Multi-Fandom Imagines

Marvel - Loki - Knight In Frost Giant Armour

word count: 1056
summary: you're in danger, it's almost assured that you'll die. until your beloved comes to save you.

LOKI USES ALL PRONOUNS HERE. IF THATS AN ISSUE, LEAVE

My feet clamoured loudly against the floor, heart racing, mind running. My breathing was shallow and I tried to remember where the corridor I was running down took me.

Despite being around the castle more than the average person, I could hardly remember where the twists, turns, and many corridors led me. I knew where the banquet hall was, obviously, but I doubted that would come of anything so I had avoided going down there. I was pretty sure I was going to the throne room, or at least the gardens but I could have sworn that I had already been past that door at least twice. I must be going round in circles. Maybe the banquet hall is my best bet, I can get my bearings there.

Trusting I would form a plan, I did a hard right and willed my body onwards - praying I would reach salvation before a sharp blade could pierce my skin and claim my soul.

Wait, Frigga has a Midgardian girl here. Perhaps if I find her, I'll be ok, right?

Once I reached the banquet hall, I slammed the door shut, threw a chair against the handle to prevent it opening again, and pulled out my weapon; I hate violence but it seemed it would be the only way to get rid of the dark elf chasing me. My legs were stinging and aching, and I felt like I would drop to the floor, never to breathe again. I even almost believed the tricks my eyes were playing on me. They showing me things that weren' there - Frigga was laid, dead or dying, with blood spilling from her back. If there weren't any blood, I would think she was merely sleeping or a sudden illness had befallen her and she had simply fallen into a peaceful coma.

Adding onto my delirium, I began hearing the dark elf through the door, he wasn't speaking in any tongue I could recognise - apart from the occasional word. Asgardians speak all tongue, we can understand any language, so why couldn't I understand him? But, no, it sounded like he was speaking to me, trying to tell me something. "Run... hide... monster... kill..." Whatever it meant, it was incoherent and confusing, was he trying to tell me that I was a monster and he was going to kill me, or was he saying he was a monster I could run but couldn't hide from - perhaps a mix of the two.

Suddenly, I was pushed away, my arm outstretched pathetically with my knife primed to attack whatever had just thrusted themself into the giant golden doors - it sounded too heavy to be a dark elf against the door. Heeding caution, I moved to the back of the room, towards the large window that stretched the length and allowed a magnificent view of Asgard. If I needed to, I'd jump.

Fortunately, I heard Loki, his voice was calm, she spoke slowly and carefully, asking me to open the door. Deciding to not blindly trust whoever is on the other side of the doors, I walked over and spoke to them, "is that really you, Loki?"

"Yes of course it is, darling. Are you okay?"

"How do I know it's you and not someone playing tricks on me?"

There was silence for a moment, then their voice graced my ears again, "I'm the only one who plays tricks on you. Perhaps if I share a story from our childhood..." He took my silence as a yes, "you and I were running through the palace gardens. It was not long after I stabbed Thor for the fun of it, you were watching. I was worried about what you were going to say, but you couldn't stop laughing at him. We reached the flowers planted in honour of the soldiers lost during Asgards many wars, you knelt and picked one. You were so gentle with it, like you thought it would snap and turn to dust in your hands. Then you turned to me, still knelt, and you asked if possibly one day we would marry and be together until the end of the world. You wanted me to promise that I'd be there forever and that we would protect each other till our dying breaths. I got nervous and embarrassed and transformed into a snake. You chased after me as I slithered off, completely unfazed. That's when I knew I wanted - needed - to accept your promise, and proposal."

As I moved the chair, I talked to her through the door, "I still have that flower. I kept it alive. It's missing a petal or two but who's counting."

I opened the door for him and saw the beautiful blue skin he always hides. I'll admit, when I had first seen them like that I was startled and confused but I quickly grew to love the real her. They hardly ever show this side of them, they don't like it. She's managed to convince herself that it's ugly and that people will only perceive them as a monster. I see beauty when I look at him. I see the person I love, the exterior having changed means nothing to me. But they don't understand that.

"You look marvellous, my darling." I looked up at them, "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

His form changed as he moved to grab my face. "Did it hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just frightened." My eyes flicked to the dark elf's ugly carcass, "thanks for helping me." I held up my knife, "I doubt this would have done much."

"That's what I'm here for. Remember?"

I smiled up at them as we exited the room, but a singular thought was plaguing my mind, "how did you get out?"

"That's a secret reserved for my spouse."

"You aren't married."

"Perhaps you'd like to help me change that."

"Perhaps. How did you know where I was?"

He stopped and turned to me, "where else would you be?"

I felt a sudden pain in my back, then I remembered. "Is your mother okay?"

"I believe so." Their face turned pale, "the girl, the aether. You don't think..."

With that, he took down the corridor, I followed behind him, possibly about find the Queen - and Loki's mother - dead or dying.