Loki x Reader - Give Me Love

Time seemed to fly when you were talking with Thor. Well... it could have been the company, or it could have been the everlasting darkness that made you lose your sense of time. Whichever it was, you didn’t particularly care. You just liked talking to someone who you weren’t afraid of, someone who didn’t threaten you with violence or rape, someone who was genuine.

It only took a few hours and Thor basically knew your entire life story. Your colourful home life before Loki took over, a Mother too zonked out on anti-depression medicines to notice the uselessness of her boyfriend, a father who was never there, and the rest of your family, backstabbing, manipulative and cold. You didn’t want to weigh him down with your issues, but, you couldn’t stop yourself, you were like a broken faucet, releasing every word that came to your mind. After moving past your family, you told him about your friends, with whom you had lost contact with soon after the incident in New York. That was when you felt the tears begin to slip down your cheeks. Were you a bad person for caring more about the safety of your friends than your family...? You tried to cover the tears with laughter and feigning a speck of dust had flown into your eye, but you were a bad liar, and an even worse actress. Thor reached between the bars that separated you and gently placed his hand on your shoulder.

“What are their names?” he asked softly.

“W-what?” you asked, not understanding why that, of all things, would be important.

“If they made it to one of the refugee camps The Avengers set up, their names would be on a list. They do it to ensure families aren’t broken up, and so they can be reunited.” Immediately your head snapped up, and the tears stopped dead. “I cannot possibly remember every name on that list, but I can find out for you...” You looked for a long while into his cerulean blue eyes, not sure whether you truly wanted to know... What if they weren’t okay? What if they were still hiding in (Town)? What if - - You took a deep, calming breath and closed your eyes,

“(Friends names)...” you listed slowly, allowing Thor enough time between each to remember all of of them.

“Okay-,”

“And...” you quickly added. “And, (Family member’s names)...” Thor nodded slowly, offering you a soft smile, which you returned.

You breathed in deeply. It felt like a weight had been removed from both your chest and shoulders, allowing you to breathe in properly for the first time since you had arrived in Stark Tower. “Okay, enough about me...” you said, wanting to change the topic as quickly as you could, “what about you?” Thor’s smile faltered for a moment, before it returned. You could tell it was more forced than before. Maybe asking about his history wasn’t the best idea...

***

After hearing a brief overview of Thor’s family, you felt a little selfish... and sympathetic, and pained... Thor’s and, at the same time, Loki’s past made your own history seem like a walk in the park. There were no threats of war lingering on every small decision you made and you didn’t have to be a beacon of light for an entire world... Sure, you had a rotten family at times... but at least they hadn’t tried to kill one another... very often. There was one thing that stuck out in your mind as he spoke...

“Why wouldn’t your father send help to stop Loki...?” you asked mindlessly. By this time you had moved to sit directly opposite Thor, and you were able to see his already sombre expression sadden further.

“I was forced to destroy the Bifrost, which also destroyed the link between the realms. It took my father many hours and an excessive exposure to Dark Energy just to open the portal for me to get here. I do not think he, or anyone for that matter, would be physically able to open a gateway long enough for an entire army to come through...” your brows furrowed and you nipped at your lower lip,

“Well... that sucks...” you muttered, thinking Thor couldn’t hear you. He did, and started chuckling. You felt a faint blush colour your cheeks, feeling a cross between embarrassment and idiocy mixed in your stomach. However, those emotions were quickly replaced with laughter and happiness. Thor’s laughter was horribly infectious and before you knew it, you were rolling around on the ground, holding your sides and giggling uncontrollably.

***

Over the next few days you started opening up to Thor more, and he did the same. Being around him made you feel normal once again, but his presence didn’t completely extinguish the fear of The Teacher, or Loki. The first night, you barely slept at all. Instead, you waited for Thor to fall asleep and then paced along the thin cell, keeping your mind busy remembering every little detail of it. Along the back wall was the old, rickety metal bed frame with a mattress that was so thin it was like cardboard. A tiny cordoned off area in the back corner was your bathroom. You shuddered when first realising what it was, and hoped you didn’t have to use it too much over the week... Other than that, there was nothing else really in the cell, so you spent the rest of the night tracing the grout in the walls and cracks within the concrete. The lack of anything was another reason you were glad Thor was there. To waste time you would play stupid childish games or tell stories, anything to pass the time, and slowly you found yourself able to relax more and more, and, by the third night, you were able to sleep through.

***

On the fourth morning, you were awoken by the soft murmurs of Thor, and... who was that...? You focused on the second voice. It sounded like that Barnes guy... You rolled over and cracked open one of your eyes, cautious to make sure you still looked asleep. The two men stopped talking for a moment, ensuring you were still ‘sleeping’, before continuing.

“Is there anything else? It’s been a while since any of them will have heard from you, they’ll have a lot of questions...” the brunette said,

“Such as?” Thor asked.

“Why you’ve decided to come back to the rest of the world after nearly four months of shutting everyone out...” anyone else listening into the conversation probably would have mistaken Barnes’s tone for one of complete disinterest, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. Thor paused for a moment and looked over his shoulder, almost in your direction, before turning back to the brunette man.

“Brother Bucky...” he started, “just tell them I have found myself, nothing more need be said.” He finished slowly. The brunette sighed and stood before walking out of the room.

Thor leaned back on his elbow and closed his eyes.

“How long are you going to pretend to be asleep?” he asked, turning in your direction with a smirk playing on his lips.

“Just a little bit longer...” you murmured softly, unable to stop the smile from creeping onto your lips.

***

For three days you and Thor had had semi-peace. But... there was something that had nagged in the back of your mind since you first saw him from the hallway when The Teacher was taking you to Loki... Loki wanted to destroy The Avengers, he wanted to freely rule the Earth, probably before moving onto other worlds, so why? Why would he leave Thor alive...?

“Is something on your mind (Name)?” he asked, taking up his place next to you. You didn’t want to ask him such a thing. When The Teacher had said something about it, Thor became angered. You gnawed on your lower lip and shook your head,

“No.” you squeaked out, refusing to make eye contact with The God of Thunder. Thor chuckled and rested his head against the brick wall.

“I may not have known you for very long, but I know what your ‘thinking face’ looks like.” He said with a toothy grin. You sighed to supress the laugh that had built in your throat. “So what is it?” Thor urged again. You glanced over to him and sighed. How were you going to phrase it...? Would it better if you just made something up on the fly? No, you were very rarely good at making something up on the spot...

“Why did Loki let you stay here instead of...” you cleared your throat, unable to finish the sentence. You were both silent for a moment while Thor thought over his answer.

“I lost someone, and in the process, I lost my way as well... He wants me to live with the poor decisions I’ve made since New York...” He explained slowly. The hurt and pain in Thor’s voice made your chest tighten. Slowly your hand moved to his broad, muscular shoulder, just as you were about to say something, the door to the dark room slammed open, blinding the both of you temporarily. You didn’t need to see who it was though, the dark, controlling laugh clued you onto who it was...

You really wished he would just fuck off. Every time you thought you were free of him, he came back, angrier than ever. However, your irritation for The Teacher didn’t mean you weren’t afraid of him, and as he made his way into your cell, you could feel your knees knocking.

Thor wrapped his arm around you and lifted you up before forcing you into the corner where your cells met the brick wall. The Teachers expression darkened.

“I know what you and your minions had to do to get her here, unless you want Barnes’s true intentions to come to light, you will release her.” Both of your mouths fell open. How... how could he know? Had he overheard Bucky and Thor talking...? What? What had happened to clue him onto what Bucky was doing?! Thor’s hands tightening around you brought your mind back into focus.

“I will not give her to the likes of you.” Thor growled. The Teacher chuckled and stepped further into your cell.

“Now, I tried to play nice, but you’ve both pushed me too far now.” he pulled what looked like a remote control from his pocket, only... it wasn’t a remote control... One end of the device lit up, and made a crackling and buzzing noise. It was a Taser. The Teacher stepped forward once more, and you tried to move further into Thor, that was when you realised something. You were both tightly pressed against metal bars.

You couldn’t move forward, or back... you were stuck.

“When you turned your back on everyone and everything, is it true you were no longer worthy to hold that precious hammer of yours?” You looked over your shoulder to Thor. His mouth had firmed a firm and straight line and his eyes shimmered with a darkness you had never seen before. “Are you still able to absorb and redirect electricity without your hammer?” The Teacher pressed the button on the Teaser once more and quickly pressed it against the metal bars.

You were frozen. Your mind screamed out for the rest of your body to move, but it didn’t. You watched as the soft light slowly made its way down the wall of metal bars and round the corner to you. That was when you felt it. Not the searching pain of an electrical shock; you felt Thor’s grip on you loosen before he shoved you forward into the thin mattress. As you fell towards the mattress, all you could hear was the racing sound of your heart, and the muffled laughter of The Teacher.

When you hit the mattress, everything came back to a normal speed, and you were able to clearly hear Thor’s pained groans. You tried to sit up and rush back over to the Thunder God, but The Teacher suddenly reached out and grabbed you before hauling you out of the cell, leaving Thor alone to try to recover from the electric shock.

***

You were dragged back to Loki’s room by your hair, you tried on more than one occasion to break away from The Teacher, but his strength and momentum stopped you every time. When you finally reached the room, you were thrown onto the plush bed as The Teacher entered the room and slammed the door. Immediately you were taken back to the other day when he -- Your stomach knotted and you were all too sure you were going to throw up.

The pudgy man chuckled,

“I promised myself that I wouldn’t take you again... but seeing you so helpless on the bed...” he reached down and slowly began to stroke himself as his eyes closed. “I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself...”

“... Why...?” if you hadn’t said something, you probably would have broken down into sobs. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to show him weakness, and you weren’t going to, not after everything Thor and Bucky had done for you. You felt your eyes burn with anger. “Of all the girls you could have, why do you insist on ME?!” Your voice broke under the emotional strain, and you could feel your chest heaving.

The Teacher looked like he was in a state of complete and utter shock. However, it took only a moment for him to recompose himself.

“You want to know?” he growled, striding forward swiftly. “You really want to know!?” In less than a second he had a tight hold of your hair and hauled you upwards until you were barely in inch away from his face. “I am allowed one girl... one girl. I train them along with the others, and once the training is complete, I take them.” He looked you up and down before continuing. “But you ruined it.” He growled, dropping you back onto the bed. He then turned around and paced, trying to rid himself of the anger. When you shifted on the bed, he stopped and sharply turned around. “You were supposed to be mine, but he took you that night, and claimed you as his own.” His visible irritation started to die down, but the darkness and emotion in his voice made you tremble ever-so-slightly. Just stay silent, he was angry, don’t do anything to push him further... He suddenly laughed bitterly, “It was completely by chance you know. He had no interest in you until that night. I know for a fact he wanted one of the other girls!” You hadn’t noticed, but while he was speaking, he had picked up a small glass object, and in his rage, he threw it against the wall, shattering it into millions of little pieces.

Immediately you retracted your legs, pulling you knees to your chest before moving further back on the bed. The Teacher then strode forward and caught you by the neck.

“He doesn't like people touching his property. Well... neither do I.” he pushed you to lie down on the bed despite all of your struggling. “So I'm going to take you once more before he returns, and you will say nothing to him of any of this.” He growled.

“Is that so?” a voice called from the doorway. You craned your neck to see who it was, and you swore a choked sob escaped your throat when you saw who it was. Loki...

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