodded. You shifted to stand up, but something stopped you before you could completely straighten. No, scratch that, Thor stopped you before you could completely straighten. “Is there something wrong?” You quickly knelt once more, “Does your head still hurt?” Thor chuckled nervously,

“No...” You had expected him to release your hand... but he didn’t... Instead he softly pressed his lips to your knuckles and locked his eyes with yours before releasing your hand. A warm blush, that you hoped would go unnoticed, coated your cheeks. “Thank you, Miss (Name)...” You clasped the hand Thor had just kissed in the other and tried to calm your fast breathing, needless to say it wasn’t working...

“I-I’ll see you tomorrow...” You stuttered quietly before leaving the room without another word. You weren’t sure if you were shocked, surprised or flattered... no matter what you were feeling, it didn’t matter. If you stayed in the room, under Thor’s kind yet intense gaze, you would more than likely pass out... You paused for a moment at the door, waiting for the few people to pass by, before you quickly snuck back down the hallway and headed towards the elevator.

Silently you cursed yourself for being late. Usually when you returned to Loki the sun was only just setting, but today the sun had already disappeared behind the horizon. You slipped into the elevator and pressed the button over and over again until the doors finally closed. Only one floor separated you from your safety, but the trip felt like an eternity. You shifted with anxious energy side to side, trying to rid yourself of the nerves, but, like usual, it wasn’t working. Come on... Come on! Suddenly the lights flickered and the elevator came to a jerky stop.

“What the hell?” You braced your hands on the walls, needing some sort of guidance through the dark, and stumbled forward to the control panel. No matter how many times you pressed the buttons the elevator refused to move. “Damn it, damn it, damn it!” with each repeat of the words, you slammed your hand harder and harder into the small wall of buttons... but it didn’t do anything to change your situation...

As the dark, silent moments passed you could slowly feel the strength in your muscles disappear, forcing you to shift more weight onto the wall before you finally slid down to sit on the floor. You were already late... and this would only make Loki angrier... You had to get out... You had to get out!

Even though you couldn’t see the walls, it felt like they were slowly moving in to crush you... You had never felt this claustrophobic before, but sitting alone in the small, dark and stuffy elevator was a completely different experience. During your entire life you had felt alone, and being forcibly brought to The Tower had only helped to intensify that feeling, but this... this was overwhelming... It made your chest tighten and stomach flip. You needed more air, but your lungs refused your need... What was worse was that your mind began to run around in circles, taunting you with different ideas of why the elevator was frozen. Had Loki seen you with Thor...? Did he know you warned Johnathan...? Was this some sick form of mental torture for being late? Your knees curled to your chest and you tightly wrapped your arms around and buried your face in them. What if The Avengers fought their way into the building...? They wouldn’t know you were in the elevator... No one would know you were in the elevator... You would be left alone to die of starvation if that - - A small ding reached your ears and you heard the doors open.

You looked up from your knees. The lights had turned back on, and the doors had indeed opened... You were frozen and in a state of shock. Nothing had happened... Well, nothing like you had imagined anyway... It was just a small power outage, like before... You took a deep breath in wanting to steady your nerves and stood up.

Quick as a flash you were at Loki’s bedroom door. You took one more moment to calm yourself, knowing full well that he would be displeased with your tardiness before you oh-so-slowly opened the door, ready as you could be to receive whatever punishment Loki would be likely to dish out...

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