Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 6 - Y/n

"Like I care."

He spat those words so easily despite the pain. It was so so so easy for him to say that yet those easy words broke my reality. He really did intend to kill me if it weren't for Heimdall. He was going to kill me. He was going to kill me.

That thought repeated in my mind without fail since it dawned upon me. I just couldn't let go of that. All my energy was leaving me, like the blood. The blood. I'm bleeding. I tried to stem it by pressing a towel on it. Only I didn't move. I thought I did, but I couldn't. My lips quivered, repeating that bloody sentence. Every muscle in my body went limp, I was weak.

How could he ever even think like that? Hurting me for nothing. Why? Why? WHY? I kept asking myself yet the only reply I got was the sound of my blood dripping past my fingers.

I was in my own head when I heard Loki straightening up. He must've healed by now. Oh how I hated him. My adrenaline kicked in and I was anew with anger and hatred.

I looked up, from Loki to Heimdall and back to Loki. That menace, how dare he! I bared my teeth, "So I was nothing? No one? At all? How dare you use me like that? You bloody trickster! You lying, scheming scamp! I...I trusted you! I...really did. And now I know I was mistaken! To hell with you, Loki!" The flow of my words, tears, and anger was undeniable. There was no stopping.

My hands were shaking, my head was throbbing, and I was losing blood. Yet telling Loki off was necessary. I had to let him know.

"Heimdall, I don't know what my purpose or use here is, all I know is that the longer I'll stay, the longer I'll be tricked and misused. His magic is strong enough without me and I am happy enough without him. I request you to open the Bifrost and let me go."

I was met by utter silence. Heimdall was calculating, calculating how to fix this mess maybe. There was no need. I am not staying for even a second in this God forsaken place. I. Am. Done.

"I will, in due course. For now, allow us to heal your injuries."

My anger was boiling to even care about my wounds, but I was feeling woozy and was already stumbling around. I let go of my anger, saved it for later, and agreed to go with Heimdall.

I allowed Heimdall to hold me by my elbows while trudging along. He took me to the medical chamber where the kind ladies were ever so kind to tend to my wounds. I had a little more than okay blood loss but it was nothing that they couldn't handle.

I was on my bed before dark, and I was left alone with my thoughts to wander. I still couldn't believe the menace of the man, yes the man. He had lost his respect, no way in Hell I'll ever call him a God. Let him rot for all I care.

Thump.

Oh not again. I wouldn't have minded this if it were some other day, but not today. Seriously, why does he have to sleep with a plethora of women? Every move of Loki served the sole purpose of filling me with rage and by God I collected the rage each time.

I jerked my head towards the huge glass windows and focused on the sky. It was getting darker by the second as rain was imminent. It never failed to follow me.

As I lost myself in the rain, I recalled the past few weeks here. My magic had grown strong, I could hold onto it for hours now. At first I needed to be in constant touch of Loki to be able to use it, but now a simple touch of the hand suffices. I can even read minds without having to touch another person. Of course, if it's Loki, then I'll have to touch him. Else most of the times he simply blocks me away.

My train of thoughts was disrupted by the grand entry of Thor, apparently the news of Loki's literal backstab had reached him.

"Lady y/n!" His voice boomed stronger than the thunder outside. "I heard of what passed. It is unfortunate." His voice solemn now.

I sat up, nodded and acknowledged his gesture.

"If it makes you feel better, you can practice your combat with me. I have seen enough of Loki's skill and abilities, I can guide you just as well." He spoke softly, like he meant every word.

I smiled and said, "6 AM day after?"

He smiled back at me and I knew then, he meant his words.

The heavy downpour took our attention. It smelled sweet as usual.

"The rain...it's been different since she has been here." Thor spoke in his mind.

Smart man. I was impressed by his observations.

"It is. Rain around me always carries this fragrance. And rain is always frequent around me." I smile and offered Thor an explanation in a sweet voice.

His brows raised and he blinked his eyes a few times. He was still processing the fact that I could perform most magic like Loki.

"I wish you and I had this bond." He said wistfully before leaving my room.

I chuckled and tried to imagine how that would feel like. I had always liked Loki, his calm, silent presence as opposed to Thor's boisterous energy. Loki always seemed in control of everything and never stopped trying, even in the worst of the adversities.

I heard footsteps in the hall and by the manner in which my fingers sparkled a dark green, I needn't see to know it was Loki, probably goofing around with his maiden of the night. Heimdall had placed me right next to Loki's chamber with a discrete passageway so that I could access him without a noise, fastest if need be for me to use magic. The arrangement had thrilled me then, enraged me now.

I close my eyes tightly, pillow wrapped around my head. I could not believe that he still had the nerve to go about his normal routine. Oh right, it was him who destroyed my world, not the other way around. I shut everything off and drifted to sleep, thanks to the meds.

---------- Time skip ------------

I woke up with a jolt, to the sound of something breaking loudly. Metal clashing against the floor, like someone was sweeping my stuff to the floor. The noise still ringing in my ear. I opened my eyes to two bloodthirsty Sedhs, swords drawn, hungry for me, and no impatience at all.