Whumptober 2021

Day 8 - Coughing Up a Lung

Title: Not a Scratch
Theme: Pneumothorax
Rating: PG13
Characters: Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson, Heimdall, 
Words: 503
Warnings: violence, stabbing, blood, protruding bone, death

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There was a sickening thud and a loud scream of agony that followed making Loki pause in mid strike of a Vanir, who managed a strike to Loki's arm, snapping the raven haired man back to attention and sunk his daggers into the god, and turned towards where he heard the sound.

It was the same area that he last saw Y/N.

He was seeing red, killing any and all Vanir that came into his path, as he silently cursed Odin for the damned war against the race that should be their equals. He was pulling his dagger out of a poor soul's neck when he spotted her, crumbled against a tree, her hands holding her side as she took short, ragged breaths. He could see her lips turning blue, her eyes tight as she whimpered between breaths.

"Y/N!" Loki yelled, running up to her, his daggers falling to the ground as he knelt next to her, looking her over.

"I'm...fine...Lok--ee," she managed between breaths, "Just...a...flesh...wound...and...bruise."

"Like Surtur it is," Loki cursed, reaching for the plate that covered her chest, but the sight of blood on the side, where the plate didn't protect, made him hesitate. He could see bone protruding through her tunic.

"Heimdall!" Loki yelled, carefully picking up Y/N, waving his hands over his daggers to make them disappear. He looked around and saw Thor throw his hammer at an unfortunate group of Vanir, turning towards him.

"Y/N is hurt," Loki explained.

"Go! Take her back! I'll hold them back," Thor replied, catching his hammer only to swing it to connect to an unfortunate soul's head.

The crack of ozone had Loki looking up, Y/N almost limp in his arms, her head resting her head against his shoulder. Blinding light surrounded them, lifting them through space towards Asgard. He looked down at the girl, her hair whipping around her face as they ascended to their world.

"I got you. I'll get you to the healers and they'll fix you up," he promised, forcing a smile even though her skin started to look ashen.

"I...ever...tell...you..."

"Shh, save your strength, Y/N," he chided softly.

"No...I...always...liked...you."

"We'll have time after you're healed for you to profess your love to me." He gave her a half smile, trying to make it reach his eyes, to give her hope.

"I...do..." She took a ragged breath that sounded like Thor's lightning before closing her eyes. He pleaded with the Norns that she was just sleeping.

When he stepped onto the platform, light dissipating around them, he noticed that Heimdall had sent for the healers right away. Several rushed towards him, taking Y/N from him gingerly, but she had gone completely limp now, unresponsive to anyone's touch.

They didn't even bother taking her to the chambers, saying her life force already had left her. The news shattered Loki, making him fall to his knees with a look of loss and anger across his face. Heimdall couldn't offer any words, knowing the god of chaos will not be consoled.