Mystical Magic (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 22 - One kind soul

You woke with a start when you heard someone by your bed and a deep fear set in. You tried to retreat into the corner, afraid you were going to get hit again but the moment you moved your whole body felt like you'd been hit by a car without your shield and it felt like it was on fire. You cried out in pain and curled up into a ball instinctively, trying not to vomit from the pain, which just caused you more pain, which caused you to cry out again. Nothing you had ever felt came anywhere close to the pain you were feeling now. And you'd been shot before

"Shhh, shh, it's okay. I won't hurt you" a sweet mans voice came from next you. You stiffened to a moment but he didn't sound hostile, so you relaxed a bit.

You tried to stop crying long enough to look at the man that was in your cell with you but through your tears you were only able to make out that he had long brown hair and his left arm was the wrong colour. Like, really the wrong colour.

"Here, let me take a look" he said softly and reached out to take your arm but you snatched it away from him, afraid he was going to hurt you, but you just hurt yourself instead. "I promise i'm not here to hurt you" he said and held his left hand out to take a look at the arm you were holding. You now could see that his left arm was made out of metal yet moved like a real arm. You'd have been super impressed with it if you weren't trying to hold back more painful tears.

He took your arm gently in his hands and examined it. "It's not broken, just dislocated. I'll need you to sit up to pop it back in its socket" he said and helped you to sit up. You felt like you couldn't breathe for a minute, your chest was hurting that bad. It felt like multiple steak knives had been sliced through you. "Im sorry but this is going to hurt too. On 3. 1...2" and before he got to three he yanked your arm up and out which popped it back into the socket and you screamed again. "Im so sorry" he whispered

"Why are you being nice to me?" You asked him between heaving sobs

"I heard those assholes bragging that they'd beat you up for letting their friend die and wanted to make sure you're okay" said, his face full of sorrow and sympathy, which kind of irked you if you were being honest. 

"Oh, well other than feeling like my chest is collapsing in on itself, i'm good" you gave a self-deprecating laugh but instantly regretted it as it just hurt your chest and knocked the wind out of you. "Im Y/N. Id shake your hand but any time I move i think i'm going to die" you said through gasps of air

"I think you've broken or cracked your ribs" he said looking over you

"Well number one, i wasn't the one who broke them and 2, yeh i've got a few of them. I passed out after the second one so there might be more'' It felt like it took you forever to get the words to leave your mouth

"I bought these to tie your chest up, buy you're going to have to take the top half of your suit off" he said as he held up some bandages

At this point you didn't care who saw you in your bra, you just wanted the pain to stop so you nodded your agreement to him and let him help you peel the blood soaked suit from your top half and tie it around your waist.

You tried to sing through some of your favourite songs in your head while this was happening to take your mind off the pain, but it wasn't doing you any good so you gave up.

He started bandaging you up from the bottom of your ribs and when he got to the bottom of your bra you realised you needed to take it off to bandage up your chest properly. You gave the metal armed man a look and turned around so you were facing away from him. You had some dignity left still after all.

Once he finished bandaging you up he wet a cloth at the sink and cleaned off your face for you

"So, what's your name?" You asked him once he had finished, mustering up a bit of that bravado.

"Im Bucky" he smiled to you and came to sit next to you

"So, why is a nice person like you stuck in a shitty place like this?" You asked, nudging his arm slightly

"Oh, i'm not here by choice either" he chuckled darkly to himself

"Oh, well I'm glad you're not choosing to be here then. I might have had to kill you" you grinned to him

"I better get out of here before they notice I'm gone" he sighed as he moved to leave the cell.

"Think you'll be able to come back and visit?" You asked, hoping he would and that he would want to

"Yeh, i'll visit when I can" he smiled as he left the cell and locked it behind him, the sad look as he locked it broke your heart.

Back on your own again you lowered yourself back on your back and tried to get some rest.

***

It seemed like forever until someone came down the corridor to your cell again, not that you were complaining about that.

"You're not going to beat the crap out of me too are you?" You asked as the new guy came into your cell which you just received a scoff in reply.

He came over to you and grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to your feet. Luckily by now a vast majority of the pain was gone and you thanked the gods for your fast healing Asgardian heritage, wherever it came from.

You were taken up a floor to the same experiment room and were fully prepared for them. You'd spent your time since Bucky had visited to come up with the dumbest plan you've ever thought of but it was this or wait to be beaten again.

You didn't even flinch when the first man got shot, it seemed normal by now and you waited for them to uncuff you. You pretended to rush over to the man but instead of healing him you unleashed a massive burst of magical energy that sent everyone in the room flying backwards, smacking their heads against the wall and knocking them all out. Like hell were you going to just let them imprison you again and not fight back.

You dragged the man who had brought you there out of the room with you and moved to the elevator with him as fast as you could and used his thumb print to open the elevator. While you were in there you threw his arm over your shoulder and half picked him up, much to your ribs disagreement.