Lady Raven {A Loki Fanfic}

𒊹︎Chapter 31𒊹︎

Quick question - are you guys genuinely wanting Loki, Raven and Bucky to go to Paris?

Loki's POV

I ran quicker than I ever had before. I was running for Raven, for Thor (believe it or not) and more importantly my sanity.

After being stuck in a void with nobody else but yourself, it really does change you. Who would've thought a Loki could be that utterly brain dead.

I looked around and saw what looked like a branch with small twigs forming off from it, in the sky. Each line glistened and moved, it was mesmerising to watch. Raven would've enjoyed it.

The body of Alioth continued to wrap around itself, forming a dome and in the centre was a mansion. It was one of those old fashioned houses with the spires on the roof. I figured that'd be the way out of the void and so I started to run once more.

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The doors on the house were taller than me. I went to knock but they opened as soon as I lifted my arm.

"Hey you! My names Miss Minutes!" A clock appeared in the air.

"I beg your pardon?"

"My name is Miss Minutes, and I'm here on behalf of the Time Variance Authority, also known as the TVA. He Who Remains is waiting for you in his office and he'll explain everything."

"He Who Remains?"

"The man behind it all!" Her high pitched southern voice squeaked.

"Hallucinations," I muttered.

Luckily, she disappeared into thin air which left me alone with my thoughts. I looked around the room and noticed all the fine details on the statues and pillars dotted around the room. They all had intricate designs and patterns on each individual pillar.

I made my way towards the elevator and pressed the only button available which said 'office'. The elevator was strangely large and has very annoying music which blasted in your ear as soon as the doors closed.

This mansion felt oddly quiet and peaceful. It didn't feel right so I decided to conjure a flaming sword, just in case when I got out the elevator, someone would attack me. A little bell dinged and the doors opened revealing another large room.

There was a desk, placed in front of a wide, circular window which looked out towards the branches in the sky.

"Hello again," a voice spoke up.

"Sylvie," I smiled.

"And the two variants meet once more!" A mans voice boomed.

I watched as a man appeared next to me, then next to Sylvie, and then he appeared back to me, and he finally moved towards his desk.

"You must be He Who Remains," I said, pointing my sword.

"Stopwatch still calls me that?" He laughed.

"Wait, Stopwatch is real?" I asked.

"Well yeah," Sylvie muttered.

The man seemed amused at my confusion. He was a mewling quim, the worst I had ever seen. His cheap purple cloak and green shirt. And he had some weird super quick moving ability. I didn't like him.

"Who are you?" Sylvie asked, taking control.

"Well I am, He Who Remains," he laughed, "but you may not know me, as I prefer to sit on the side lines, watching your every move. As you can see, I control everything, what you are going to do. Every step, every breath, everything, is in my control. And that works perfectly for me because you can't kill me. I can predict everything because I control it!"

"Bullshit," Sylvie made a quick move towards He Who Remains and he caught her hand.

"Don't believe me? Why don't we have a little chat."

Ravens POV

"Well how soon?"

"Its hard to tell but maybe your brother could have a better idea? He was the one who casted the spell," Frigga said.

"How did you know it was Harry?"

"Everyone has their own magical signature. Me, you, Loki."

I was only making conversation to pass the time. I also didn't fancy seeing Harry and Draco because I couldn't trust him. Draco was slightly more trustworthy but not by much. Frigga's words bounced in my mind for a while. Surely if it was Harry that casted the spell, he could just simply fix it.

My mind was clouded with different questions and I sat there staring into oblivion until I felt a hand grip onto mine.

"Loki..." I whispered.

"I told you it would all be okay," he smiled.

I quickly hurled myself towards him, pulling him into a bear hug, squeezing him tightly. I heard a slight hiss in pain and I quickly let go.

"I'm okay, I promise," he chuckled, pulling me in and kissing me.

"I'll let you two have some privacy," Frigga said, leaving.

Loki pulled me onto his lap and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands travelled down my waist and he gripped onto my hips, forcing them closer to his. My legs were fixed around his waist as we continued to kiss.

I didn't want to go too far and put too much pressure on him because he had only just woken up after being in a coma for a few days. I felt Loki's hand drift up to stroke my cheek and my thoughts immediately went to the fossil.

"Oh really? Maybe I dont want to fight you," his words rung in my head.

"I need to tell you something," I pulled away from Loki.

"What is it, my darling?"

"Cap..." my words completely vanished and I felt my eyes prickle with tears.

I could see Loki's worry and then I felt him present in my mind. I thought about the event and let Loki see what I had gone through.

Loki's jaw clenched but his eyes stayed soft and comforting. I could tell he was angry, hungry for revenge. But he was also sympathetic.

"You're safe now," he whispered into my ear.

I rested my face on his shoulder and I felt one arm slither around my waist and the other start to stroke my hair. It was strange. My life was so fixated around sadness and the whole week had just been so eventful. Loki, however, was back, meaning I could always talk to him.

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"Where is Steve hiding?" Loki asked.

"France apparently. He's probably there with Mother Bitch," I said.

Bucky and Loki were both in the mood for revenge. They seemed to have grown quite close friendship wise too.

"Guess we're going to France then," Bucky said.

"I'll stay here with Sif," Nat butted in.

She was lovestruck. They had been inseparable ever since they first fought each other. It was cute. And cringy sometimes.

"To France," I muttered.