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- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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"What?" Loki demands. Thor nods solemnly.
"I have worked out a protection detail with the guards, and the team and I are working hard to figure out a solution," Thor assures you. You take a deep breath, knowing that there's little Steve and the others to do if it's Laufey targeting you.
"Thank you, Thor. For everything."
"Of course, Lady (Y/N)," he says. "I shall keep you updated. Brother, a word?" Loki glances down at you, and you nod, letting him know you're okay. As soon as Loki and Thor leave the room, you sit down on your bed and let your mind wander.
Why would Laufey be targeting you? He has no fight with the Avengers. Unless he's trying to hurt Thor, there's no reason for him to go after you. You sigh, knowing that Loki is probably beating himself up for something that's not his fault.
A few minutes later, someone opens the door. You look up and see Loki paler than usual, and your heart sinks. You rise from the bed and walk over to him, taking his face in your hands. He avoids looking at you directly.
"Loki, what is it?"
"This is my fault," he replies. You furrow your eyebrows.
"What? No. How could this possibly be your fault?"
"Do you not know who Laufey is?" Loki asks meekly.
"He's king of the Frost Giants," you reply, "on Jotunheim."
"Yes, but he is more than that," Loki says. "Do you know what I am?"
"A god," you reply, not understanding where he's going with this.
"Yes, but again, I am more than that."
"I know that, Loki."
"No, you don't." Loki removes your hands from his face, and you step back as Loki's pale skin turns blue. Faint markings rise from his skin, and his normally blue eyes bleed red. Your eyes widen and you stumble back a little more, shock running through your system.
"You're a Frost Giant," you whisper, you voice hardly audible. Loki looks down, shame written across his face.
"Yes," he admits, his voice soft. You examine him, your heart clenching at the despair emanating from him. You approach slowly and rest your hand on his cheek. You ignore the sharp coldness of him and bring his face up so he can look at you.
"Loki, I am not afraid of you. Knowing what you are doesn't make me love you any less."
"Maybe not, but knowing who my father is may."
"It's Laufey," you answer. His eyes widen. "Loki, I can read between the lines," you smile. Loki fades back to his usual self. He takes your hand in his and squeezes, trying to bring warmth back into it. You smile at the action and move his hair from his face.
