(Whilst writing this one, I listened to the Thor soundtrack, the song entitled "Brothers Fight." It's quite epic. Oh, and please look up the foreign italic words if you are interested.)
VVV
CHAPTER NINETEEN
"If only something precious as time had a price
Instead of endlessly taking its toll on my soul
Oh, so many if onlys running through my mind
What ifs and storybook endings time after time
If only, if only you could have been mine
I'd take you."
-Into the Blue
Two concussive bangs.
They vibrated his armor.
The air shivered.
Loki's heart stopped.
He turned, disoriented, his gaze flying through the cavern as his head rang.
"See if she is alive," Doom commanded.
Loki blinked.
She?
Jane?
His heart began pounding so fast there was hardly a space between the beats. His unfocused gaze swept wildly through the room.
There—he caught sight of the bearded man who had grabbed her in the hall, standing a level down, his gun in one hand, his attention downward. But Loki could not see Jane.
"What have you done?" Loki gasped. He felt as if two iron shafts had shot through his gut—an absent tear spilled down his cheek. "Where is she?"
A keening, choking sound came from the bearded man's feet—and Loki saw the edge of Jane's coat.
The next instant, Loki was beside her—magic surged around him and sent him sweeping across the empty space—and he threw himself onto his knees on the metal.
"Get back!" the bearded guard ordered, pointing his gun at him.
Loki lashed out with his right hand—a white blast, like a cannonball, shot straight through the guard's middle. The man crashed into a pile of machinery and collapsed, shattered. Loki did not even look at him.
Jane lay on her back, her face contorted, her dark eyes searching the ceiling, tears streaming down her temples. Her feet kicked weakly and her upper body shook—her hands pressed hard down on her middle—blood soaked her fingers and her shirt. Loki's hands fluttered over her, then found hers—they were slick and hot.
"Jane!" Loki cried, though he could barely make his throat work. "Jane? Jane—can you hear me? Jane...?"
She answered with a tight, visceral yelp and a choked sob.
"Oh, Jane..." Loki's eyes filled with tears. "Jane you must listen to me—I need you to breathe, all right? Stay with me? Jane?"
Her neck strained and she wrenched in a rattling breath.
"Oh, alskling, please," Loki begged, forcing his hands underneath hers and pushing his fingertips into the heated wounds, yanking tendrils of magic out of the air and trying to bind them like tourniquets, but they wouldn't hold. He let out an animal wail through his teeth, his white, blood-covered hands slipping. Jane struggled to breathe.
"All right, all right, we can...We can just...Jane, I need you to trust me," he rasped, panic rising in his throat. "I...I can repair this, but you need to...Jane?"
Her throat convulsed, and her eyes lost their focus—fluttered shut. He stopped.
He reached down and took hold of the side of her head, smearing blood across her pale cheek.
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Fallen Star
FanfictionAll Loki wants is revenge-the Cube may be his key. But when he hides his identity to get info from Jane Foster, something inside him shifts. And when the Cube is stolen, Loki must choose between vengeance, and the woman he fears he can never have.
