Loki one-shots fanfiction ♡

34. haven't had a dream in a long time

Amora trapped Loki in a body of a cat. The spell would wear off on its own, sure, but the problem was that Loki would have to survive until the day he turned back into himself.

Surviving a street in New York was a struggle when he was all by himself, utterly defenseless and, frankly speaking, small.

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Pairing: Loki/Steve Rogers

Takes place after Avengers: Endgame in which Steve Rogers isn't an old man :)

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If Loki had to guess, he would say this was the closest he'd come to death. It was a close call, and if his heart was still hammering frantically against his tiny rib cage, he was trying to slow down his breathing, to stop his trembling. He was somewhat safe, at least for now. The dogs couldn't find him here, or so Loki hoped as he hid behind a trash can in a dirty alley. He watched what could've been his four-legged murderers run past his hiding spot, still shaking, still couldn't quite cool down from his panicked state.

The dogs' barking began to fade away, and when everything — including the frantic beating of his heart — was silent, when he was sure they wouldn't return, Loki carefully moved away from the shadow.

Then he whined when sharp pain from his hind leg shot up through his small feline body. He hadn't been bitten by those dogs, which he considered himself lucky enough for that, but during Loki's running for his life minutes earlier it seemed he might've stepped on something, some sharp object, and it cut through his fur-covered skin in the process. He hadn't felt the pain then, because of the adrenaline rushing through his veins, but now that it had died down. Loki turned to look, he was bleeding.
(The wound itself wasn't life-threatening, but getting himself hurt while in this state only meant things were going to get even more difficult. It meant surviving, long enough until the spell wore off and he transformed back to himself, was going to get harder when it was already hard enough. And he was aware that if he got killed while being trapped in a body of a cat. If the next time he got chased by a dog and he wasn't fast enough... if he died, that would be it)

He also hadn't eaten anything in two days. His stomach was growling more savagely in protest now, and ignoring it was starting to get almost impossible.

Loki thought about returning to that Chinese restaurant, but the picture of what happened the last time was still vivid in the back of his mind; the animal control nearly got him, and he couldn't risk that again, especially with his now wounded leg slowing him down.

Maybe there was something edible lying around here, just to keep his body from starvation. But the thought of himself — of what he once was; a god, a prince — stooping so low that he'd eat from a trash can just to keep himself alive. If anything, it was his pride that was hurt the most.

Then, "Thanks, Sam. Appreciate that," a voice caught Loki's attention. It sounded far, but not too far away. And really, Loki would've paid it no mind, hadn't it been for the familiarity of that voice alone. He must have heard it before, that much Loki was certain, but when and whose voice it belonged to...

He couldn't see anything from where he stood, so he, while favoring his injured leg in the process, limped forward until he could see what was going on.

There Captain Rogers stood under a tree with a device, Loki was sure Midgardians called phone, pressed against his ear. Captain Rogers had his brown cap on, part of his face was hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but Loki recognized him nonetheless. The last time Loki saw Captain Rogers, he was trying to conquer Earth (before failing miserably)

He did not expect to ever see Steve Rogers again.

Loki nearly reflectively hissed at the sight of his former enemy alone. No, not former. They were still enemies, weren't they?