Our Dreams (LokixReader) {COMPLETE}

Chapter Two

(A/N: If you don't like whump, you may want to skip between the '*'s. Thanks for reading!)

(Your Pov)

With a breath, you feel your energy shift to the closest point where you traced his magic. Your eyes open to see an empty hallway, painted the darkest hues of what could still be considered grey. Lights implanted into the ceiling flash on and off as you walk, your connected line of magic leading you straight towards him. Towards Loki.

You follow this pull, desperate to find him. There had always been this unspoken agreement between the two of you, for each of your comforts and safety. That your dream and physical lives would not become intertwined. You agreed it would be for the betterment of your relationship, able to live both as who you wanted to be, and who society expected you to live up to. An Asgardian prince in love with a midgardian would no doubt spell trouble among the courts- and reversely, an otherworldly being arriving on Earth because of a telepathic connection would single-handedly cause Earth's conspiracy pyramid to crumble.

Not to say either of you wanted to keep your lives separate, always trying to think of the best way to introduce yourselves. There was always the doubt in your mind, if he wouldn't look, act, say, or be the same way he did in your dreams.

But for Loki to reach out now, so helpless after disappearing for so long? It made you wonder what could have changed. Well over half a century of being friends, and then lovers, nothing actually made you take the leap to meet.

When you arrived at a door, without thinking- you tried the handle. Of course without even considering if it might be locked. Still fresh after a teleportation, and with magic still active from tracing his energy, your frustration at being locked out melts the handle. Rendering it useless to try and pick.

With not too many other options, you use your magic to seep through the cracks in the door. You grip it tightly, tearing it clean off the wall. It cleared the hallway, landing roughly somewhere behind you.

For two seconds, you almost doubted Loki was even in here. The cell was cleared of any furniture, windows, water, food, light- anything and everything. Before your eyes landed on the lone figure, curled in on himself to the point you nearly missed the chains hanging off his wrists and ankles.

But his eyes- even the dim light of the hallway bounced off of them, causing them to shine a brilliant green. The only real color of the whole cell, besides the dark red stains from times no one should have to remember.

"Loki." You choke on the word, who lived in your mind never daring to match the man in front of you. By the time his head moved up to look at you, you were already by his side. His mouth opened to presumably greet you in some way, though no sound came out. "Shh, it's alright. I'm going to get you out of here." You smile, placing a gentle hand on his temple. You open a channel to his mind, searching for a way to unlock the cuffs.

You didn't expect every one of the barriers around his mind to succumb to your presence, fading as if they never existed in the first place.

*

When you open your eyes, you realise they're not your own. Instead, you peered through Loki's eyes, just days after he arrived on this cruel ship. 

A memory. This was his memory. Thanos had taken him as punishment for not delivering the tesseract, taking him from the Asgardian prison which he resided.

The door flew open with a clang, causing Loki to jump. It may have only been days, but the constant deprivation had started to take its toll. Every limb sagged, the hunger in his stomach tearing through his insides. His lips had cracked from the lack of water, his magic shackled just as his hands and feet.

A plate of food was thrown across the floor, the stale roll bouncing off and onto the ground. Loki barely had time to reach for it, before a hard blow struck the side of his face. Busting his lip, and cutting just above his eyebrow, the whole area bruising over with pain. He barely noticed how the strike made him flip back against the wall, palms scraping against both the floor and his chains.

"Did I say you could eat?" The Maw sneered, finding Loki's silent reaction satisfying in some way. "Consider this a mercy, traitor. Or else this will be the last time you're fed." He laughed, Loki not daring to meet his eyes. He knew what these aliens could do. He's felt this pain already. He should've known better.

With nothing more to say, Thanos's right hand strode out of the room.

Loki refused to think about eating the rest of the day, anytime he did the alien's words playing over in his head. Hunger is a very, very slow, and painful death. Thanos had his ways of knowing things he shouldn't- or that should be impossible for him to figure out. Loki couldn't trust his own mind around the titan, yet alone on this wretched ship.

It wasn't until a bang on the door echoed around the room did he next hear words. One word: 'eat'. Followed by strings of cruel laughter, foot soldiers crowding down the hallway.

He would have devoured the roll in one bite, if not for the pain of even opening his mouth. If not for his pain-

*

You pull your hand away, not daring to continue this memory. You've lived through your own hell before- and this... this was so much worse. They didn't care if he lived or died- only that he suffered. And suffered, and suffered until he stopped breathing. Hydra wanted to use you- these monsters wanted nothing more than to torture Loki.

"Oh Love," You sigh, running a hand along the side of his face. You could still see the evidence of the injuries he received, no doubt still burning with pain from not being healed in the slightest. If anything, they looked worse. Layered atop other inevitable beatings, and his lack of sleep, and food- You wanted to stop thinking about it. You wished he never had to go through any of this.

You kiss the first uninjured spot you find on his forehead, lacing a spell around it. You had no way to unlock his cuffs- and you were sure he wouldn't like your solution. "Rest now." You murmur, finding some small peace once his eyes closed.

You place a hand on his cuff, memorizing its exact placement on his body. As well as every other restraint they had placed upon him, making sure to make this as safe as possible. Teleportations are easiest if an object is simply laying on another, like books on a shelf. When an object is entangled with another, that's when accidents happened.

You focused your energy, surrounding Loki with the Tesseract's magic within you. You imagined his body without the restraints, just as he was from your dreams. And with an exhale, you teleported the two of you.

To your room at the Avengers tower. Relief floods your lungs, until you remember the Asgardian leaning against your shoulder. You quickly rest him on your bed, summoning a blanket to drape over him. Then- just as magically- you summon a tray of tea, setting it on the bedside table with a small note.

'Be back soon, Love.'