Loki X Reader

Demon's Entrance

Amongst the chaos, You, Thor and Loki fought side by side. There was so much going on. People were screaming, things were on fire. You had long since discarded the overcoat that Loki always wore on his armour and were instead smashing things with your boots, fists, elbows and knees. Out of the three of you, you were the only one immune to a Cyndarian's fiery skin.

Loki was struggling. There was no moisture in the air for him to make enough ice to use, or for you to dump water on everything. Thor was smart however, creating air vacuums and attempting to make it rain.

"I have to say-" Loki called as he fought. "You look incredibly sexy when you're fighting in my armour." You groaned, smiling widely. Thor wasn't listening. He was too busy not being a witless oaf for once, catching the attention and screams of many a flaming creature as the rainwater poured down on them.

"Not too bad yourself." You shouted, flexing your wrists and sending a shard of ice into a Cyndarian's neck. "You're not wrong though. I do look hot as fuck in your armour." You smiled at your own stupid pun. Loki returned it with his own and now Thor really wished he was back in the sky.

"There's no time to make this a steamy situation, love." Loki laughed

"Too bad you can't handle the heat."

"Stop being a flaming idiot and get your shit together." He was still smirking at you as he ducked under a fiery swipe and shot ice at his attacker.

"Don't blame me if my puns are on fire." You laughed, making LOKI almost double over. You turned around to attack behind you and stopped. The herd was parting, and you watched in both fear and fury as three figures walked slowly.

One on the left was a woman, with beautiful dark skin and curly red hair. You guessed it to be Mary, in all her bitchy glory.

Without even guessing, Raphael trailed behind Lucifer, who looked a mix of weak and strong but also enraged. He had no reason to be. After what he did to your home and the city and Fluer, you were the only one with the right to be as angry as he looked. The Cyndarians attacking around you stopped, parting for their king. Loki stepped up beside you, panting. He was tired, and still ill. Thor landed heavily beside him, staring. He looked up at the tower, and you gave him a nod.

"Get Jane and Darcy to safety." You said to him. He stared for a moment before leaping off towards them.

Lucifer continued his approach slowly, making you and Loki both angrier and more impatient by the second.

How dare he? How dare Lucifer act so high and all-fucking-mighty when he had no power on Midgard? That fool.

Kill him.

You were tempted. Oh, you were so damn tempted. As he got to Fifty feet in front of you, the chattering of the monsters stopped, an so did Lucifer. He just stood there, arms crossed.

Kill him.

"Look..." Said Lucifer. "Look around you, Satana, Look at what you made me do."

"Made you do?" You repeated, so tempted so wring the King's scrawny little neck. "You did this yourself."

"You forced my hand."

"You forced my rage."

"Your existence is the cause of this."

"Actually, it was yours."

Lucifer sighed, hands rubbing his temples. "Mary, kill the man and then bring the girl to me." He ordered. Through her crossed arms, you watched her hands curl upwards, and long black nails grow long and sharp enough to carve into granite.

"With pleasure, my king." She said. The corners of Mary's lips curled upwards into a sinister grin.

--

She was powerful, you had to give her that. She was also fast, flexible and skilled. Lucifer and Raphael watched you and Loki fight her, dodging under swipes of her long nails.

A piercing shriek erupted from Mary as Loki's dagger found it's way through one of her ribs. He pushed harder, the knife going into her heart. The scream was louder, more shrill and Lucifer and Raphael looked not the least bit worried. What were they doing?

Loki dropped Mary, her body limp and bleeding profusely. She weakly tried to crawl to Lucifer, mumbling 'my king' repeatedly. When she got close enough, he looked down at her.

"Did I not tell you I would not accept any more failures?" He hissed. Mary started pleading.

Until he stomped on her head. You cried out in shock at the sickening crack of bone and squish of her brain across the pavement. You were nothing short of slightly terrified. Lucifer then stared at you again, a teasing smirk on his lips.

"You're a fool Satana." He said. "You are a fool for thinking you could beat me."