Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - The Destroyer Pt. 2

        "Loki, please say something."

        He hadn't uttered a single word since that fateful day.  He hadn't even so much looked at food for more than a second, hadn't ever nodded off into sleep, hadn't let a single drop of liquid touch his throat.  It was a miracle that he could even cleanse, dress, and walk under his own power.  Now, with the funeral occuring over two hours ago, to Sif, it seemed like it might be okay to start rebuilding, start picking the broken pieces back up again.

        "She wouldn't want you to be like this," SIf comforts, going to place her hand on his shoulder, but he turns away.  He didn't want to let you go like you did to yourself.  He wanted to keep you alive even though you gave it up for him.  With a sigh, she reaches into her pocket and hands him a cream envelope, his name written on the outside.

        "Maybe this will help."  Placing it in his lap, Sif walks out his bedroom, closing the door behind her.  Loki looks at the envelope, and when he spots his name written on the outside in your handwriting, he rushes to open it.

        Loki,

        If you are reading this, it must mean one of these things:

        1) I am missing, in which case I hope you desire my return.

        2) I'm dead, in which case I'm so sorry for not being strong enough.

        3) Some other scenario I cannot think of at the moment and will need to rewrite this letter as an         update.

        Please, whatever the case may be, never doubt my love for you.  Loki, I love you so much, I don't even know what I would do if I lost you forever.  I only hope that you have the same love for me, but even if you don't, mine will never wane or waiver.

        (Continue to read if you are reading this for the second reason only)

        I'd hoped that you'd never had to read this, that maybe it was me who would be reading a letter you'd left for me.

        Really, what is there to say?  Everything is so cliche, and I remember how you never particularly liked them.  So I'll save you the "please be happy"s and "please move on"s because I know that it's not easy, and it's not really fair for me to expect you to be okay in an instant.  (This is assuming that you do care about me just as I do you.)

        So maybe you won't ever find love again.  Maybe you'll be miserable.  I only hoped I died an honorable death, maybe one that saved you, because then I wouldn't feel as guilty that now you're in this situation.  (Maybe that sass made you smile even the slightest.)  In all seriousness, this is all I request:

        Go to Earth and find an orphanage.  Heck, you can even walk the streets and look in the alleys.  Find a child in need of a home.  Bring them to Asgard.  Be their father, just as we always talked and dreamed about.  Maybe you won't ever find a love in having a wife, but find love in having a child.

        Please, be gentle with yourself.  I'm not there anymore to calm you down and to get you out of trouble when your silver tongue fails you.  Simply put, don't do anything stupid.  I would like to imagine that you live a long life.

        And if I haven't said it enough, I love you.  So, so much, Loki.  You were everything to me, and I'm forever grateful to call you my friend and my love.

        Eternally yours,

        (Y/N)

        As soon as he finished reading it, he folded it back into the envelope and tucked it into his pocket.  Wiping the multitude of tears from his eyes, he puts some bread in his pocket and goes to the Bifrost.  Heimdall eyes him.

        "Earth.  Please."  With a small smile, due to Loki's voice returning, Heimdall opens the portal.

        Within a few moments, Loki finds himself back in New York, now darkening from the sunset.  He quickly changes his appearance into Midgardian clothing and begins to walk.  In the first alley he finds, there's a young girl, about five years of age.  She's picking through the dumpster, the remains of the restaurant next door.

        "Hello?"  The girl turns to him.  "Do you need food?"  The girls shies away from him, but hesitates when he crouches down and holds out the bread.

        "You don't have to live like this," Loki comforts.  Seeing that she's still on guard, he tosses the loaf to her, she catching it in the air.  After sniffing it, she tears off a piece and eats it.  Deeming it good, she directly bites the loaf and looks back to him.

        "I'm Loki," he says, offering his hand to shake.  "I understand if you don't trust me.  But I have a promise to a very dear friend of mine to keep, and she wanted me to help a child like you.  So I'll be back here tomorrow with more food.  Are you allergic to anything?"  The girl just stares at him.  With a sigh, Loki stands back up and walks out the alley, Heimdall beaming him back.

        He doesn't break his promise.  Each day, Loki returns with a cloth filled with food, bread with fruits, cheese, and small helpings of meat, and each day, he leaves it for the girl, who would take it once he stepped away.  Only after a month of this did she allow the direct transfer of food, and even with that, she would just swipe it and run to the other end of the alley.

        On the second day of the second month, when Loki arrived, the little girl was waiting for him, sitting crossed-legged in the middle of the alley.

        "(Name that isn't yours.)"  He paused, raising his eyebrow.

        "I'm sorry?" he asks, sitting down in front of her and offering her food.

        "(Name that isn't yours)."

        "Is that your name?"

        "No."  As she ate, she would randomly say two more names, trying to evoke a reaction.  Every day after that, she would guess in this manner, you not understanding.  It would take her five months and eight days to get her desired reaction.

        "(Y/N)."  He snapped his eyes towards her, his heart skipping a beat, and a quick inhale coming from his nose.

        "What did you say?"  She smiles.

        "That is my name now.  It means something precious to you.  That way, you won't hurt me."

        "If I wanted to hurt you, I could have done so."  With a bigger grin, she puts her food away in the cloth.

        "Loki, what did you mean that I don't have to live like this?"  He takes a deep breath.

        "Do you trust me?"  After a pause, the girl nods.  "Well...my friend and I never had a child of our own.  I don't think you have parents."

        "Are...do you want to adopt me?"

        "Yes."  The girl smiles wide and wraps Loki in a hug.

        "What is your friend's name?  I want to thank her."

        "Her name was (Y/N)."  The happy expression of the girl fades.

        "Oh, I'm sorry, Loki."

        Trying to be brave, he smirks, "That's 'Dad' to you."  With a smile, the girl holds out her hand, and Loki takes it.

        "Can we go home now, Dad?"

        "Of course, (Y/N)."