Smoke and the Prince

A Goddess

Loki's POV

Finally a mission that could somewhat interest me gets crushed by Thor's small brain. Had he just not brought HER up every thing could run smoothly. Now these lowlife Midgardians wanted more information.

"Loki come on, sit down and tell them who had stolen your heart" Thor had been teasing me for the past five minutes. Somehow he had manage to hope that this spy we were talking about was her.

"We've talked about this, she didn't 'steal my heart' and she is dead" I argued.

Sick and tired of his nonsense, I tried to leave only to be stopped by stark.

"Hey reindeer games, if this person stole your 'heart' then why don't you talk abut about her".

I barely gave him a side view of my face, the last happy memories of you enlightened him once more.
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He had just walked into the ballroom when he had spotted you amongst the crowd of dancing women. You were so bright and happy, so carefree like you always were when you would dance or sing.

The dress covers her shoulders almost fully. It's a tight fit which helps to accentuate her structure and curves without making it look tacky.
Her arms are also covered as well as her shoulders. The dress' waist is thin, but it's a loose fit. A small, stylish belt of black jewels is all that is needed as a perfect adornment. The dress reaches to well above her ankles and is longer in the back.

(Dress like this)

You were currently spinning in circles in the middle of the dance floor, your elegant dress flowing around you while your hands were above your head. Upon seeing him you had slowed down but hadn't stopped, instead you called him over with your hand which he gracefully accepted, descending down the stairs.

That night you two hadn't quite stopped dancing or talking with each other, and when you were away from him he would admire you from a distance.

Later that night, you had asked him if he liked anyone, to which he responded 'no'.
It was a lie but he could exactly tell you it was you. You were the only one who was with him through and through, when Thor was with his friends, you and him were in the gardens up in trees or in the library reading, somehow you enjoyed his company.
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Loki snapped himself back to reality, he was still mesmerised by how easily you could distract him. He looked up to see all the avengers staring back amused.

Loki sat down and ignored them, rubbing his temples with his fingers.

"Your little girlfriend might be the cause of this so do you want to stop daydreaming now?" Stark had said.

"She's a goddess you fool, goddess of dragons, that can't possibly be her!" I growled, everyone who knew her had known that if you saw a dragon or dragon fire, she was near.

"Um...well does hearing dragon noises reported ring a bell then, hm..."

I froze, 'could it... no of course not... but maybe. No it's not...right?'

"Then we need to go now!" I sent Thor a hard glance and he immediately took me seriously. We geared up, sprinting to the quichet. If it was her we needed to hurry because as soon as the dragons become hungry they would hunt, not only for themselves but for y/n too and that could be a bloodbath itself.

Captain voiced his plan which was to split up into groups. Barnes, Sam, Thor romanoff and me.

Barton, captain, Stark and Wanda. Would be look out.

We reached the setting and everything looked okay, until I walked onto a lawn of one house.

Thor stood beside me examining the house, it had a tree at far back of the house.

"Any chance it's her?" He turned around and asked, which I paid no attention to.

"No...hopefully tho."

Just then an arrow knocked Sam out off the sky, luckily he wasn't high up. Barnes started shooting the nearby trees as well as Barton, while we all took a battle stance Infront of it.

Suddenly Natasha was knocked down an arrow in her shoulder. I shielded her as a figure stepped out into the open.

A mask covered her face with a good completing the look, the upper arms are protected by rounded, half covering rerebraces which sit loosely under the shoulderplates. Her upper legs are covered by a skirt of vertical layers of leather, Asgardian leather, the design of this armor mimicked dragon scales. Thin cloth pants are worn beneath this all.

She wielded a familiar bow that had curves and design and also proving to be quite useful.

Something about this figure struck me, that same bow was familiar but before I could figure it out she put it away and wielded a weapon I thought I would never see again.

A very long, narrow, straight handle made of obsidian is held by a grip wrapped in lavish, holding two sharp blades on opposite sides.
Because it has a razor-sharp point this weapon would make sure your enemies are full of holes with deadly speed and precision or cut in two if the persons swings it about. The blade itself is engraved. Several runes are etched into the blade, which is supposed to contain a hidden power.
This weapon is used only during special occasions. undefined

It had to be y/n.

I quickly tried to heal Natasha as much as I could and return back to the fight but once I was finished I saw her now fight off Stark in his suit, captain and Thor. Though they didn't last long. I looked around and saw a beaten Barnes and a tired Wanda.

Barton had entered the battle field from being at his post on a building, with a arrow in his leg, limping towards Natasha.

When Thor was flung to the side she turned to me and froze, I took this opportunity to teleport behind her and wrap my arms around her, bringing one hand to her face, my finger pressing against her temple as my magic lured her to sleep, her struggles becoming useless with her weapon abandoned in the dirt.