The Consultant (Loki x Male Reader)

2. germany

3rd pov

it had been two days since akhil's death. y/n had yet to show any grief over the loss; he had an unsettling stoicism over the whole matter. he and loki had just checked into a hotel in munich, germany, the city "schmidt" is supposed to be in.

y/n had tried to get rid of loki, but gave up early on due to the lack of energy and the possibility of needing his help later.

idris, akhil's son, was kidnapped by hydra and is being held somewhere. y/n needs to find out where.

"who is schmidt?" loki finally asked, sitting on one of the small twin sized beds. y/n was out on the balchony, smoking a cigarette and looking out at the city.

y/n took a long drag and exhaled the smoke. "he used to work with hydra. he gives me names and info on anyone involved with hydra and i hunt them down. he's the only one in the entire operation that knows my address."

"so you think he gave hydra your location?" loki asked.

y/n nodded. "we're going to find out tonight. last time i was here with schmidt he liked to hang out at this one bar. i bet he'll be there."

***

the bar was full of patrons and comfortable chatter. y/n scanned the bar for a familiar face and his posture changed from relaxed to tense when he found it. he tapped loki's arm for him to follow and they both came up on each side of schmidt.

the bartender walked up to them with inquisitive eyes.

(i used google translate for most of the german so please bear with me 💀💀)

"bier," y/n said, then looked to loki to see what he wanted. loki just shook his head. y/n pointed to loki and looked back to the bartender. "wasser."

the bartender nodded and began getting their drinks. y/n looked down to schmidt who was already staring at him in fear.

"hallo, schmidt. wie gehts? (hello, schmidt. how are you?)" y/n asked, smiling emptily at schmidt.

schmidt had yet to say anything. the bartender returned with their drinks and y/n took a large gulp of the beer.

"duetsches bier, ich habe es vermisst, (german beer, i've missed it,)" y/n said, swirling the beer around in the glass. "hast du hydra erzählt, wer ich wohne? (did you tell hydra where i live?)"

"nein, nein," schmidt said, shaking his head vigorously.

y/n's casual smile slipped off of his face and he turned to stare blankly at schmidt.

"sie werden mir die namen derer sagen, die erzählt haben, und warum sie es ihnen gesagt haben, (you're going to tell me the names of who you told, and why you told them,)" y/n said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. "oder ich töte dich. (or i'll kill you.)"

loki had no idea what they were saying, but through y/n's tone of voice and schmidt's body language, he could tell that schmidt was guilty.

"ich habe niemandem etwas erzählt! (i didn't tell anyone anything!)" schmidt pleaded.

in one swift move y/n had grabbed schmidt by the back of the head and slammed his face down onto the bar. the bartender and bouncers rushed to stop him, but with one hand held out, y/n held them in place with his magic.

"ich glaube du hast mich beim ersten mal nicht verstanden. ich will namen. ich will gründe. (i think you didn't understand me the first time. i want names. i want reasons.)" y/n said, his cigarette hanging out of his mouth as both of his hands were occupied.

"zach hillary, penny white, und bruce smith! sie hätten mich getötet, wenn ich geschwiegen. (zach hillary, penny white, and bruce smith! they would have killed me if i kept quiet.)" schmidt said, squirming under y/n's hold.

y/n brought a hand to his cigarette to take it out of his mouth. everyone in the bar was still under his hold regardless. loki watched silently, looking around the room at the people. y/n had grown powerful, so powerful it was scary. loki is finally coming to realize just how important it was that y/n didn't lose himself. he was dangerous. his hunt of the hydra members is blurring his morals; soon he'll have none at all. if he reaches that point there will be no hope. there will be no redemption for him.

loki took a shaky breath. y/n took a drag of his cigarette.

"was wollen sie fon mir? (what do they want with me?)" y/n asked, still pressing schmidt's face into the bar.

"ich weiß nicht, ich weiß nicht! sie haben mir nichts gesagt. aber ich weiß, dass sie bis ende der woche in paris sind, (i don't know, i don't know! they didn't tell me anything. but i do know that they're in paris until the end of the week,)" schimdt said.

y/n smiled and took his hand off of schmidt's head to pat him on the back. schmidt began laughing as well, slowly sitting back up in his chair. y/n put his cigarette out on schmidt's sleeve, causing the man to frown, yet he did nothing as y/n stared at him with daring eyes.

"danke schön, schmidt. until next time," y/n said, giving one last final pat to schmidt's back before he finished off his beer and slid off the bar stool, loki following suit.

schmidt watched y/n's retreating back and desperately reach for the knife in his pocket, wasting no time to hurl it at him. due to his haste, he threw wrong and the knife was headed for y/n's raven haired companion instead.

loki turned around to see the tip of the blade inches from his face and in an instant y/n's hand was clutching it. y/n pulled it away from loki's face and inspected the knife, reading the inscription on it. "blut und ehre."

y/n took a deep controlled breath as he looked down at the blade. he placed dark eyes onto to schmidt who had gone ghastly pale. y/n couldn't hide his seething rage, it evident on his face and in his jerky movements.

"sie haben nie aufgehört, hydra zu servieren, oder? du warst immer ein widerliches schwein, (you never stopped serving hydra, did you? you were always a disgusting pig,)" y/n seethed, walking closer to schmidt.

schmidt didn't get a chance to defend himself, y/n throwing the knife so that it pierced schmidt's temple. he fell forward onto to the bar, blood dripping down his face and onto the chipped wood.

"verrotte in der hölle, (rot in hell,)" y/n rasped, glaring at the dead schmidt before twisting around and heading for the door. with a wave of his hand he released everyone from his hold. no one followed him and loki as they walked out.

"so... what's the plan?" loki asked hesitantly.

"we rest here tonight. tomorrow, we're catching a train to paris," y/n said, staring down at the cut on his hand from catching the knife. he traced his fingers over it and healed it with ease.

loki exhaled slowly as they continued to walk down the city streets. they used to have so much to talk about, but y/n was no longer as welcoming to conversation as he once was. loki didn't know what to say.

"...thank you for catching the knife," he finally said, his eyes glancing at y/n a few times. he was still just as beautiful as the last time he saw him. of course it's only been a little over a year, but y/n has changed.

"you would have if i hadn't. it's not a big deal," y/n said curtly, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"right," loki sighed.

***

it was late in the evening when they arrived back at the hotel. y/n dug into his suitcase and pulled out a bottle of pills, dumping some into his hand and swallowing them dry.

"what is that?" loki asked, sitting down on his bed.

y/n shed his shirt and loki barely managed to tear his gaze away and give y/n privacy.

"melatonin supplements. it helps me get to sleep," y/n said, sitting on his bed and looking at his phone.

"are you not going to eat before you sleep?" loki asked, finally noticing how malnourished y/n looked. he was muscular, but he was still frail.

"i don't have an appetite," y/n replied, placing his phone on the nightstand and pulling the covers over himself as he got comfortable in bed.

"oh," loki said, getting situated in his own bed, though he knew he wouldn't be able to fall sleep any time soon.