Loki and Peter Parker Imagines (X reader)

Memories (Loki)

Here's to the ones that we got

Cheers to the wish you'd be here,

But you're not...

Cause the drinks bring back all the memories...

Of everything we've been through...

Sobs wracked your body when the reality hit you ; The God of Mischief was gone, the one bright flame in your dark void of a life had been extinguished. He had died in front of you, at the hands of that.. That.. Abomination. That bastard who called himself Thanos. He had killed Loki. He had killed your Loki.

You had been in denial since Loki's body had lain in front of you, limp, lifeless, all the mischief and shine gone from his beautiful green eyes. It couldn't be possible! Loki loved to prank you and Thor, he certainly would jump out of a dark corner and give you a kiss and mischievous smile while you chased him around the ship to teach him a lesson for putting you through this pain. Certainly. But hours had gone by, and you had found the group whom called themselves "Guardians of the Galaxy", and after much persuasion by Thor, you had been taken to Midgard while Thor went to Nidavellir to get himself a new weapon, to avenge Heimdall. To avenge half of Asgard. To avenge Loki. ​​​​​

Now, you lay on the bed Stark had arranged for you in the tower, and you wanted to forget about everything. You wanted to be numb, unfeeling and to stop this struggle. You wanted Loki to jump out at you from nowhere and shout, "Loki'd!", the special word he only had reserved for you, just like "Darling."

You wanted him to calm you down, to comfort you. He didn't. He couldn't. So, you walked to Tony's bar. You opened the bottle of the strongest alcoholic drink you could find, and took a swig of it, flinching at the bitter yet welcome taste.

Toast to the ones here today.

Toast to the ones that we lost on the way...

Cause the drinks bring back all the memories.

And the memories bring back,

Memories bring back you...

You thought about Frigga, about her scent and her motherly figure in your life. You thought about Heimdall, and how he died while struggling for Asgard. You thought about the warriors three, you thought about Loki. About how he had confessed to you by the waterfall you used to love to visit at Asgard.

There's a time that I remember

When I did not feel no pain

When I believed in forever.

And everything would stay the same.

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You were tired from riding such a distance, but the result had been worth it. This waterfall was beautiful and isolated. Nobody came here, at least you had not seen anyone here apart from you yourself in the past few years you had been coming here after training. You wanted to be isolated from everyone and their foolish bickering, to be alone with your thoughts. You wanted to try to peacefully convince your mind to stop crushing on Loki, your best friend since childhood. By Norns, was he attractive. His charisma, his calm behavior could never be matched. He was a Heart breaker. And you were afraid.