Prince of Asgard (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 34 - Loki

Y/n woke up late and I didn't dare leave her side. Even though I had to be with Heimdall right now for the repairs on the Bifrost, I stayed with Y/n. Nothing could ever be more important than her.

Her lovely eyes fluttered open and she looked at me, a lot less scared and much more rested.

"Would you like to rest more dear? I will stay." I whisper to her, my hand stroking her hair.

She didn't reply but shook her head in a 'no'.

"You want tea?" I ask, remembering her habit.

She nodded in a 'yes'.

"Okay." I smiled at her, the warmest I could, and slid out of the bed. Rearranging the covers and tucking her in safely, I placed a pot on the makeshift fire I conjured. I could've conjured the tea itself, but I wanted nothing but the best for her and so I made the tea myself.

Even though I hadn't cared much about her back then, I still had her preferences memorized. She liked to have black tea in the morning, green in the evening, and chamomile for her nightcap. I brewed the tea and poured it in two delicate, white cups. I offered her the tea with some biscuits which she took without a thought.

I sat on the loveseat, sipping away my tea. Y/n was calm but didn't move at all. The biscuit was in one hand and the cup in the other, she stared at them but didn't consume anything. I wanted to ask her what's wrong but decided to give her her time. I rested my own cup on my right knee and continued to observe Y/n.

With a blank look etched on her face, I could've never guessed that she was going to throw the cup right across the room but that is exactly what she did. I watched the cup flying away, spilling the tea and the biscuit followed suit. My reflexes kicked in, I flung my left hand and caught the items with my magic. They hung in mid-air.

I placed the objects on the table near the door, and turned to Y/n with a look of bewilderment to see the same being returned.

"You spiked that tea, didn't you?" I knit my eyebrows, what is she talking about?

"You would've taken me somewhere...creepy and then beat me." She began hyperventilating, her breath became ragged. "You're not even Loki. You're Shuaya. Please stop this simulation. I'm- I'm losing mind." Her hands were moving animatedly, pulling her own hair, fanning her face to breathe. Fresh tears began forming in her eyes as she continued to beg me for mercy, mistaking me for that imp. She sobbed and backed away from me, getting off the bed.

Standing up, and keeping my voice from cracking, I clear my throat, "Y/n calm down. It's really me, Loki. You're safe, in Asgard." She was wringing her hands which were smoking up wildly. Seeing that I'm getting her attention, I continue, "Think about it, I made that tea right in front of you. And if I wasn't really Loki, why are your fingers sparking with magic?"

Maybe she did recognise the logic in my argument and couldn't fault it. The white smoke lessened to small sparks and she looked at me tentatively, still wringing her hands.

Her eyes trailed back to her hands and she screamed again.

"White! My hands! Noo! Get this away! Get this awaay!" Tears left her eyes as she panicked and tried to throw away the white smoke.

White.

She had screamed that before crying. Then it dawned upon me, Yaana was themed white, and the colour triggered her bad memories.

She was kicking back, edging closer to the wall behind her. Her screams continued, her panic on the rise. I had to do something. So I went around the bed, reached her, and forced a projection of green smoke on top of her hands.

"Y/n, hush. It's okay. Look, it's green. Calm down. See? It's green."

She kept staring at her fingers in disbelief as the green smoke danced with them. By now, she was standing with her back against the wall, and I was covering her frame almost as if I could protect her from the horrible things by standing in front of her like this.

"Loki..." Y/n whispered in a small, broken voice, almost incomprehensible but I can recognise my name in any tongue that Y/n might say it in, in any manner which she takes my name.

"You're...really here?"

"Yes, I am." Is what I said. My love is what I was too much of a coward to say.

She whimpered and hugged me. I froze for a moment, not being able to process this action. Soon, I eased into her frame, holding her tight.

Brother never said too many a bright things but one thing he said is that sometimes touch and silence speak the exact language of comfort. Standing here, totally helpless in front of Y/n's sufferings with nothing but my arms and shoulders to offer, I understood the true meaning of his words.

Her shoulders vibrated in my arms as she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. I don't know when the end of her miseries might be, but one thing I was certain of was that she'll always find me by her side. Always.

I planted a kiss on her hair, softly stroking her head. The sounds of her cries brought mine to fall. If there is anything that can hurt me, then it is seeing her in pain. Oh the horrors she was forced to endure, I couldn't even begin. My heart weeps when she weeps, my soul suffers when she has to suffer. If only I could do something to ease her agony.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see her Midgardian bag lying on the floor by the windows and an idea struck me.

I waved my hand in the air and soft music filled the air, the same that was in the music box in Yaana. Holding her head in one palm and the small of her back in the other, I widen my stance and start swaying, whispering words of encouragement in her ears as we began dancing. I remember that she's a dancer and artists have a tendency to make their creative skill their emotional outlet as well.

We dance slowly to the tunes, and she had eased into me completely. I wasn't sure how long before the next wave of hysteria or depression would hit her, but for now she has a moment of peace and no one shall dare interrupt it.

Y/n had stopped crying, at least for now, so I tucked her back under the covers. I gave her a biscuit and a glass of water and she nibbled on them before sleeping right away. Placing a hand on her forehead, I brought her hydration and blood glucose levels to optimum.

I knew what I had to do. I duplicated a clone of myself, not daring to leave Y/n alone and strode out of the chamber, with only one destination in mind.

The Bifrost. I'm going to find that little rat and if he's alive, make him pay. If he's not, well something is going to be destroyed.

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