Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“Give me Love” – Loki x Reader Chapter 22

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“Loki will not find us.” You supressed a sigh; something at the back of your mind told you he would... something told you he was already planning his attack... something told you everyone here would hate your presence by the end of the month...

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The sound of a heavy door creaking open reached your ears and you turned. Light streamed through the open doorway and caused a horrible glare, stopping any attempt you made to see who was standing in the doorway. Apparently the god-like man beside you had no such trouble because Thor stepped forward, his chuckle like a low rumble of thunder,

“It has been too long Brother Barton!” The God of Thunder announced loudly as he pulled the shadow covered figure into what could only be categorised as a ‘man hug’. You cautiously shuffled forward and used your hand to block out the still too bright light, “This is (Name).” Thor said while pulling you forwards. Standing in the shadow of the unknown man blocked enough of the light for you to see his face clearly for the first time. He was tall and slender - - though you could still obviously see the outlines of muscles underneath his polo-shirt and jacket. His short, spiked hair was brown-blond, and looked more slept in than purposely styled. “(Name), this is Clint Barton.” Clint nodded and offered you his hand. You awkwardly smiled shook his warm, calloused hand.

“It’s nice to meet you...” you noticed his icy blue eyes move toward the burn on your neck before returning to your eyes. He chuckled softly,

“I wish it were under better circumstances...” he said before releasing your hand and turning his attention towards the Asgardian behind you. “I think Bruce will want to see you. He’s on the third floor, last room on the left. I’ll take (Name) to meet the others...” You glanced over your shoulder. Thor nodded,

“Thank you.” Thor replied before the three of you entered the large, concrete house.

***

Thor split from you almost instantly, and while Clint seemed nice, you were a little uneasy. It would have been easier if there weren’t so many people around, but the house was filled with dozens of people who stopped and stared as Clint led you through the main room.

“Don’t worry... They’ll lose interest soon enough.” Clint said as he fell into step beside you.

“Really?” you asked with a nervous laugh as your arms wrapped around your middle.

“Yeah... It’s been a while since a new person has come here, and you have to admit, arriving with Thor probably hasn’t helped to quieten your arrival.” He said with a grin as Thor’s happily loud shouts echoed in the otherwise silent halls.

“Yeah... He doesn’t come across as a quiet soul...” Your eyes moved to the stair case Thor had used before returning to Clint. “In situations like these though, I think it can be a good thing... You know, for moral and... stuff.” you said with a smile. Clint nodded.

“Evidently you’ve never seen a drinking game between Tony and the Big Fella. It can get terrifying...” he said with a laugh.

“Really?” you asked while swerving between people.

“Yeah. Neither of them wants to lose, and so it goes on for almost the entire night. Last time it happened, it almost wiped out an entire building.”

“What?” you asked with a disbelieving grin.

“Heh... Well... Once the alcohol runs out, it quickly devolves into... well...” He quickly raised an eyebrow, trying to find the right word.

“Arguments?”

“Yes... let’s go with that.”

Thankfully you moved quickly towards the back of the house, and there weren’t as many people - - in fact there weren’t any people at all. You breathed in the cool night air and silently sighed. Somehow the house managed to be colder inside than it was outside... You took another deep breath and adjusted your sundress. Damn it for not having any sleeves... or pants... or warmth. Clint stepped ahead of you and opened a large, double door.

“Are you cold?” he asked as the two of you stepped through the threshold.

“Yeah, but I’ll be fine.”

“I think I finally know why Thor snapped out of his funk...” Tony whispered not-so-silently. Clint placed his jacket over your shoulders before heading deeper into the room.

“Oh? Why?” Someone asked before the whole room fell silent, and you suddenly felt self-conscious. Hesitantly you turned, and saw that everyone’s eyes were set on you.

“H-Hi...” you said while shifting your weight awkwardly from foot to foot. Everyone gave you a polite wave, but no one seemed to know how to start a conversation... You hoped Thor didn’t take too long...

You slowly wandered nearer the centre of the room. The cold tiled floor and concrete walls trapped the cold air of the night too much, and the open glass doors covering two of the room’s walls didn’t help at all... You could see a large fire pit outside, but it looked like it hadn’t been lit in ages... You bit your lower lip softly. You moved your attention from the room to subtly graze over all the super heroes you had long admired, and wished would come and save you. They were wandering around the room, reading, or silently chatting. All of them looked the same as the day of the invasion. The red head - - Black Widow - - had longer hair, and all of the men looked a little less muscular; but then who wouldn’t after so many months without an adequate food source. The biggest change you saw was in Tony Stark; his once perfectly maintained beared was verging on unruly, and it looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

“So, how did you meet Thor?” the former billionaire asked; he almost seemed desperate to fill the silence.

“Um... We met in the prison cells actually...”

“You wound up in prison?” he asked with a laugh,

“Well, it was a better than the other option.” Tony cleared his throat to fill the sudden awkwardness.

“How long did it take Thor to get back to normal?” The red haired woman asked.

“Well... I never really saw this ‘funk’ everyone seems to talk about... but Bucky did mention it-,”

“You know Bucky?” Steve asked quickly. Know... No, you didn’t know Bucky, you knew Bucky.

“Y-You don't know?” You asked, silently hoping they did know; you couldn’t bear the thought of having to tell them about all that had happened.

“No.” Tony interrupted, “We do know.” He offered a sad glance to Steve before continuing. “We found someone who tried to help him; he was sent away because of it.” Your brows furrowed.

“What?”

“He fought against Loki and tried to stop him when Bucky was being dragged down a hallway...” You eyed Tony for a moment.

“I'm sorry, but I was there. And I can tell you that no one had the guts to do that.”

“Are you sure? I mean maybe you missed it.” Steve said.

“No, I’m certain. Loki had Bucky sent to a room. He was tied up with chains set in concrete, and then Loki went into the room. He didn't escort Bucky there. Whoever told you that is a liar.”

“Who's calling me a liar?” Every part of your body froze except for your heart, which started racing. No... No... it couldn’t be... You must have been hearing things... It couldn’t be the same man... You felt tears sting the edges of your eyes. Your knees stared to shake as you turned towards the origin of the voice, and when your eyes landed on the pudgy man, you very nearly cried out. Why...? Why of all places would he come here? Didn’t they know what he had done under Loki’s rule? Didn’t they know that he was the cause for Bucky’s death!? That’s when it hit you. They didn’t know... They may have known of Bucky’s death, but they didn’t know this snake had caused it.

The Teacher stepped out of the darkness of an adjoining room, and when he realised it was you, his jaw nearly hit the floor; but he quickly recovered.

“You made it out... You made it out!” he exclaimed while waddling forward. Just as his hand settled on your shoulder, you batted it away and stepped back,

“Don’t touch me!”

“She’s confused... the things Loki made me do...” he cringed and lowered his gaze while rubbing his temple.

“Don’t give me that shit!” you yelled.

“(Name), it’s okay, he can’t hurt you now... he can’t make me do those things anymore...”

“What are you talking about?!” You glanced around the room; everyone was looking at you, confusion with a hint of disgust in their eyes. Were they really buying his shit?! “He helped Loki kill Bucky!”

“I have already told you. I had no hand in Barnes’ death!” he growled back menacingly. Your head quickly snapped towards the fat man.

“Maybe not, but it was your own vanity that set in motion the circumstances that caused it...” you spat back. Tony sighed,

“Just get her out of here until Thor comes back.” You froze.

“You don’t believe me?” you asked as tears began to fill your eyes.

“Look, he has already told us of everything that Loki forced him to- -,”

“FORCED HIM?!” you screamed. “He took pleasure; no, that’s not enough... He revelled in every order he was given. He was the keeper of all the girls Loki’s goons kidnapped; do you know what that means?” you asked, but answered the question before he had the chance. “It means this sick, perverted fuck was given unadulterated access to dozens of weak, injured and defenceless girls.”

“Look...” Tony started, not quite sure where to go from there. “I don’t know what you think he’s done, but he’s given us-,”

“Think he’s done...?!” you took a deep breath. “What I think he’s done...?” you let out a choked laugh, though, it sounded more like a sob. “I know exactly the kind of man he is. I know he raped me, and would have done so again had Loki not intervened. And I know that if it weren’t for him, Bucky would be alive.” You turned your gaze back to the pudgy man. “You may as well have tied the noose around his neck when you gave Loki his name!” Everyone in the room froze, having apparently let your words sink in.

“What did you say?” the blond haired man, Steve asked you. You took a steadying breath,

“Loki was going to kill him...” you gestured to the teacher, “but before he had the chance to rid everyone of this vermin, a deal was struck.” Suddenly all of your anger and hatred was gone, replaced with nothing but an unending sorrow and numbness. “The name of the mole, for his own safety... He threw Bucky under the bus, and then ran to you all so he could secure a position in your good graces without having to crawl through the dirt like everyone else...” The doors suddenly slammed open,

“What’s all the yelling abo-...” Thor’s happy face slowly turned dark and emotionless and he seemed to completely forget he was even speaking. Out of the corner of your eye you could see The Teacher trembling. “I swore that if I ever saw your face again, I would tear it from your shoulders!” Thor growled as he strode forward and lifted the pudgy man by the neck.

Quickly Steve stepped in, and tried to pry The Teacher from Thor’s grasp. Was it a bad thing you wanted to see the Asgardian squeeze the life from the fat man? Probably...

“Thor...” Steve said.

“You mean to protect this animal?” the God of Thunder growled while tightening his grip. Steve was stunned to silence. You could see on the super soldier’s face that he detested The Teacher, and he probably wanted to injure him in some way for what he did to Bucky... You could also see the confused glint to his eyes, not knowing why he had tried to intervene.

“If you kill him, then he’ll take whatever he knows to his grave. We have to know everything he does.” Tony piped in lazily. Thor thought over the billionaire’s words for a moment before throwing The Teacher to the floor.

“Take him away...” he said while turning his gaze from the panting ball of flesh on the floor. Steve grabbed the man from the floor and forced him out of the room. You could vaguely hear him pleading with the super soldier to believe he never did any of it... It made you sick.

You turned your attention back to Thor when his voice reached your ears.

“How could you do dealings with such a man?!” he snarled at Tony. “Do you have any idea what he’s done?”

“We didn’t when he first came here...” Clint said. That almost seemed to calm the Asgardian prince, but you could still see the agitation in his eyes.

“Didn’t Johnathan tell you what happened?” you asked before Thor had a chance to release any more of his anger on his team mates.

“Oswald-,”

“Oswald?” you cut Tony off.

“That’s his name... What did he tell you to call him?” The billionaire asked.

“The Teacher” You replied dryly.

“Well, he dealt with all the communication with Johnathan... After Bucky died communication was difficult, and it was only with his knowledge of the altered codes in Stark Tower that we could create a secure line...” Tony laughed bitterly. “He claimed it would be better if he did it, so it looked like he was funnelling information to Johnathan just in case Loki found out... but now I see it was just a cover to alter any information Johnathan wanted to give us... We didn’t even know when you two were coming; Johnathan only said that he had to get out...” Tony said.

“Johnathan felt it necessary to hide it, just in case our escape failed or was leaked by someone...” Thor said. “Apparently he received pieces of the coordinates over several days just to be safe.”

“Where is Johnathan?” Steve asked as he trotted back into the room. You glanced at Thor, who had already lowered his gaze.

“Dead... Loki killed him...” you murmured.

A long silent moment passed through the group. You didn’t feel it was your place to say any more, and apparently no one else found it necessary to know any more.

“I think it’s been a long night for everyone...” Steve started. “Auden! Can you show (Name) and Thor to their rooms?” he called, causing Tony to snicker softly.

“What’s so funny?” you asked as a petite woman with shoulder length white hair moved swiftly into the room.

“The little cutie has a crush on Thor.” Tony replied just before the girl - - Auden - - reached the two of you. The white haired woman glanced at you before her gaze turned to Thor. A deep red blush coated her pale cheeks and she struggled to find her words.

“H-Hi, I-uh...” she cleared her throat. “We’ve only got one room free at the moment.”

“(Name) can have it. Besides, I have some catching up to do with everyone.” Thor said with a grin in Tony’s direction. The billionaire began walking towards a small wooden crate and pulled a bottle filled with deep amber liquid,

“I think this is a good time to crack open our last bottle...” he said while grabbing a few glasses. Auden touched your arm,

“Come with me.” She said with a warming smile.

***

Auden led you upstairs to a surprisingly large bedroom. The floor was tiled and the white concrete walls shone in the pale moonlight. The woman ran into the room and turned on a few lamps,

“Electricity in bedrooms needs to be kept to a minimal... The power is a little shaky at the moment...” You nodded.

“Okay; I’ll keep that in mind...” You replied. Auden looked over to the right.

“You’ve got a small balcony,” her attention turned towards a closed door, “and the bathroom is through there... and there are a few cabinets and books...” she turned back to you and smiled. “That’s about it...” You nodded.

“Thanks.” Auden then quickly moved towards the doorway, but stopped just before she passed through it.

“Natasha and I are on this level too; and the boys will be downstairs, probably all night... if you need anything... Just try not to get lost, okay?” you half laughed.

“How big is this place?”

“Well, it was originally an old shack, but Tony rebuilt it... It’s kind of like the new HQ for... well... everything... SHIELD, the Avengers...”she shrugged. “Everyone...” she met your gaze one last time, “good night.”

“Night.” You replied before she closed the door. Slowly you wandered around the room. You turned the lamps off before sluggishly moving over to the soft looking bed. You probably should have showered... and eaten... and had something to drink... but you were too tired to even think about moving any more than necessary. However, the lack of motivation for movement didn’t stop your mind from clearly noticing the missing warmth in the large bed. You reached your hand out to the empty side of the bed. “Loki...” A cold shudder ran up your spine. You tried to bury deeper into the blankets; some part of your mind actually thinking that if you wished and longed hard enough, he would magically appear next to you... So stupid... You closed your eyes and tried to ignore the tears rolling from your cheeks.

***

Your dreams were never usually like this... It felt like you were still awake... and yet you were completely surrounded by darkness... You stretched your hands out and tried to feel for a wall, or furniture, or something... but there was nothing; nothing around you but the dark blackness of your own mind. You closed your eyes and quietly groaned; that was when the soft sounds of sobbing began to grow in your mind. Your brows furrowed and you tried to follow the sound. It felt like you were walking for hours, but it eventually led you to a small child sitting on the floor.

This was definitely odd... Everything else was completely dark, except for the boy, and you. It was almost as if a spotlight was shining down on you. You looked up. Only there wasn’t anything above you.

“I broke her...” the boys soft voice drew your attention back to him. The longer you looked at him, the more he looked like - - your eyes widened. Was this... Was this Loki?

“Loki...?” he raven haired boy looked up, his deep emerald eyes meeting your own.

“I broke her... I was angry... and I broke her...” He held out a small cotton doll with a torn arm. You knelt down beside the young boy.

“Why did you break her?” you asked while gently pulling the doll free from his small hands. Most of the small foam beads had fallen out of her body, and her arm was almost completely torn off...

“Because... If I can’t have her, no one can... not even Thor,” a flash of lightning drew your attention back to the young boy - - only it wasn’t him sitting before you... It was the Loki you had become accustomed to. He ran the back of his hand across your cheek, “Thor cannot have you... and yet you chose him over me.” Your mouth fell open as the doll vaporised in your hands.

“I didn’t choose him.”

“Then why did you leave with him?” You opened your mouth to respond; but you didn’t know what to say. “Well?”

“I don’t know... I didn’t want to leave... I want you to come and find me... but I know that if you do, innocent people will get hurt...”

“Then come back to me...” he said while cupping your cheek. “Come back to me...” you leaned into his touch.

“I want to...” you placed your hands over his and lowered your head. He pressed his lips to your forehead and breathed in your scent.

“Dove - -,” suddenly everything went silent. You looked up, Loki was still speaking, but you couldn’t hear him.

“Loki...” you reached up to trail his jawline, but before your hand made contact, the whole world before you disappeared...

***

Your eyes cracked open, and you saw Thor kneeling beside you. You felt his hand on your cheek; but you were too tired to keep your eyes open.

“(Name)...” he said while gently shaking your shoulder. This time your eyes opened and you groaned softly.

“What time is it?”

“Just before dawn... I’m sorry to wake you so early, but the other Avengers want you to attend a meeting...”

“Who has a meeting this early?” you asked while sluggishly sitting up.

“Barton and Stark will be leaving afterwards. They have to have it now...” You nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be out soon...” you yawned while sitting up.

“Natasha has found some clothes, they’re in the cabinet,” he pointed towards a white, wooden cabinet before he left the room.

You sat in the bed for a moment, thinking over the dream. Your hand trailed over your cheek. That’s all it was... It was just a dream... Thor’s touch was what made it feel real... You were surprisingly saddened by that realisation. You wanted it to be Loki trying to communicate with you... but it wasn’t. It was your mind toying with you; tormenting you... Maybe that was why you had bound yourself so tightly to Loki... Maybe you loved the torment; maybe you thrived in his chaos - - and now that he was gone, your mind didn’t know what to do. You were like a lost puppy wandering the lonely streets, imagining and dreaming of a master that you had run from... You threw the sheets from your body and slowly crawled out of the bed. Suddenly you felt all too exposed... You truly felt like a lost dog, and the mere thought of that made you feel dirty...

Notes

Sorry this took so long. I've just finished the first term of Graphic Design, and... well... everyone knows what the last week of school is like, right? Mad dash to the end, right? XD
ANYWAAAAAAAY! I'm not entirely sure about this chapter... It took a little longer to write than I thought, and... well... *sigh* Just give me some time to build up everything that's necessary for the future of the story. I promise it will be worth it. ... I think... I hope... Uuuum... what else...? Oh! I've officially started my 2 week holiday from school, which means that I should be able to do a chapter for this and Unadulterated Smut every week. (Don't hold me to that, but I'll definitely try!!!)
For all those interested, I'm nearly finished Unadulterated Smut chapter 7, so it should be out REALLY soon~
Please review and tell me what you thought of this chapter!! Like I said I don't know if I even really like it, and I need to know what you think!!!