Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 22 - Loki

Y/n was pushed on the floor and she rested her back to a wall slowly and meekly. She didn't acknowledge anything, silent tears streamed down her face and except for the occasional and very frequent groaning, no other sounds were made. I yelled out her name and each time got nothing. I should have never listened to Heimdall and his assurances. Now that I think of it, he only ever said, 'Y/n is no longer on Asgard.' It was I who had assumed, wrongly, that she was safe on Midgard.

I pounded on the glass, tried to break through it but all my attempts were returned empty. I was exhausted from the efforts and was panting when the door on my side of the cell opened. Shuaya walked in with his pockets full of his hands and his ego.

"Dude shut up, she's not gonna respond."

"And why do you believe that?"

"Because I...nevermind, I'll show you."

He pulled out a tablet from the inner pocket of his robes, and swiped to activate a video of sorts on the screen. On the other side, the doors blasted open and in walked me. I, Loki, of Asgard, walked in through the doors.

It's a simulation.

The sounds and voices from that side were being fed into my side through speakers that Shuaya now enabled. I walked closer to the glass and pressed my palms on it, thoroughly engrossed.

My sim ran up to Y/n and told her that she's safe now and that they can go home to Asgard. He was panting and healing Y/n, checking behind him as if he expected someone to sneak up on them. Her injuries looked like they were healing but it was just another illusion over her real wounds. He made sure not to touch her, lest she could tell it's an illusion, but I don't think that would've mattered anyway.

She didn't move at all, didn't even look at the other me. I have no idea how many times Shuaya ran her through this simulation or how many other simulations were there, but one thing is definitive. Y/n has broken down, physically and mentally. There is no way she could care about me actually being there.

I will kill Shuaya with my bare hands. Anger filled me up as I turned around, ready to pack in a punch. But he wasn't there. I looked at y/n again and spotted Shuaya creeping up on y/n while her field of vision was obscured by my copy.

"Y/n! Watch out!" I yelled, banging my fist hard against the glass. But it was of no use at all. Shuaya reached her, tearing through my hologram, and grabbed her by her throat. He pulled her to her feet and changed to grip her by her neck, he looked at me panicking and slammed her head against the glass.

Shocked by the act, my fist clamped my mouth, tears welled up in my eyes as I staggered backwards. I couldn't bear to look at her like this, being subjected to horrors that even I would not use, even on my worst enemies. I turned my back to y/n, to hide my pale and shattered face. My breathing was too rough and the tears didn't cease. This is an absolute nightmare.

Our torturer came back on my side and probably wore the look of a smug triumph. My face was still buried in my hands and I trusted my voice to betray and give away my sense of horror. Yet, I had to say what I have to say.

"Let me heal her." A soft croak, barely audible.

"What?" Shuaya yelled, on purpose.

I turned on my side to face him, "Let. Me. Heal. Her."

He made the quick calculation of the fact that this cannot backfire as she'll probably not accept my presence as real. Her mind is far too crossed to differentiate between reality and illusions. That's what he knew. But what he didn't know was the fact that I'll be able to pass on my magic to her and she'll realize that I'm actually here at once. I wanted him to think that he's in control and that his position is safe.

"Fine, but I'll only allow 15 minutes."

"Done." I rushed past him and crossed over to the other side.

Y/n was lying on her stomach by the glass wall, holding her head. Constant groans and crying punctuated the atmosphere. I rushed up to her and in small careful motions, flipped her over. I sat down and took her head in my lap. A tear rolled off my cheek and got lost in her hair.

She looked at me but of course didn't believe it was me. I looked to my side of the cell to see that Shuaya had left and I breathed a little easier. A Sedh was standing outside, no doubt to take me away after 15 minutes.

"Oh y/n, I'm so sorry." All the effort that I had been putting to put on a brave face evaporated. I held her hands and did a quick scan. There was absolutely no scarcity of wounds and injuries. I focused my magic, full scale, on lessening her pain first. Then I healed her head and face injuries. Most of her cuts were healed too but some were really nasty. I couldn't force too much of magic into her system in such a short duration, so I absorbed the remaining of the pain. I summoned bandages and other ointments to properly clean and seal the wounds I couldn't heal, time restricting.

All the while, she looked at me with an awful lot of recognition and an awful less of hope. She was terrified to death and even more to find that she had enough left in her to still hope. I didn't pause in between lest the time ran out, but I got glimpses into her mind and the space that was once utterly brilliant was now left dull. Strings of dark fibre were entangled like cobwebs, her mind was in an absolute state of chaos and imbalance.

With a few minutes still left to go, I wiped my tears and smiled at her. I allowed the tide of my emotions to take over me because, right now, I was with Y/n and was able to bring her relief even if it were little.

Smoothing out the creases on her forehead, cooling her overheated body with my cold palms, I bent down and softly placed my lips on her forehead.

You'll be okay, my love. I'm here for you. A silent promise passed between us and it was time to leave.