Avengers One Shots & Preferences (COMPLETED FOR NOW)

Loki - Blood Red Truth

(I'm sorry it's a little spicy near the end. And super long 😅 Cross-posted from my GIF imagines book!)

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Jotunheim was a frigid and unforgiving place. Granted, you'd never expected to end up there with Thor, Loki, Sif and the Warrior's Three, but even as you walked through the halls of Asgard's palace, you could still feel the intense cold burning at your skin.

Odin had rescued you and the rest of the ragtag warriors from Jotunheim a mere ten minutes ago. Thor was still hungry for Laufey's blood, frustrated with his father for coming to your rescue before he was able to destroy the rest of the Frost Giants.

Both you and Loki had only gone to keep Thor, Sif and the Warrior's Three safe from harm, yet Volstagg had returned with frost burns and the rest of you were marred and chilled to the bone.

You were headed to your chambers, well aware of how enraged Odin was by the group's decisions. Thor and Loki were currently being scolded in the throne room, and you had no wish to endure the king's infamous short temper.

The memories of being in Jotunheim were present in your mind, like fresh wounds. You'd heard tales of Frost Giants as a child, but you'd never expected to see them in person, less so swinging an icicle at your skull.

And then there was Loki. The handsome prince living in his elder brothers shadow. Your best friend ever since you encountered him on your first outing to the palace as a future royal healer.

He'd kept you at his side while he fought with all his might, using his daggers and magic to defeat as many Frost Giants as he could. You wielded a similar set of knives but were inefficient and clumsy compared to him. You weren't a fighter, but you had forced them to let you come along so you could ensure none of them died.

You had watched Volstagg receive his frost burns, grabbed during combat by a Jotun. As he cried out the warning to avoid letting them touch you, Loki gasped.

A Jotun had a firm grip on his forearm, and you remember how panicked you were, expecting frost burns to swarm along his skin and destroy his soft tissue.

Instead, his pale skin darkened and became a deep blue, the Jotun cackling as the blue tint consumed more of Loki's arm.

With a swift movement, Loki had slit the throat of the Jotun holding him, and the dying body fell to the snow. You stared at Loki, who hadn't noticed your gaze.

He examined his forearm, trembling as the foreign colour began to recede and diminish. Before he could notice you staring at him, you whipped away and refocused on the battle.

The battle was long past now, but it remained fresh in your mind.

How could Loki, son of Odin, be turned the same shade of blue as a Frost Giant rather than receive frost burns?

The question burned in your mind as you entered your chambers and set about cleaning off the blood and sweat from your tired body.

The hot water was a blessing after the intense cold that was native to Jotunheim, but it stung all the little nicks and scrapes from the battle. You were lucky you got off with so little in the way of injuries, especially with your lack of fighting expertise.

Though, perhaps the only reason you survived at all was that Loki protected you.

As you finished up in the bathing room, you dried off and dressed in your nightclothes. A golden silk nightgown that clung to your figure and a midnight blue fluffy coat to cover you up should you have to leave your chambers. It reached your calves, large and soft, like being swathed in clouds.