Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

Silently you crept into the room, but it did you little good. Loki was ready and waiting...

“You’re late...” Loki said before taking a sip from his glass.

“Sorry...” you said while quickly moving to sit by his side. Loki glanced over to you as he ran his hand up your arm.

“Is that all you have to say?” The next thing you knew Loki’s hand snapped around your neck and he roughly pulled you closer. “Well?” From this close you could see the dark rings of stress around Loki’s eyes, and the slight dishevelling of his hair and clothes,

“I-I pressed the wrong button on the elevator and it took a while to get back to this level...” It wasn’t a complete lie... Just... a little distorted... The raven haired man loosened his hold on you and placed his glass down on the coffee table,

“You were caught in the power outage?” he asked almost suspiciously,

“Y-yes,” Loki’s eyes drifted towards the window, his mind deep in thought.

“Then you are forgiven...” he put his arm around you before pulling you to his chest.

“R-Really?” you asked, completely stumped with his sudden change in mood.

“Is there a reason you shouldn’t be?”

“N-No... I just didn’t expect it...”

“Truth be told I am too tired to deal with you... but since you seem so keen to taste my wrath, I shall keep a note of it, and be sure to give it to you when I have recovered.” He rambled, clearly paying no attention to what you had just said.

“Th-that’s not necessary...”

“Then keep your mouth shut next time I show you leniency...” He was clearly irritated. You should just stop talking... Loki let out a loud, tired sigh and rested his cheek on the top of your head. “Dove... Why are the people in this forsaken world such fools...?” His hand gently skimmed over your stomach and ribcage. “So fragile, yet so strong willed... but overall stupid...” You tried to make your body relax, but you didn’t like where he was going... “Lay down...” he ordered softly. Your mind hesitated, but your body did not, so you did as you were told and slid down onto your side before turning onto your back. It took all your strength not to gasp, or comment, or ask ‘why’ when Loki moved; but it was safe to say you were surprised with his actions... He had never done anything like this before... He had followed you down to lie on the couch, but instead of pulling you to his chest, he laid his head on your shoulder and securely wrapped his arms around you. It wasn’t sexual at all... he wanted comfort, which was something completely out of character for him... You breathed in slow and cautiously but at the same time soothingly tangled your hand in his raven locks. Just ask what was wrong... he was obviously dealing with something... You just had to phrase it right, and he wouldn’t get mad... hopefully...

“You’ve been here for over six months... has this really only began to bother you now...?” that was a safe phrasing, right?

“It has bothered me since I first stepped onto this world many, many years ago. It has only recently dawned on me how truly incompetent they all are... I meant to rule them, but thus far all they have done is hinder me; like the other night for instance. Their incompetence was the reason I was so late, and even tonight, I would have severely punished you if it was your own fault, but it wasn’t... not entirely anyway...” he gingerly began to trace patters into your skin with his fingertips, sending a pleasant tingle through your middle. “If they could do their jobs, then there would be constant and reliable power throughout the entire building...” He trailed off, giving you the opportunity to ask a question that had been on you mind since Loki attacked New York all those months ago.

“Lo-Sir...”

“Since you seem to forget more than you remember, just call me Loki... It will be easier for you and less irritating for me...” he stated sharply.

“Loki...” you took a deep breath. “I understand of you don’t tell me... but... I was wondering...” you constant pauses and hesitation drew Loki’s attention more and more. “Why do you want to do such a thing? Rule us I mean...” You took a split second to recollect your thoughts before you continued. “As a race humans always fight against something, by ruling the way you do, you’ve given everyone a common enemy...” Your disjointed thoughts and words trailed off when your eyes met with Loki’s. “I-I um... I just wanted to know why you could come here if you hated this world...”

“What makes you think I hate this world...?” Well... You can add that to the growing list of things that Loki did which surprised you...

“It’s just...” you shrugged, “Well... if you liked this world, then wouldn’t you want to protect it...? I understand that the two of you are vastly different... but you and Thor are brothers, and if you really cared for this world, then wouldn’t you-,”

“That... is something you need not bother yourself with.” He said through gritted teeth.

“But I-,”

“You don’t need to know.” Loki snapped. You jumped slightly at the harshness within his words. Loki must have noticed your reaction because he continued, only in a softer tone than before. “However, if you are interested... I will show you the Mighty Thor’s fall from grace...” he said with a small smirk.

“W-what...?”

“You are interested in why I act and rule the way I do, are you not?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Then you may start there...” Loki’s hand slipped to your cheek, and you were transported to the lounge room in the penthouse suite...

Only, it wasn’t the penthouse... Well... it was, but it wasn’t at the same time.

“Welcome to my mind and memory, (Name)...” Loki said from behind you. “You can observe...” he appeared out of thin air in front of you. His body was glowing pale blue-green all over, and when he reached forward to take hold of your wrist, icy coldness shot through your entire body. “But you cannot interact or intervene...” he forced your hand down to, and then through, a small wooden coffee table. “Now...” he started, walking around to stand behind you, “watch...” he ordered sternly as a scene frozen in time slowly came into focus before coming to life...

It was the late afternoon. The sun had disappeared enough to make it difficult to see things clearly when the flickering lights went dark. However, in the distance you could make out the majestically coloured sky filled with blues, purples, reds and pinks. Thor was standing near a large hole in the glass wall, the bar was smashed and several pieces of furniture were destroyed. Loki stood opposite him, they were both breathing hard and had cuts, bruises and scrapes all over their bodies.

“Where is she?!” Thor growled menacingly as he stepped forward, the crunch of breaking glass reached your ears having been broken up more under his weight. Loki let out a small snicker.

“What does it matter? She does not want you...” the raven haired man called triumphantly.

“I do not believe you!”

“Shall I prove it, brother?” Loki asked with a hint of condescension. The raven haired man then reached his hand out towards the area of the bedroom. “Jane, my dear...” The woman that appeared from the upstairs bedroom was stunning... Her skin smooth and flawless, her brown hair cascaded past her shoulders and seemed to dance as she walked... but... something seemed off... Her vacant expression and eyes were an unnatural shade of blue. It was like she was there, but not at the same time. Like a puppet on the end of a string...

“You have used that damn power on her!” Thor growled loudly as he tried to move to her side.

“Take another step towards her, and she will die.” Loki warned.

“And if I simply kill you instead?”

“The magic will remain you fool. And she will kill herself... a failsafe I have in place just in case, by some miracle, you defeat me.” Loki grinned wickedly. “Tell me, do you think you can kill me, and get to her before she plunges the blade into her throat?”

“What are you-,” Thor turned towards Jane as a golden sceptre formed in her hand. She then raised the blade to her neck and slowly added more pressure.

“If you ever loved me, you will leave...” Her voice came out dry, dull, and emotionless.

“Loki, stop this.” Thor’s eyes flickered to the raven haired man before quickly returning to Jane. The blade had pierced her skin, causing blood to trickle down her neck. “Stop this now!” The distress in his voice made you cringe and look away.

“Leave, and she will be unharmed...” the raven haired man said with a sly smile. The blade moved a little deeper into Jane’s neck.

“I will not leave her here with you!” Thor quickly stepped towards Jane, but unable to stand the idea of watching another person die, you closed your eyes just as Thor reached out for the sceptre.

“My dear, you need to watch this...” Loki whispered into your ear. His fingers ran over your cheek. “Open your eyes,”

“Tell me what happens...” You quietly begged. Loki chuckled softly,

“Open your eyes, and see for yourself...”

Cautiously you opened your eyes. Time had skipped forward slightly. Thor laid Jane’s unconscious body, along with the golden sceptre, on the ground carefully near your feet; Loki had taken up place where Thor once was, and was nursing a rather nasty injury to his forearm.

“I will not give you another chance, Thor. Leave, or you will forever regret the outcome of this night.”

“I have heard enough!” Thor swung his hammer forward, and with it sent intense bolts of lightning towards Loki. No.... No! Something was wrong... If the bolt hit him then - - You tried to run forward to stop the whole scenario, but Loki tightly wrapped his arms around your waist and everything slowed to a snail’s pace.

“This is how he is, (Name). He is brash, pig-headed and cares not for anyone else’s state of mind or body.” You tried once more to pull free of his hold; the need to intervene and stop the bolt of lightning from making contact stopped your brain from thinking rationally. “He does not care for anyone or anything; his only care in the world is for his own egotistical sense of self-preservation...” Loki stretched out his hand, and everything returned to normal speed.

The lightning strike hit Loki with a ferocity you had never seen before, sending the raven haired man to the ground in a burned, bloodied heap. Then it was over. Thor lowered his weapon with a huff and turned back towards Jane. Only... it wasn’t Jane. It was Loki... Loki was standing in place of Jane... Your brows furrowed before your eyes widened and you realised what happened.

“I told you, Brother, I warned you, but you would not listen...” A loud thud echoed around the room. Thor had dropped his hammer and you could see the tears building in his eyes.

“No... No...” he stumbled towards the burned corpse on the floor. He then fell to his knees beside the corpse, which now had the unmistakable curves of a female. Loki had faded away, and was replaced by Jane, but this was not the same Jane you had seen before... Her flesh was contorted and rippling in unnatural directions that were either a bright shade of red, or completely black... Your vision blurred for a moment, and the next thing you knew you were standing over the corpse. Loki still had a tight hold of you, making it impossible to move of look away... The smell that reached your nose was putrid and made you want to throw up.

“He is no more than a normal man, no better than a selfish, stubborn mortal. Can you guess what he did next?” Loki whispered into your ear.

“You... YOU KILLED HER!” Thor screamed at the raven haired man.

“Did I?” Loki asked with a snide smirk. A low growl-like noise emitted from Thor’s throat before he called for his hammer and then lunged at Loki.

The younger brother blocked the oncoming attack with the sceptre, but as Thor made repeated attacks, each increasing in strength, the sceptre slowly began to falter and break off into small pieces before it shattered completely. Loki ducked out of the way of Thor’s next attack before pulling a small dagger from his waist. Another two swings from Thor gave Loki the opportunity to sink the small blade into the blonde’s side. Thor fell to the ground and dropped his hammer - - in exactly the same place you were accustomed to seeing it,

“LOKI!”

“Your anger is misplaced, Thor. I gave you my word she would be unharmed -,”

“Your word means NOTHING to me!” Loki chuckled softly and sighed,

“Then I shall not try to ease the truth... You killed her. I gave you the chance to leave, and I also warned you what would happen should you fight... but in your stubbornness you chose to ignore them all... It is because of you and you alone your beloved is dead.”

“No!” Thor reached down to pick up his hammer, only, it wouldn’t move... Thor tried again and even used a second hand, but still nothing happened... Loki laughed loudly.

“Oh, oh this is too perfect!” quickly the raven haired man stepped forward and sucker punched Thor in the cheek, knocking him down to the ground. “Some part of your slow moving mind agrees with me...” he reached down and hauled Thor to his feet by his golden locks. “I will not kill you... No, instead I will let you wither away slowly; consumed with your guilt, and knowing your selfishness has doomed not only her-,” Loki pointed at the still smoking corpse of Jane, “but your so called ‘comrades’ as well...” Loki looked up and called for someone, but his voice became distorted and distant. You blinked slowly, and when you opened your eyes you had returned to Loki’s bedroom...

You felt tears slipping down your cheeks and your chest was heaving.

“Why did you show me that...?” you asked barely above a whisper.

“To show you the kind of selfishness Thor is capable of, and to that his kindness is only a farce... He is a stubborn, selfish man who cares only for...” Loki trailed off having noticed your tears. “Do not cry for him...” As quickly as you wiped the tears away, more had already formed and began to fall. He let out an irritable sigh through his nose, sat up straight and pulled you onto his lap. “He does not deserve your tears...”

“I’m not crying for him...”It was a partial lie... You were sad seeing what Thor went through... but there were other reasons for your tears...

“Then why are you crying...?” he asked,

“Because she didn’t deserve to die like that, and...” you trailed off slowly.

“And?” he urged

“And... And for you to do such a thing, something truly horrible must have happened between the two of you...” Loki seemed almost shocked at your words, and it took a moment for him to recollect his thoughts.

“You think I am not just a monster who does everything out of nonsensical hatred?” he asked in a colourless tone.

“... I... I think for someone to cause as much pain, destruction and chaos as you have, there must be something tormenting them...”

“And how can you be so sure of that?” You closed your eyes. The images of a dishevelled room, bloodied towels and a blood covered sink crossed through your mind. A memory you had not thought of in years. A cold shudder ran down your spine.

“Because there’s always a reason... Alcohol, drugs, trauma... they’re all just catalysts...” Several minutes passed and neither of you spoke. To your surprise, it was Loki who broke the silence.

“It’s an intriguing notion...” he scooped you up into his arms. “But your sympathy is misplaced... I have no need or interest in it...” he gently laid you down on the bed before joining you.

***

You barely slept at all... and every time you actually managed to get to sleep, you were tormented with bad memories until you scared yourself awake. You hated it. You hadn’t dreamt of such things in years. Sure, your mind may have crossed over to those thoughts once in a blue moon, but not on a level this deeply. You could feel, smell and hear everything you had tried to bury... The metallic scent of blood mixed with the tangy odour of alcohol was on the air, the cool sting of the bathroom tiles you had curled up to cry on, and you could hear the arguing of your grandparents in the distance, mixed with the tormented anguish of your depressed mother who was fending off her drunken boyfriend, and the vain bitching of your selfish aunt... All of your memories churned and mixed until they became one big monster you had no control over whatsoever... So, instead of closing your eyes and forcing your way through the dreams, you stayed awake, all night.

Loki stirred shortly before sunrise. Thankfully he was caught in the limbo between sleep and awake, so he didn’t notice you sitting with your back pressed against the headboard and knees pulled to your chest.

“What time did you wake?” Loki opened his eyes for a moment before closing them again and rolling onto his side.

“Two...” you were hardly able to keep your eyes open, and your voice was slurred and hoarse, but you refused to fall asleep...

“What in the name of Niflheim made you rise that early?” he asked with a groan.

“I just couldn’t sleep...” you murmured softly, wanting him to drop the subject.

“... A nightmare?” he asked with a slightly amused tone. You hesitated, but nodded. “It was easy to guess... especially considering you woke me twice last night with your obnoxious whimpering...”

“I’m sorry,” Loki’s hand ran over your waist and hips. You weren’t quite sure if it was an invitation to lay down beside him, or a mindless need for physical interaction.

“What of?”

“Huh?”

“What did you dream of?” When you didn’t respond straight away, Loki sighed irritably and yanked you down to his chest. “I deserve to know why I’m forced out of sleep, (Name).” he said with a menacing tone. “You’ll pay me that courtesy won’t you Pet?” You took a deep breath in and tried your best to find your voice.

“It isn’t really any one thing... sensations, smells, sounds. It was just a mishmash of-,” you stopped yourself before you said anything more, a mix of fearing the memories and the fear of showing weakness passed through your chest.

“Of?” Damn it... why did he want to know?!

“Bad memories...” you muttered.

“...Is that all?” you clenched your jaw. Is that all? Is that all?! He talked as if your own personal scars were insignificant! How could he - - “Close your eyes and calm down.” As much as you didn’t want to, you did what he said... “After being woken so many times, I was already considering spending the rest of the day in bed, and now you have just given me a justifiable reason to stay...”

“How so...?” You asked with furrowed brows. Loki smirked,

“Well... I do not think anyone would take too kindly to laziness, however, I’ve burdened myself with you and if I choose to ignore your well-being, then that would make me look weak and incompetent.” His fingers soothingly tangled in your hair, and the mixture of his slow beating heart and calm breathing served to relax you. You didn’t want to sleep... Your eyes slowly closed, but a moment later you opened them. You wouldn’t allow yourself to sleep. “(Name)...” Loki whispered as he wrapped his other hand around your waist. “Go to sleep...” he murmured over and over again. You tried desperately to fight against your body’s need for rest... But Loki was so warm, soft, and... and... Before you had a chance to finish that thought, you closed your eyes and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep...

***

You slowly woke to the warm tingle of something running over your back and shoulders. Quickly your eyes snapped open and you spun around to knock away what you thought was a bug, but all you found was Loki’s hand... Oops... You turned back to the surprised man. His brows were raised and lips formed a nearly completely straight line.

“S-sorry...” Loki supressed a sigh and removed himself from the bed.

“Bathe, dress and meet me in the suite upstairs.” He ordered before throwing a light green sundress at you. Your brows furrowed. He had never asked you to wear a dress before... So why now ask you to wear one? You looked up, but Loki had left the room before you had a chance to ask.

A sigh left your lips and you quickly did as Loki asked. When you put on the dress, you actually felt a little more self-conscious than when you wore the robes. You hiked the neckline of the dress upwards and tried to adjust it so you nipples weren’t completely visible through the fabric, but you were fighting a losing battle. Thankfully the top of the dress was a little ruffled, so they weren’t as noticeable. Other than the tightness at the top of the dress, the rest of the fabric was exceptionally loose, and danced around your legs as you moved. You quickly forced a brush through your (h/c) hair and pulled it into a remarkably neat side ponytail before leaving for the penthouse suite.

***

When the doors to the elevator opened, you were left stunned. The workers had finished... A smile crept over your lips and you quickly stepped forward. The kitchen had been refurbished and new lavish dining furniture had been placed in the room. You swiftly stepped through the hallway, paying no attention to the other rooms you passed, and entered the large lounge room. Everything was fixed. The floors had been replaced, as had all of the broken or damaged furniture. The concrete walls had been re-rendered to cover the cracks, and painted a pale shade of grey that nearly looked white. The new furniture that filled the room was either black or dark grey with a few flourishes of regal green. The bar, and some of the alcohol, had been replaced as well. A large shaggy rug sat in the middle of a mounted flat screen and the soft, inviting dark grey lounge. How could they do all of this in just over a day?! Your eyes continued to wander the room; that was when you noticed the open glass doors, leading to the large balcony you hadn’t been able to see before due to the plasterboard that covered it. You didn’t even realise how fast you were moving until the cold touch of the tiles turned into electrifying pain through your feet, however once you reached the door and stepped outside all of the pain in your feet dissipated.

The light was blinding, and the first few steps outside forced you to navigate without sight at all, but you couldn’t care less. It was so warm and the air was so fresh and clean. It had been so long since you had taken a step outside that you almost forgot the sensation... An arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you from your course and into a small circle. When your vision finally cleared, you were able to see who it was, and it didn’t surprise you all that much, Loki...

“Do you like the refurbishment, Dove?” he asked, wrapping his other arm around you.

“Yes... How did you get all of the materials to fix it so quickly?” you asked. Loki tightened his hold on you,

“Just because I chose to have this city to myself, does not mean I do not have the other businesses open to state my needs,” he explained smoothly. Wait... if he kept the businesses running, then why...

“Then why does the power continually go out...?” you asked mindlessly. Loki loosened his hold and began to lead you along the balcony. You delicately ran your hand over the warm metal of the railing.

“I had the power stations destroyed to ensure my enemies cannot use their capabilities against me... This building is powered by its own stored energy.” Your brows knotted together. That didn’t answer your question... “Come, breakfast is ready.” He said, gesturing towards the platters of food being placed on a table by maids.

You sat down in a large, plush seat, Loki taking the seat opposite. For the first few minutes you split your time between rather greedily picking at the numerous breakfast platters, and looking out to the city. The area directly surrounding the devastated and colourless New York streets seemed full of life and colour. It was definitely a nice change of thought and scenery...

“Now my dear,” Loki started, “will you be able to busy yourself inside until I return? The business I must take care of will not occupy my time much passed eleven thirty.” He said, picking up a small piece of fruit from the platter.

“Can I stay out here?”

“No. When I am not with you, the doors leading outside will be locked.”

“Oh...” you lowered your eyes and placed the piece of toast you had picked out down on your plate, suddenly not feeling hungry in the slightest.

“If you do not want to eat, then I have no reason to stay here, and I will leave.” Loki warned. Your eyes widened and lifted to meet his. He had shifted back in his seat, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair, allowing him to lean his cheek on his hand. You lowered your gaze, unable to meet his deep and calculating stare for more than a few seconds and picked up the piece of toast, choosing to nibble on the edges tentatively.

Loki allowed you to continue your farce for a little while longer, but you could tell he was becoming agitated quickly. The quickening tapping of his fingers along the glass of the table top, the impatient glint in his eyes, the deepening scowl on his face; it all made your stomach knot, but you wouldn’t give in. Just a few more moments... Just a few more moments... And when you sensed he was on the brink of exploding, you put the food down and looked up, unsure if the nervous fear in your mind was evident through your eyes. The raven haired man took a moment to collect his thoughts before he stood, took hold of your forearm and roughly led you inside. You looked over your shoulder to see the same maids who had left the platters taking them away, while softly talking and sneakily picking at the untouched left overs.

Your mind hadn’t even acknowledged the fact that you were inside until Loki threw you, rather ungraciously, onto the plush sofa. You quickly adjusted your position so you were sitting, and completely ready for whatever Loki was going to throw at you. His hand raised, readying to either strike you or roughly take hold of your once more. However when your gaze met the muscles in his hand and arm relaxed.

“I only said you would be expected to stay inside while I was away... When I return you will be able to go back out there, do you understand?” you weren’t sure if what he said was a question or statement, but you nodded nevertheless. Loki then turned on his heels to leave, but just before he left the lounge room, he turned back. “The next time you decide to waste my time with your petty indulgences, you will regret it.” And with that Loki left you alone.

It took a moment for your mind to completely process Loki’s words, but once you were finally able too, a cold shiver ran down your spine. You wrapped your arms around your middle, attempting to hold all of your rampant thoughts and emotions within you. Your decision to prolong your time outside was a mistake, and it was only by some miracle that Loki didn’t take out his frustration on you. A silent sigh passed your lips as your eyes wandered to the now closed and locked glass sliding door. You dragged your gaze away from the doors and flopped onto your side. That was when you noticed something... Something that was placed under the clear glass coffee table at the foot of the sofa... Thor’s hammer was almost like a trophy in a case. Gingerly you ran your fingertips over the cool glass.

Your emotions just seemed to spiral downwards from that point on...You felt bad, no... You felt worse than bad. You had promised Thor that you would come back and visit the next day, but instead you spent that time in bed with Loki. That’s not to say that spending an entire day sleeping was bad, but it made you feel guilty... Thor was alone in that dark, damp cell, and after finding out why he was powerless and imprisoned, it made you feel even worse. Sluggishly you stood and made your way through the room, your eyes never leaving the magical hammer that had been placed within the confines of the glass. You shouldn’t, not after what happened last time. You were lucky not to get caught by Loki’s servants or the Chitauri soldiers... Johnathan had told you to look out for yourself.... Loki had almost caught you... but... Thor was alone, with nothing to keep him company but his own mind, and after what Loki showed you, you wouldn’t be surprised if his mind did nothing but torment him every second of every day. No. No! Stop it. You wouldn’t go down. You - - You - - You - You were going down... You supressed a sigh and looked to the ornate wall clock as you passed the kitchen area. It was just passed ten thirty, which meant you had just under an hour until Loki returned... Just go down, and get back... easy enough, right?

***

“Thor...?” you called with a small smile as you entered the room. “I can’t stay long, but because I didn’t come and see you yesterday, I thought I’d -,” A gasp caught in your throat. “Y-You look so much better!” The slightly warped burn marks on Thor’s skin had almost completely disappeared, and considering the bandage had been removed from his head, you guessed the gash had completely healed. You kneeled down at the front of the cell and locked your eyes with Thor’s. ‘I will not kill you... No, instead I will let you wither away slowly; consumed with your guilt, and knowing your selfishness has doomed not only her, but your so called ‘comrades’ as well...’ Loki’s words echoed within your head. You tried to ignore them, but it proved to be even harder than ignoring your dreams...

“Something is bothering you...” Thor sounded concerned. Damn it... You had hoped to remove the pity and sadness from your face once you entered the room, but the emergence of Loki’s taunt to Thor caused you to fail...

“No, I’m fine.” You said with a small smile.

“(Name)...” Thor urged. Don’t tell him... Don’t tell him! “Has Loki done something to you? I swear if he has harmed you-,”

“No, Thor. Loki hasn’t physically done anything to me...”

“Then he told you something to upset you.” Don’t tell him... You shook your head. “(Name)...” you bit the inside of your lips, hoping it would quell your need to tell him, but it didn’t.

“Loki told - - showed me... what happened with Jane...” Thor’s face fell. Damn it! Why’d you tell him?!

“Then you must think me a monster...” he mused as he moved to sit deeper into the cell and further from you. Your mind dropped the self-loathing act and immediately focused on the troubled mind of the man before you.

“No... No Thor I don’t...”

“You said he showed you what I did... You saw that I killed her...” The second half of the sentence was barely audible, but you just managed to catch it.

“Thor...” you sighed softly.

“If it was not my fault, then why have I lost my powers? I should have foreseen Loki’s trick... But instead I was blinded, and it cost Jan-... It cost her life...” the blond man slumped to his knees in the middle of the small cell.

“Thor...” you breathed while cautiously reaching forward. “It wasn’t your fault... No matter what you think... Loki didn’t want you to know. There’s no possible way you could have known it was her...”

“I understand you are trying to make me feel better about this, but if I were not to blame, then why am I no longer worthy to hold Mjolnir? I can no longer feel its power in the air. Even at a great distance I used to feel the magical presence... but now I feel nothing.” You thought back to the first time you came into contact with the hammer... The electricity that was in the air, the harsh pressure on your lungs... Was that the presence he meant?

“I... I think it was calling out... or... something.”

“What?”

“Well... I know hammers can’t speak, but... I don’t know. I certainly know I couldn’t lift it...” You said with a goofy smile. Thor looked towards the ceiling and raised his hand. Your brows furrowed. What was he doing...? He breathed in deeply, closed his eyes and flexed his hand over and over again. After a few moments Thor’s hand dropped to his side,

“You should return before Loki notices your absence...” He said dully. Before you even had the thought to interrupt, Thor cut you off, “Please, (Name)... I just need to be alone...” You were a truly horrible person... You raised Thor’s hopes from the dead, before allowing them to be quashed by your own vain intentions to make yourself feel better... You had been the one to bring up Jane, so therefore you had to be the one to cheer him up... fat load of good that did. Just as you reached the door you turned around,

“I’m sorry, Thor...” and with that you returned to the penthouse suite...

***

You sprinted to the lounge room once the elevator doors opened, and threw yourself onto the couch. You were moving so quickly that you failed to notice the time on the clock, but once you were comfortably situated, you did notice. ’10:53’ read the small digital clock. You groaned loudly. You didn’t need to waste your energy running here! Oh well... You rolled onto your back and stared blankly at the ceiling. There wasn’t much you could do now except wait for Loki...

You glanced for a moment at the hammer beneath the glass before returning your attention to the small ticking clock. Wait... Your eyes quickly flicked back to the coffee table. The handle of the hammer had moved and was touching and slowly cracking the glass. Your eyes widened. That’s what he was doing! He was calling out to the hammer, trying to summon it! You had to tell him! You had to let him know his powers weren’t gone, and that he was worthy! Quick as a flash you stood and sprinted down to Thor, ignoring the small voice in the back of your head that was telling you this was a bad idea.

Your breathing was laboured, but you didn’t care; you were too focused to care about the burning in your throat. You had to get to Thor, you had to tell him! You grabbed onto the frame of the door and swung into the room.

“Thor!” you yelled in a hushed voice. You all but collapsed at the foot of his cell, “it moved! It moved! Not a whole lot, but it moved!” Thor’s brow furrowed,

“What are you talking about...?” he asked, moving closer to kneel down next to you.

“M-,” a string of unintelligible letters followed. A small but evident grin began to creep onto Thor’s lips. You sighed softly. “Your hammer smartass,” Immediately Thor froze.

“What...?” This time it was your turn to grin.

“It didn’t move a lot... but it did move...”

“You’re sure...?” a small, hopeful smile pulled at the corner of Thor’s mouth.

“Yes.” You shifted to kneel and gently held onto the metal bars.

“This is not some kind of sick joke, is it?”

“I wouldn’t do that to you Thor.” The blond haired man’s hand settled on your own.

“Thank you, (Name)...” Someone clearing their throat from the doorway stopped the two of you in your tracks. Your muscles tensed and you cautiously looked towards the door. Tears of fear began to build in your eyes, but you blinked them away, allowing you to see - - your breath hitched. Of all the people in this damn tower, why did it have to be to be him...?

“Sorry to interrupt you Love Birds...” the raven haired man spat viciously.

“Loki...” your voice was barely above a whisper, and even you could hear the trembling and fear within that single word...

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