In Another Life • A Loki/Fixing Marvel FanFic

Chapter 3 : In Another Life

I woke up to a dull, throbbing pain radiating from my torso, and as my senses slowly returned, so did the sharp, biting ache in my legs.

Fucking hell.
My mind raced in a fog of confusion and panic. Am I paralyzed? The thought hit me like a sledgehammer. Is my life over? Visions of my future crumbled into dust—no work, no college, no chance to live out the life I'd dreamed of. All because someone—Henry, it must have been that idiot Henry!—drove straight into the car lift.

"Meredith?" A voice pierced through the haze of my spiraling thoughts, soft and concerned. Oh god, am I so badly injured they don't even recognize me? Panic surged again—Am I unrecognizable?

I forced my eyes open, expecting to see a hospital room, maybe even my body wrapped in bandages. Instead, I blinked in confusion as I took in the sight before me—stone walls, dimly lit by the warm glow of sconces, guards standing at attention, and... What the fuck? I nearly gasped aloud. Why is Rene Russo here? My mind struggled to connect the dots. Was I dreaming? Or had I finally lost it?

The woman who looked exactly like Frigga from the Thor movies smiled warmly, a smile that seemed to carry a thousand unspoken comforts. "Hello," she greeted, her voice soft and soothing. "I heard you were waking up, so I came as soon as I could."

I blinked rapidly, my brain trying to catch up with my eyes. "Oh. Why... what... sorry, where am I? Why are you here? And why are you dressed like that... wait." I looked around the room again, taking in the richly adorned tapestries, the polished stone floors, and the distinct Asgardian architecture. It was all too familiar, too vivid to be a dream.

"Are you feeling alright, Meredith?" Frigga—or was it really Frigga?—asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

"Yes? I... I don't know. Um... am I dead or something?" The question slipped out before I could stop it, a wild, desperate grasp at some sort of explanation.

She laughed softly, a sound that reminded me of bells chiming in a gentle breeze. "No, you are not dead."

"Mother!" A booming voice echoed through the room, reverberating off the stone walls. Thor—Thor, the god of thunder, as real as life—strode into the room, his presence commanding.

"What the hell!" I tried to sit up in bed, but the moment I did, a searing pain shot through my abdomen, radiating out to every limb. It was like being struck by lightning, a shock so intense it left me gasping for breath.

"Stay down, Meredith," Frigga urged, her gentle hands pushing me back onto the bed. "And please, watch your language. It is not ladylike." I stared at her, wide-eyed, my mind reeling.

Is this real? Is this actually Frigga and Thor? Am I really in Asgard?

"Um. What happened?" I managed to ask, my voice shaky as my gaze flitted between Thor and Frigga, searching for any hint that this might be a dream.

"You were nearly killed by a Frost Giant that broke into the weapons vault," Thor explained, his voice serious as he took a seat across from Frigga. The way he said it was so matter-of-fact, like this was just another Tuesday in Asgard.

"Frost Giants? Am I on Asgard? As in... Asgard?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, fear and wonder mingling together. They both nodded. "Am I dead? Is this... is this heaven?"

"Are you sure you're feeling alright, my dear?" Frigga asked, her eyes soft with motherly concern as she placed a cool hand on my forehead. "You're in Asgard. You've been asleep for a long time—you were badly injured."

My mind raced, grasping at any explanation that made sense. So, I'm either dead and this is some version of heaven, or... I've somehow traveled into the MCU. But how? Why? As I struggled to understand, a flood of images and memories that weren't mine began to overwhelm me—memories of a life as Meredith, of a father and mother, of friends and siblings, of training, of war, of Loki and Thor, of Frigga and Odin. It was as if these memories were suddenly mine, as real as anything I'd ever known.