"WHAT THE HECK!?" I screamed out, my anger blazing forth as I stepped towards him and hit him hard in the face. "Don't you EVER touch me again." I hissed as I spun around and continued to the safe house.
(Third person pov)
Loki hissed and grasped (y/n)'s wrists once more, holding her firmly facing him. "You don't have to fight me."
She looked utterly petrified at the very sight of him so close, her hands shaking visibly.
"I do-"
"Why? Because it's heroic?" he released her, pushing her back a little and circling her, his eyes narrowed. (Y/N) moved to attack - almost instinctively at the seeming reminder that she should be doing so. Loki grinned and pounced, catching her in his hand once again and steadying her. Continuing. "Because you think it will make your leaders, your avengers, proud?"
(Y/N) swallowed hard and ah, there it was. Her wrists jerked against Loki's grip.
"No good leader would ever encourage their warriors to start a fight that they have no chance of winning."
Finally, she ripped herself from his arms and growled a repeat of her earlier statement, "Don't you ever touch me like that again."
(Y/N)'s pov
Loki brandished a playful grin, his formally harsh serious manner fading away as quickly as it had appeared. "Come now, it's not like you didn't enjoy it."
I shook my head, 'no comment' I thought as the safe house/abandoned cabin came into view.
He came up beside me, examining the cabin. Suddenly he gasped, collapsing, and his eyes glazing over with flecks of a bright, unnatural shade of blue. I reacted out of habit, catching him in my arms quickly. His eyes were open but it was clear he wasn't conscious there with me. "Great," I muttered irritably.
(Loki's pov)
I hit the suddenly altered ground with a thud that was much more painful than it should've been as I felt the familiar chill run up my spine. I opened my eyes and found myself in the realm of Thanos, a place all too familiar, horrifyingly so. A chitari general stood before me, his sharp teeth forming a terrifying sneer as he moved closer through the darkness. I opened my mouth to speak but was unable, my voice was gone. I strained to speak, my nonexistent voice coming out in a strained whisper, as the chitari approached me, "You have failed, Asgardian, for this you will suffer."
He pulled out a dagger as I tried desperately to speak. Defending myself was impossible, I didn't even try. Pain overwhelmed me as he plunged the dagger into my side, my mind slipping back into reality with a crash of lights and deafening sounds. My ears filled with a ringing that only got louder and louder, soon I recognized my own screams blending with the noise as my entire body felt as if it was being compressed. My sight flooded with blinding psychedelic patterns before snapping to pitch black.
(Y/N)'s pov
He still wasn't moving, I waved my hand in front of his face. 'This is awkward' I thought to myself, 'I should go, I could run to the plane, contact shield.' I turned, but then he moved, letting out an ear-splitting scream as the blue retreated from his eyes, his hands clasping over his ears in agony before falling limp once again. He was conscious, but the sweat streaming down his jaw and the dilation of his pupils told me he was far from fine. I opened my mouth to speak, but then I saw it, a stain of dark liquid on his side, slowly spreading through the thick leather. I looked back in the direction of the plane and then back at Loki, 'this is a bad idea' my mind practically screamed as I knelt beside him still supporting his back and neck with my arms.
He gave me a strange look, as if to say 'what are you doing!?' Ignoring his weird facial expression I examined the wound, "I can't do anything with all this leather in the way." I grumbled, freeing up one of my hands to try and fiddle with the complicated array of straps.
He rolled his eyes in a pained attempt at irritation. The upper half of his body began to glow a bright green so bright I had to shield my eyes. When the glow finally disappeared I was left a completely shirtless Loki. Trying my best to hide the sudden heat on my cheeks, I moved him slowly to a nearby tree, helping him to lean against it in a semi-sitting position. I reached down and ripped a thick strip of fabric from the bottom half my shirt, "Use this, press it to the wound," I wadded the fabric and pressed it into his side to demonstrate, causing him to wince in distress, "like that. There's a med kit in the ship, I'll be back." With that, I made sure he was applying pressure properly and took off in a sprint for the plane, which I reached rather quickly. I rushed in and ripped the med kit from its compartment.
Then I froze. I could go right now. Fly off and return to shield as the hero who killed the enemy. But could I really do that? Could I really leave him there to bleed out? I'd never been the one to take a kill shot or leave a man behind to die. I shook my head, 'There's no going back now.' I turned and broke into a run, 'I'm coming'.
(Loki's pov)
She left. She had said she'd be back but I don't believe her. I gasped and winced in pain as I felt the life draining from my body, I'd failed at my task but this was better. I'd rather simply die than go through all the tortures that Thanos can concoct. Any second now I'd see her plane fly by overhead, and it'd all be over. I let my hand drop from my side, allowing the blood to flow out freely, and I closed my eyes and waited for it to come. But then I heard something, 'footsteps?'
(Y/N)'s pov
I ran as quickly as possible, doing my best not to trip on the thick foliage or roots and twigs underfoot. When I finally reached him I hissed, he'd let his hand slip, and his wound was worsening by the second. "Idiot, what part of press it to the wound did you not understand?" He was half conscious, his eyes flickering open and closed in an extremely worrying manner. "I'm sorry," I whispered as I poured the antiseptic into his wound. Then he was conscious, letting out a loud cry of anguish as the antiseptic sunk into the cut. My head tilted thoughtfully as I got a clearer look an the incision. The blood flow had been overwhelming, but the wound itself was relatively shallow. Yet another aspect of this that made no logical sense. I shook my head and reached into the kit, readying my supplies, "This is gonna hurt." I warned begrudgingly as I readied the needle, "I have to close the wound now."
He looked at me, his eyes full of pain, and he glanced nervously at the needle, "Do what you must." He groaned in a weak but steady voice.
I nodded, "Here we go." His skin was unimaginably tough, causing the process to be even more painstaking, I winced every time the needle punctured harshly through his flesh, drawing an outcry from his lips as I sewed the wound shut. By the time I was finished he was almost completely unconscious, "It's done. You're going to okay." I said more for my own reassurance than for his as he slipped away into complete unconsciousness.
