Loki Imagines

14| A Calming Voice

Warning: Mentions loss of family members, PTSD-like experience
Word Count: 1114 words
Quick A/N: This one is personally one of my favorites. It's a rather short one, but I find it cute. It also features some Russian (that I hope is spelled correctly). Still have yet to see the Loki episode where Tom sings. ~July 12, 2021
Timeline: 2018, after Ragnarok
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Thunder shook the entire compound. She shot up from her bed, her powers illuminating the room with a blue glow, her sword illuminated. In her other hand, she clutched onto the small stuffed animal she had from what was left of her family as her eyes searched the room. Her breathing was heavy and quick, although she seemed to not get enough oxygen into her system. The door to her room opened and she stood up, pointing her blade at it.

"Darling, it's just me," Loki held his hands up in surrender, his eyes filled with worry. "It's only me," She gently put her hand down, sword disappearing, and he quickly pulled her into a hug as the next loud roll of thunder erupted above. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking as the noise moved, her free arm wrapping tightly around Loki. "I know, my dear, I don't like thunder either," He scooped her up in his arms and placed her on the bed, making himself comfortable next to her. He pulled the blankets up over them, his arms still wrapped around her.

He drew shapes on her back as he tried to help calm her down. Her breathing was ragged. "Breathe, dear, please. It's going to be alright, I promise."

«Я боюсь,» She whispered, her voice cracking as tears began to fall. «Заставь его остановиться.»

"It's just a storm, my dear," He began, rubbing his thumb on her cheek to wipe away the tears. "No one is here to hurt you."

«Бомбить.» She could hardly speak as another crash of thunder shook the building. She buried her face into his chest, clutching onto the small stuffed animal.

"There is no bomb, darling. There is nothing here that can hurt you. I promise you are safe with me." He held onto her tighter, kissing the top of her head. Although he would've loved to make her his queen, the two weren't a couple. He was amazed by the girl and her ability, even though the others seemed to be a bit wary of it. She was never one to talk about what had happened before the Avengers found her, but Wanda filled him in with what she knew. Similar to the redheaded witch, [Y/N]'s family was killed from an air strike. She was the only one found alive.

Thunderstorms, fireworks, planes, and even sudden loud noises from movies triggered her fight or flight response: she'd conjure up her beloved sword, Защитник, and almost become stuck in a trance, determined to slay any enemy in her path. Loki always tried to help calm her down by all means necessary, but tonight seemed to be the worse she had ever gotten.

Quietly, he started to sing a song his mother sang to him when he was a boy. She looked up to him, her breathing slowing down. Thunder boomed again, causing her to jump, but something about Loki's calm and relaxing voice singing "Jeg Saller Min Ganger" soothed her. His eyes were closed as he sang, his arms strongly around the girl. She rested her head back on his chest, her eyes slowly drifting shut. Thunder roared, but it was as if she couldn't hear it. She only focused on the God's quiet and beautiful melody. He noticed that she had calmed down, her eyes still shut as he finished. He smiled and kissed the top of her head once more, he too drifting off to sleep.

When morning awoke, [Y/N] was no longer there. Loki sat up, his eyes searching for her as he looked around her room. When he couldn't find her, he quickly wandered to the living room where he saw Steve and Natasha. "Have you seen [Y/N]?" He asked.

Natasha nodded over to the window and Loki's eyes trailed over there. He watched as the girl sat cross legged quietly outside as she sharpened her sword. "She's been out there for a while now," Nat spoke, looking at the God. "Hasn't spoken a single word to us."

He looked back to the two then walked towards the girl. He approached her slowly, careful not to alert her. "I'm sorry for last night," Her accent was thick when she spoke, her eyes not daring to look at the God's. "I appreciate your help."

"How are you now?" He asked, kneeling down so he would be at the same level as her. Her hand continued to move along the blade as she sharpened it.

"Fine," She muttered. She held the sword up, blade pointed upwards. "Did I wake you this morning?"

He carefully took her hand in his after the sword vanished. She looked at him in question. "No, my dear, I woke up because I was simply worried about you and curious as to where you had gone."

"As I said," She pulled her hand off of his. "I am fine." She looked down in her lap, biting her bottom lip in thought. Without a word, she shook her head and stood up walking back inside.

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She hardly spoke to anyone for the remainder of the day, but barely anyone noticed. It was only when Peter had turned on Star Wars when [Y/N] left the others. Worried, Loki left as well. He followed the girl back to her room and quietly opened the door, seeing her sitting cross legged on her bed, tightly holding the stuffed animal. Her eyes were closed and she sniffled as tears slowly fell down her face.

"[Y/N]?" He quietly spoke. She quickly wiped away tears, her grip on the toy still tight.

«Да?» She muttered, turning towards him. He slowly approached her and sat on the bed next to her. Without a word, he gently pulled her into his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead, in which she began to cry again. "I miss them."

"I know, my dear. I would bring them back if I could," Loki muttered, his arms tightly wrapped around her. "But for now, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Can you sing again?" Her voice was quiet and she looked up to him. He carefully moved one hand up to her cheek to wipe away the tears, and he smiled.

"Of course, darling," He spoke before quietly singing once again.