The Rage Of Lost Lights || Loki x Reader

Chapter|| 15

"Y/N, who is this big, burning dude?" Tony asks over the earpiece even though you're standing literally 6 feet away from him.

"He is-"

"Y/N, my daughter. I was searching for you through all the nine realms, no one would've thought you'd stay on the most boring one," the pile of burning rocks with a face says.

"Sephtis, awful to see you again," you snap at him.

"Sorry, sorry, short intermission. I'd really like to know who exactly you are beside her dad and how exactly you can be her dad?" Tony rudely interrupts which makes Sephtis flames burn more intensely.

"I'm Sephtis, god of eternal death-"

"Blah blah blah, the point is, he's my father but left my mom as soon as I was born to go back to Muspelheim. The lowest of all the nine realms," you explain.

"Oh love, since Ragnarok happened and Surtur exploded with Asgard, I am the one ruling Muspelheim, I'm a king," Sephtis says in an arrogant tone.

"Now I know where she got the arrogance from," Tony says.

"Shut it or I'll fight you with these ugly beings," you warn Stark.

"Ugly? I and my army are beautiful," Sephtir corrects.

"Says the one that looks like a pile of burning trash," you step closer to the invader.

"Seems like you won't come with me without protest, huh?" Sephtir questions.

"I won't come with you at all," you say sternly.

"Well, then I sadly have to fight you, Y/N," he says, giving a sign for the army to start fighting the team.

About 40 dark and disgusting looking demons start fighting. Some come running up to Steve and Natasha just fighting with their hands, others throw fireballs at Thor and Peter.

You look to your right just to see an empty space. Loki must be fighting somewhere in all of this.

As you are concentrated on searching for the Trickster you see Sephtir walking or rather floating up to you,

"Y/N, we could have an amazing life on Muspelheim. You'll be a princess."

"I don't want to be more than I am," you snarl back at him, lifting your arms a bit to prepare your powers.

"Oh, you want to do it the really hard way, huh? Well, if you want to die so badly then I'll be fulfilling your wishes," he states while floating closer to you.

"I'm the strongest creature in the universe, I doubt that you'll kill me so easily," you warn, letting the orbs in your hands grow bigger.

"She told you," he says referring to your mother.

"She did."

"And you'd be ready to kill your own dad?"

"You aren't my father, you're just an ugly creature that's one of my missions," you spit at him.

"You keep calling me ugly, that's rude," he whines.

"Shut the fuck up!" you yell at him.

"Oh Y/N, I thought we could make a great team."

"Just as great as Odin and Hela so you could lock me up after I killed enough people for you to be satisfied? No thank you, I decline," you scowl at the pile of rocks.

"Your choice, I'm sad to have to fight you," he states.

"I'm not," you yell, throwing your first giant orb at him which makes about 50 of his rocks fall off of him and onto the floor.

"Ouch," he says while opening his mouth to spit a ball of fire at you which you swiftly dodge.

"Really? You look like trash and behave like a dragon? Can you get any more embarrassing?" you laugh at the way he tried to hurt you.

"Who raised you this rude?" he asks kind of hurt.

"I raised myself since mom died for me and you just left before I could even speak," you say getting more and more angry by the second.

"You still haven't healed from any of that loss, have you?"

"How can you heal when you keep pretending you're not hurting?" you state, realizing that he just wants to make you soft and vulnerable to distract you from an attack.

Shaking the pain off you fly up in the air making Sephtir float a bit higher than he originally was to be at your level again.

"You think you can do anything I can't?" he laughs out.

"Indeed I do," you smirk while manipulating reality to make 30 you's surround him, all firing at him at once.

More and more rocks break off of his body and fall to the ground, some of them taking out the demons that are still fighting the team on the ground.

Looking down to them for a second you see everyone still being fine, no one is seriously injured but you still couldn't find the god you're worried about most at the moment.

The second you looked back up to Sephtir you see a giant burning sword making its way in your direction. Trying your hardest to hold it off with your powers while also closing your eyes, not wanting to see the smug face of Sephtir while killing you, you just accept your fate. Not quite willing to fight anymore.

After not feeling the fire sword diving into your chest you slowly open one eye just to see the green and golden armor in front of you.

"Loki!" you scream as you see the sword going through his chest and out of his back again.

After Sephtir pulls the sword out of his chest Lokis unconscious body immediately drops to the floor as you use your magic to not let him hit the floor but drop him gently.

You sink to the floor, kneeling next to the bleeding god and putting his head on your thighs.

"Hey, don't die Loki please, stay awake for me," you feel your voice break about three times while saying that sentence. Your lips start to tremble uncontrollably while your eyes get bloodshot the second the first tears start to build up in them.

You gently stroke the Tricksters hair out of his face as he opens his eyes slowly,

"You owe me a death now."

You let out a sobbing laugh while caressing his now even colder skin with your thumb.

"Don't turn blue Loki," you warn him, "I don't want to lose you."

The god smiles as his eyes slowly roll back into his head and start closing again. You look down to his fingertips, seeing them slowly turn blue.

"No, no, Loki, please. This is not funny. Stop the tricks. Don't turn blue!" you partly yell desperately at the not listening god.

You see the blue rise up his neck to his face as Thor comes running to him.

"Why didn't you heal him? Or turn back time? Please Y/N, do something! I can't lose him all over again," the now also kneeling blonde yells.

"I can't- I couldn't-" you stutter as your voice constantly breaks.

You and Thor just watch Lokis dead body transforming back into his Jotun form, declaring that he actually died in a painfully slow way.