To Save A Life (Loki X Reader)

Chapter 6

He tried to ignore everything she had said. It still stung. So he decided to distract himself by playing his escape.

He wasn't entirely interested in escaping now, though.

Loki knew he had to find a way to get out. And that poor naive thing had served it on a platter.

He was told this was his punishment. Not a way he was to be, apparently, reformed.

Now, all he had to do was play his part of a reformed man who regretted the choices he had made.

Well, he would give them the show of their lives.

He was frustrated being a pwan in a game he didn't know any rules of. No matter how much he ran, he ended up right here.

On the butchers block. With his hands bound in shackles. With chains binding his feet, with nowhere left to run.

But he survived. Always. He could do it now, too.
He survived by thinking of only one thing: survival.

He could do that again.

Pretend again.
Be nice and kind and courteous.
Until it was time to strike.
Yes, yes, he could do that.

So he put his broken pieces together and put on the face of the innocent young prince of Asgard. The face helped him get away with anything and everything.

He took a shaky breath. Y/n the intriguing mystery haunting his every thought.

A sad face refused to leave him alone. His mother's face.
He was trying so hard not to think of her.

That silly little witch had opened a door he had closed so carefully. It was broken from the hinges now.

The onslaught of memories too much, to handle. He closed his eyes. His head rested on the wall he was sitting against.

He focused on his breathing.
In and out.
At a steady pace.

No think about a kind face with blue eyes.
No thinking about the soft curls framing her face.
No thinking about the smile that made him forget every worry he had.
No thinking about her hands in his hair as he fell asleep.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. It wasn't working.
A pained smile made its way onto his lips as a choking sound escaped.

For the first time in a long time, Loki liesmith, the trickster and storyteller had no tales to tell.
And no plans to dwell on.

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The very next day, on the breakfast table, you asked the Avengers permission to go see a friend.

They said yes. And that Happy would drive you there.

Things did not look good for you.

How would you go visit your friend's mom, a doctor when Happy was with you and not let the Avengers know about your wounds?

You were still trying to come up with a plan when Thor stopped stuffing his face to look at you.

Were you making a face? "What?" You asked lamely.

"Lady Y/n, do you think Loki should be trusted to be outside of the Asgardian chains?" Thor asked gravely

"Yes." You said through mouthfuls of pancakes.

"And what about outside of the cell?" He proded further.

You finished the bite you had taken before continuing. "I'll have to limit his magic more or put restrictions on him to prevent him from hurting people, but I am not the one deciding these things."