It 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...
The sense of ever-impending doom refused to leave your body, every second made your breath shaky. Would anything after this be the same? Would you ever be able to have some peace? What were you even going to do after all of this?
Loki's hand on your shoulder snapped you back to reality, while you reached towards it and placed a soft kiss on the centre of his palms. His head proceeded to replace his hand and wrapped around your body now entirely covered by your vibranium suit. His touch was comforting as can be, especially in the cold desolate colours coating the hall you were in.
Nat walks up to the screen, walking through multiple procedures and tactics everyone would be using on the field. A new status report came of undead beings shredding through the space-time continuum, and you knew there would only be a certain amount of time until the mighty titan and he who remains accomplish their combined goal.
Your steps into the battlefield were liminal, your head high and your exhaustion onset. Dreams of rest awaited you, your body anxious to sleep. Lokliten and your Loki were at your side, their presence adding a dash of hope to your aching soul.
God, is this why we can't have nice things?
You would always break them. The nice things.
Every horrid version of the scenario reeled through your mind, encouraging you to pick one little thread and try to untie its tangled chaos.
Just get into the field; take names, kick ass. You'd be done with it sooner than before. Everyone would have a life after this. Happy lives.
One creature rushed into you, and then another. You twisted their ankles, bruised their jaws, and bashed their skulls. You could hear the cries of other monsters being slain by Killmonger to your side, a few more from the creatures killed by Wanda Maximoff, the witch.
Loki was playing with his daggers, brutally stabbing and slicing every enemy that dared to stand in his way. Lokliten was not far behind, his magic and Laeveteinn an aid to his hand.
Stephen Strange wrangled up a few of Thanos' army with the might of the ropes of time and sentenced them to hell with the help of Gamora.
Everyone seemed to be doing great, Riri was even able to fire huge missiles towards the battlefield.
He Who Remains.
That man- no, despicable being was yours to kill. Sylvie had her chance; now it was yours. Your turn to end the life of the man who made your happiness disappear. your turn to end the way things were, for if he got back to the tva- no. he will not. You would not let him.
Your blade spun around in your hand, the hilt gripped tight while the point dragged across the strewn bodies. God. all those lives. All for nothing.
'It's for the greater good', he would say. Both of them, always thinking about the 'greater good'. About 'mercy'.
Kang was in your sight and smiled when he saw you approaching with a scowl. He taunted, "Oh my. Look how big you are."
"You ungrateful fuck," you screamed. Your tears would not get in your vision. "All this death, for more?"
"I keep it in balance," he stated. obnoxious fuck. "I am what's necessary. There is no stopping it. The god of mischief was just what I needed to continue the plan."
"You are no saviour." You splayed the blade near his head, your brows furrowed in unapologetic anger, all your hatred for this insufferable prick unleashing itself. "You ruined so many lives, and you'll ruin so many more. You don't know what you're doing."
"You're right actually, I don't." he laughed, watching past you, "But watching you imagine a life for you and your little prince was surely entertaining."
His voice taunted once more, tutting at you like a child, and continuing, "It seems like your sweet prince is about to get the short end of the stick."
You twisted his neck with your hands, turning his head unnaturally to the side and dislocating it from his atlas in his neck, and impaled his chest with a blade you carried by your thigh. "We will live our lives, you insolent fuck."
You turned when you heard a scream which could make your blood curdle. A scream that belonged only to Loki Laufeyson.
No.
You turned to see his head turned away, and his body spirit towards Loki. It wasn't your Loki.
Lokliten.
His face was morphed into a pale shade of chartreuse, and you rushed towards him like no tomorrow. There wouldn't be a tomorrow for Lokliten if you didn't.
Loki managed to get to him, stumbling with his own injuries, blood dripping from various cuts and seethes. You rushed down onto your knees, sprinting as fast as you could and cradled the dying boy in your arms. Not again. You can't kill another Loki. The same Loki. You loved him and you killed him. You fucking ruined his life.
Lokliten screamed in anguish, his eyes a fuzzy haze of colours and his pupils dilated, one side of his eye leaked blood, and the dagger plunged into his lumbar did nothing to ease his pain. You cried, "Loki, Loki, stay with me."
Your Loki could only stand on guard, killing the other monsters that tried to get to you both, vulnerable.
"Maybe I can meet you again," lokliten assured.
"No," you sobbed, trying your best to hold his body, and stop him from bleeding out. "Don't you dare say that. We'll fix you."
"The blade," he smiled slightly, "It's tainted with ruddenbar. Pull it out, leave it in; I'll die either way."
"You can't die!" your hand on his side, as you held his head in your lap, "You have so much to live for- your mum, your brother. Me."
Lokliten could only manage to grasp your finger, cradling it like a baby newborn. Nothing would happen. He would be okay to die. You'd survive. That's what he thought at least.
Loki's wince behind you startled you, and as soon as you turned your head, you-
You'll be okay. Maybe.
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y'all Lokliten was too precious for this world, so i rid him from it so he could be good and dead !
