Loki X Reader

Flames of Anger

A/N

OKAY! MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 2 WEEKS. I'M FINALLY TURNING 16. YAY.
ALSO, I WROTE MOST OF THIS CHAPTER LISTENING TO NIGHTCORE LOVE ME LIKE YOU DO. IRONICALLY, THERE IS NO LOVE AND A LOT OF ANGER IN THIS CHAPTER.

<3 Cheshire
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You lunged at Lucifer, missing as he sidestepped. Whirling around, you caught his fist with your face, making you stumble. You glared up at him, standing straight. Lunging once more, he caught you in the stomach with his knee, making you wheeze.

"Last time I was weak." He spoke. "I hadn't been in a fight in a century. But you- you changed all that." He kicked you again, and you coughed. Loki called out to you, and you ignored him. You watched in terror as Raphael fought Loki. This was going terribly. Just like your dream.

The two of you kept getting your asses kicked, but refused to be taken down. The two of you were too stubborn.

Suddenly, you landed a right cross on Lucifer. He fell back, blood trickling from his nose. The rage he wore only became more obvious as he stood. Or tried to, because you kicked him down. But that didn't stop him.

He pulled you down next to him, the rolled over, straddling you and abusing you like there was no tomorrow. You tried to wriggle out from under him or kick him but nothing was working. Loki faired no better.

Lucifer grabbed you by the neckline of your shirt. He brought his face closer to yours.

"Pathetic." He mumbled. That's when you head butted his already broken nose. He howled and you threw him off. Standing up, You sent a shower of kicks and knees towards his face. He got a hand around one of your wrists, twisted it around an got you into a chokehold as he stood up. It wasn't a hard one, but one move and he'd cut off your air supply.

Loki kneeled before Raphael and your heart sunk. This was just like your dream. Tears began to well in your eyes. You felt Lucifer reach for the dagger that Loki spoke about and reached for it, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. You started coughing and Lucifer dropped you.

As you lay there, sprawled on the rubble coated concrete, Lucifer stood over you, holding the dagger. How was something so bleak so powerful? You moaned in pain as Lucifer stepped on your stomach. He was going to kill you. This was it. This was the end.

For Lucifer.

You reached up, managing to grab the dagger from Lucifer's grasp. He called out in shock, and you grinned, stabbing yourself in the chest on purpose. Lucifer yelled a variety of profanties, screaming things like 'Stupid wench! That was my power! You've taken my power from me!" or anything with a lot of swearing. Loki cried out to you and you screamed in pain.

But it was all part of your secret plan. You had made it in secret, knowing it would be painful for everyone.

It was a terrible plan. Whoever used the dagger got the power, right? Well...

Let's hope it worked.

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Loki couldn't feel anything. He watched in emptiness as Lucifer shouted at how his right of power was taken from him, while you lay bleeding out and more than likely dead on the ground. Raphael's grip on his shoulders loosened, probably in shock. Loki didn't react though. He was just empty.

How many times had he lost you now? Too many.

He was a fool. Odin was right. Anywhere he goes there was war, ruin and death. Not that he was surprised. He didn't care anymore. The Cynrdarians around the four of you dissipated, off to find more victims. Loki didn't care.

He just wanted you back. He wanted his partner in crime back.

He wanted his Midgardian girlfriend back.

He wanted you, the love of his life back.

The sadness growing in his chest grew, before mutating into pure rage. Whilst Raphael had realised, or thought, that Loki would be too shocked to move, he walked over to Lucifer, making Loki's job easier. Loki ran at the two of them, shouting.

The two yelled out, and Loki collided with them. In this state, any sadness and weakness had dissipated and left a shell of anger. Loki didn't care about anything else anymore. He took on the two alone, away from your body. He was so hellbent on revenge, he didn't see you sitting up, pulling the dagger from your chest and crushing the silver between your fingers.