Silvertongue

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'Shit. Shit. Fuck.' Loki was swearing in every language he knew (all of them), tears streaming down his face.

They didn't call him Silvertongue for nothing, but he couldn't remember just why at the moment.

The Chitauri were shaking him into consciousness, but he didn't want to awake. Not in a world without Savannah. Thanos had found her, both of them, and he had forced Loki to watch her being tortured. 

To death.

He was holding her limp body in his arms, and she was still warm.

'Now,' said Thanos, 'Where were we?'

And as the torture started, all Loki could think about was the one person he had ever truly loved.

Loki's scream of anguish ripped through the otherwise silent night, and he woke himself abruptly.

'Loki?'

'Savannah?'

'Loki? What's wrong?'

'It was a dream, sorry pet.'

'Are you okay?'

'Yes, I'm fine. Go to sleep.'

'kay.' she mumbled, and snuggled closer to him.

She was alive. It was a bad dream. She was alive. It was a bad dream. 

She was alive.

A/N: yOU dIDN'T rEALLY tHINK i'D kILL tHEM, dID yOU?

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