Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

“Give me Love” – Loki x Reader Chapter 32

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"(Name)...” he said, concern filling his voice. You tried to look up, but your eyes closed, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open.

"I... I don't feel well ...” you managed to stutter before being completely consumed by darkness.

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*Thor’s POV*

Loki just managed to catch the (h/c) haired woman before she hit the ground. Odin waved his hand, and three guards hauled the human girl to her feet and carried her out of the room. Loki moved to follow, but was stopped by another two guards.

“Where are you taking her?” the disgraced prince growled to the king.

“To the healers.” He said simply whilst standing. “And you will be going to your cell.” He said as the guards pulled Loki away. Everyone in the room could see how much Loki wanted to fight, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good; Odin could be unmeasurably pigheaded when he wanted to be... Once Loki was gone, the king began descending the stairs.

“Father...” Thor started, “What do you intend to do with (Name)?” he asked. The king stopped and glanced to his eldest son.

“Heal her, then send her home.” He said. “I would send her back now, but the last thing we need is an Asgardian illness consuming all of Midgard.” He then turned and exited through a door leading to his study. The crowned prince turned to his mother; disappointment and sadness on her face. They could both sense the storm that was approaching; they always could... Odin and Loki had clashed in the past, but it never ended like this... Frigga was usually always able to calm the king down before something like this happened... but not this time... She could only be thankful that her younger son still had his head...

And so, everyone was forced to stand by and watch as Loki dove deeper and deeper into anger and depression. He tore everything in his cell to shreds, used his powers against the others in the dungeon, causing numerous injuries and near-deaths, and had unintentionally caused harm to himself in the process. Odin refused to acknowledge him at all, and very nearly managed to escape any mention of (Name), except of course when the healers told him there was nothing new to report on her condition. The more time that passed, the more worried Thor became for both of their lives and safety. (Name)’s condition hadn’t changed, she remained unconscious almost the entire time, and when she was awake, she was barely lucid enough to string together more than a sentence or two; and Loki... well Loki was still consumed by his sadness...

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Thor sighed as he entered the throne room. The prince and his mother had plotted together to catch Odin off guard, and to try, possibly uselessly, to convince him to give Loki a chance. Thor bowed when he reached the bottom of the stairs leading to the throne. Odin raised a surprised brow,

“My son.” He said. “Is there a reason you have come?” he asked. Thor opened his mouth to speak, but in that moment Frigga stepped into the room via the door to the left of the throne. The blond haired prince breathed a sigh of relief, not exactly sure how to start everything off... or how to finish... or how to convince him... or how to control him... really Thor was there for moral support while Frigga did the talking...

“Darling.” The queen said.

“Yes?” Odin answered, glancing over to her wife. She took a steadying breath. Thor was slightly relieved to know that even she was nervous.

“We’ve come to talk to you about Loki and (Name).” she said. Odin raised a brow and glanced back to Thor.

“We?” he asked. The prince smiled nervously,

“Yes... we.” He said.

“I thought you would be happy having Loki in prison.” The king said.

“Not at the cost of his health... or (Name)’s...” Thor replied. Odin sighed and rubbed his temple.

“So you expect me to forgive everything he has done? The betrayals and wars he has caused?”

“No,” Frigga said. “Just allow him to walk about the palace... allow him to be a part of his family once more.”

“He has stated time and time again that he does not wish to be a part of our family.” Odin retorted.

“He is stubborn... a trait that all of the men in this family get from you.” She teased, causing Odin to grumble something under his breath.

“I cannot put all those in the palace - - and Asgard for that matter - - into harm’s way just because Loki is sulking...” he said. “If he is allowed to walk freely, then what is to stop him from causing more trouble?” he asked.

“Tether him to something.” Frigga answered. Odin raised a brow,

“While I do like the idea of tying him to a boulder with an unbreakable chain, I don’t think he would take too kindly to it.” He said with a smirk.

“With magic dear,” the queen sighed. The great king took a moment to think it over.

“What would be his anchor?” he asked after what felt like an eternity of silence. Frigga glanced to Thor, who nodded.

“(Name).” the queen replied. Odin rolled his eyes, earning a less than pleased glare from his queen.

“She is not only a weak human, but also sickly. He could kill her and break free of his anchor in less than an hour.” Frigga sighed,

“You really think our son is completely incapable of loving someone other than himself, don’t you?” she asked.

“His record is against him.” Frigga pursed her lips, unhappy with his answer.

“Father-,”

“Where do you stand on this then?” Odin cut Thor off.

“I do not think Loki would do anything to jeopardise (Name)’s wellbeing... He loves her...”

“He has professed to ‘love’ many women over the years-,”

“Father, that is true... but there is something different with (Name)... When I took her away to be kept safe with The Avengers, Loki came for her, knowing that we not only had the home-field advantage, but also the leverage of her over him.”

“What are you saying?”

“That I think Loki knew perfectly well what would happen if he tried to retrieve (Name), even with all of his weapons and cyborgs, he knew what could happen...” he took a deep breath and released all of the irritation and strain from his voice. “I’m saying that he gave up the rule of Midgard to get her back...” Odin took a moment to take in Thor’s words,

“Very well then...” he said, albeit reluctantly.

***

Thor moved down the cold, damp stairs that led to the dungeons. There were a few torches every few metres, however they didn’t offer nearly enough light to scare away every shadow in the curving, stone stairway. In the distance he heard shouting, probably more of Loki’s mischief, as well as the guards trying to calm everyone down. He took one last breath before stepping into the dungeon. He was blinded for a moment from the surprisingly large amount of light the underground room offered. However, his vision cleared quickly. Prison cells were spread out through the flat level, yellow tinged magic created the glass-like walls of the cells, which stopped the prisoners from physically interacting with anyone outside their cell - - though they could still yell and taunt each other.

He walked passed the cells, earning a few irritable growls and hateful comments from the prisoners. Originally Loki was in the first cell at the bottom of the stairs, but he had been moved as far away from the other prisoners as he could be after nearly managing to talk one of them into suicide. Though, even with the change in location, he still wound up causing trouble. Thor sighed just at the thought.

The last cell at the end of the room was Loki’s. Four guards stood on each corner, magical charms hanging from their necks just in case he tried any mind games. Thor glanced over his dishevelled brother; his hair was a mess, his clothes were torn, and his bright green eyes were focused off in the distance, not on Thor at all even though he was standing right in his line of sight. Why had his mother left him to deal with Loki...? Why didn’t she come and settle him...? She was always good at that... He sighed. It was probably some attempt at ‘brotherly bonding’, but he already knew it wouldn’t work...

“Are you happy?” Loki spat. “Now you can once again try to ‘save’ her.” Thor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Perhaps the quick method would be best – like pulling off a band aid.

“Calm down and you can come and see her.” He said sternly. Loki glared at his older brother for a moment before silently rising.

“Do not taunt me.” He warned.

“It isn’t a taunt.” He said while gesturing to a guard, who pressed a stone on the wall, causing the joins in the magic to gleam brightly and the front pane of the barrier to disappear.

Loki stood up and stepped outside of the cell. It was the first time in days that he had walked more than two steps. His legs were visibly stiff, and Thor could see the slight pain in his face from the sudden strain in muscles.

“Is she awake?” Loki asked.

“She has had moments of consciousness... but nothing of consequence...” Loki sighed and moved to take a step forward, but was abruptly stopped by his brother. The raven haired prince suppressed a growl,

“What now?” he snapped. Thor quickly grabbed Loki’s thin wrist and placed a solid gold band bracelet on him. The younger prince raised a brow, “What is this?”

“The condition that allows you to walk freely within the palace.”

“Freely?” he repeated, slightly surprised.

“It is anchored to (Name). You can go freely through the grounds of anywhere she is, the moment you try to leave the grounds of the palace; both of your lives will start to drain and you will have ten minutes to return, otherwise you will both die. If you try to remove the bracelet, she will die.” Loki’s eyes widened slightly, though not enough for Thor to notice.

“I’m surprised you would agree to such a drastic thing...” he said.

“It was the only way father would allow you out of prison.” He replied dully, dropping his brother’s wrist and starting to walk. “As long as you are out of the dungeons, he will use her to influence and control you...” he said.

“Great.” Loki spat bitterly as they began to walk.

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*Loki’s POV*

Needless to say, Loki’s presence within the general population caused many to whisper and gossip. News had already spread that he had brought a human to Asgard, though the exact nature of the relationship wasn’t clear; some thought she was nothing but a pet, others thought a concubine - - and while they may have been right at one point in time, that wasn’t how Loki saw her now, though he had yet to openly admit that in front of other people. There people who obviously avoided his path, and others - - like Sif - - who glared at him as he passed. Usually he would have come up with some smart remark to make, but his mind was too preoccupied...

Thor entered the healing bay first, followed by Loki – who had tidied himself up a little, new clothes and brushed hair. Frigga was in the room, sitting beside (Name)’s bed, and oddly enough Heimdall was there too.

“Mother...?” Thor asked, his brow raised, Loki ignored the other people and made his way over to the woman’s bed,

“What is wrong with her?” he asked. Frigga glanced over to Heimdall, who nodded.

“The healers couldn’t find out what was wrong... They did several tests, scanned her brain and heart, but found no abnormalities... We went to Heimdall to see if he had seen anything such as this, and he had.” Frigga said before allowing the gatekeeper to continue.

“Some cannot handle the stress of travelling such a great distance. The shock of the travel mixed with the change in atmosphere has taken its toll on her. I have seen this in warriors travelling for the first time. When they come passed me, I tell them to rest for a week, and they will recover.” Heimdall said seriously.

“So she will recover?” Thor butt in before Loki had a chance. The way the older brother looked at (Name) made Loki’s jealousy monster rear its ugly head again.

“Asgardian’s are different to the mortals from Midgard in many ways. Our bodies are far sturdier and do not succumb to illness as easily as theirs do.” The way the gatekeeper dodged around the question didn’t sit well with Loki. A nervous lump formed in the back of Loki’s throat.

“You did not answer the question.” The raven haired man said with gritted teeth. Heimdall eyed Loki for a moment,

“She is weak, underweight and scarred both physically and mentally. I would not expect her to make any form of recovery. I believe she will only get worse.” Frigga nodded to Heimdall, who then left the room. Loki was in a state of shock... He thought she would be safe on Asgard... He thought, though he would be in prison, she would be able to live happily... but no... She wasn’t going to get better... and it made him sick thinking that everything he had done had helped the illness along...

“I need to speak to Odin...” he said, no emotion, no pain, nothing in his voice.

***

That day Loki went to Odin, and almost pleaded with him to give (Name) the gift of longevity; to make her an Asgardian so she would have a chance of surviving. Of course Odin denied his request. Loki went back, the second, the third, and every day for a week; however the answer never changed, and today it looked as though it was going to be no different.

“You have come here every day for a week, asking for the same thing. What makes you think I will change my answer?” Loki was silent, unsure how to answer.

“I-,”

“You may leave.” He said, waving him off. That made Loki’s anger boil over,

“You would let her die then!?” Loki screamed, taking a few furious steps forward. However, the magic seal on him prevented him from coming any closer to the king.

“I would have a mortal life end in the way it should, and not have her linger throughout the millennia.” Odin’s cold and distant gaze sent a shiver down Loki’s spine. “She is of Midgard, you bring her here with the hope that she will quell your boredom while imprisoned, but what happens when she grows old and dies? It would be easier for everyone involved in this ridiculous situation if she passed now...” Everyone in the room was shocked by Odin’s words. Loki’s chest was heaving as he tried to process everything his adopted father had thrown at him; then, with very concise words and the calmest tone he could manage, the raven haired man spoke.

“I did not bring her here to ‘quell my boredom’... I knew the persecution she would face coming here, and that was the reason I did not want her to come here at all. In fact I believe everyone, including her, would have been happier if she hadn’t managed to stop Thor from killing me... but I could not sway her mind. She wanted to come here, perhaps I should have told her how she would be scrutinised and hated for no reason other than existing... but I didn’t... and I doubt even that would have swayed her mind...”

“I will not change her.” He said coolly. Loki opened his mouth to yell and scream and rant at his father, but a hesitant and small girl in a nurse’s garb entered the room. “What?” Odin said dully to the girl.

“S-Sire... there.... there’s something you have to see...” the girl said.

“What? What is it now?” Odin groaned.

“It’s about the Midgardian...”

“What about her?” Loki asked his attention firmly on the girl.

Notes

OMG guys, I am so sorry. I had only planned to take like a week or two off, but it somehow snowballed into like... 6... SHIT... DX I hadn't even realised how long it had been. Between school and everything else, the last like month is just a blur... But I am on holidays now for two weeks, so I should be able to get a little more done now - - though I am reaching the end of the school year, so everything will start piling up (especially since we only have 8 weeks or something in the next term...)
ANYWAY. If you can forgive the lateness of my update, I hope you enjoyed it. It isn't quite as polished as I would have liked, but it's done.
Now, I cant remember how many chapters I promised were left, but as it's travelling now, I can probably see another 5 or so out of the story line that I have prepared. So, guys, we're almost there!!! I did want to finish this in a year (as in a year from the time I started), but I kind of blasted passed that deadline (back in August). But I would like to finish this by the end of October, or maybe mid-November, depending on the chapters. So, my dear reader-chan's, I would like you to do something for me. If I haven't updated within a week and a half of my last update, COME AND POKE ME. Comment, tell me to hurry the fuck up. Do SOMETHING. Otherwise I'm afraid I may loose the grasp of what concentration I can muster. Don't feel like you're annoying me, I need someone on my ass telling me to hurry up, otherwise what just happened may happen again.
Okay, now that that is over, tell me what you think! What do you think is wrong with Reader-chan??? Tell me your theories!!! :D