"Everywhere I go, I'm doomed. My life was never supposed to be happy. I was never supposed to die happy." You sobbed.
Crying on the floor of your organisation's training arena while your one night stand trying to casually calm you down is one of the girl experiences only a few can have. It wasn't enjoyable.
"You wanna know what is fucked up?" You stared at Loki with bloodshot eyes, "Every single fucking timeline I exist on, I either get killed, sold or I fucking kill myself because I couldn't tolerate it. I exist for the sole purpose of being tortured. I exist for the benefit of others, because after I'm gone, the entire world somehow fucking becoming a fucking better place. It's like, like I'm some sort of poison. I wanna fucking burn everything."
You scream. It's not exactly a scream for help. It's not a scream of release. It's a scream of anger. Of rage. Years of pent-up frustration poured out as vats of scorn.
"You remember the ball you attended, when you were around a millennium, on Vanaheimr? Do you at least remember the Princess? You danced with her that night."
Loki remained silent. It wasn't long ago. Just a few decades back. He could picture the face of the princess, not a lot, but enough to understand what you were talking about.
"At the end of the night, the princess was meant to be held for ransom. Apparently for some sort of leverage against her father. He didn't care. Why would he? She's got several older brothers. She was born half blood, Jötunn and Vanir, of Skaði out of hatred. What was she worth? They sold her parts. Cut her up like she was just meat. Ripped out her fucking organs. That's who she was on the sacred timeline."
Your tears stained your face worse than the cheetah. Your body was trembling. Just hours ago, you had been having great sex, and now, you were having another existential crisis.
"Hunter, " B-15 called to you, "I'm sorry to disturb you, but uh, we kinda got a read on Renslayer."
"Time to kill that bitch," You sighed. A little bloodshed was always good to relieve the nerves.
\-/
"You fucking let her go?!" You yelled at Sylvie, "Do you know what the fuck she's done?"
"Listen, she's ruined my life as much as she's ruined yours, we've got to save the loom right now."
"Fuck," You ran your hands through your hair, smoothening out the loose strands from falling across your face.
"We've got Timely, that's all that matters," Loki tried to comfort you, aiding little to no solace to your rage-fueled vengeance.
"Guys, guys, Who's going to head down the gangway to put the throughput multiplier into the launcher?"
"Okay, well, I mean, Loki's really gonna have to hoof it then, right?"
"Hang on a second, Mobius. Why is it suddenly me having to hoof it?"
"Well, because it's your turn.*
"Says who? Why? Why is it suddenly me?"
"Well, because clearly this isn't me."
"Just because it isn't you, it isn't me.*
The two husbands were bickering like they were trying to pick a honeymoon destination. Ouroborus was having none of this, "Listen, guys. It doesn't matter who it is. But this person just needs to be," The engineer tried to imitate a whooshing fast run, but it probably didn't look like how he thought it would, "super-fast."
"I'll do it," You chimed in. Always risking your life. Even for those who didn't care about it, "I volunteer."
"No," Timely sternly interrupted you, "It has to be m-me."
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Till the end of time | Loki x Fem!Reader
FanfictionIt was set in the fine threads of Yggdrasil, that they were never to be with one another, or the world as they know would cease to exist. Loki's tired of it. He wants this more than anything. But will you give up your safety net? Could you risk it a...
