Marvel Imagines pt. 5

House Spouse ❤️‍🔥 Mob!Loki

Song: Edith Piaf - Hymne Á L'amour (James Murray Remix)

Imagine: they come after you, little do they know you're not the clueless little house spouse you make out to be.

•••

You and Loki were the perfect match, on paper..

Both rich and powerful heirs of their parents fortunes and businesses, it would be foolish to remain unmarried and not join houses.

So it was done. You had no choice and neither did he, even though he acted otherwise. He showed no emotion to you at first, acting like he was the big bad wolf while you remained his perfect little wife.

He soon began to soften towards you. You didn't want anything to do with him and he had only himself to blame.

It started with little gifts. Small reminders that he ws in fact trying to win you over the normal way. None stood out to you, all materialistic and meaningless to you. Until...

'What the fuck..'

'It's all yours my darling...' he had grinned at your shocked face.

'You had an ice rink built for me...' you whispered as your feet took you closer.

It was a small and intimate ice rink, just enough for you to skate whenever you wanted. It had a roof and some lights. It looked more like those things in the park, the small stage like buildings. It was perfect. It was the one gift you actually appreciated, it showed interest and care.

You fell for him then and there, months later you're actually acting like a married couple. For safety reason showered, they all deemed it better if you'd remain the little house wife.
He knew you were capable of something, able to muster up some sort of defense when faced with danger, but he never could've imagined that you'd be this well trained.

•••

He watches you glide around on the ice so gracefully, a large smile on his face. He has never seen you this happy. He's glad he can provide something that makes you happy like you deserve to be.

He feels so happy with you there, he hates to admit that even though it wasn't fair the way he got you, his parents sure are good matchmakers. It will take many months for you to share that opinion he's sure. But even he can see that you look at him in a different way.

Your eyes meet his through the glass of the door to the dining room and a small smile playing on your lips as your hand comes up to wave to him. He waves back with the same smirk you give him.

One which fades when he sees some men creep up on you. They're almost like lions circling a prey.

'She a precious thing, ain't she?' A knife presses closer to his neck as the enemy tauntingly speaks.

'What do you want?' Loki spits with such venom a snake would turn green of sheer jealousy.

'I asked you many years ago what was most precious to you... you answered nothing.. and I told you that once I found it.. I would take it from you...'

'You will not have her...' he says determined.

'Oh who said anything about having her?' He chuckles. 'Do it...' he speaks into his earpiece.

'No!' Loki yells as the lights go out in the ice rink.

He can hear them, yell and shoot around outside. He has never prayed before but now, he is ready to get onto his knees and pray to whoever will listen that you will somehow find a way out of his mess.

'I cannot wait for you to see her...' Loki's enemy grins. 'I cannot wait for you to feel the way I felt when you took her from me-'

It gets eerily silent then. Like nothing happened.
The lights suddenly come on making both Loki and his enemy look up in surprise. Loki's heart stops in his chest at the sight.

It's hauntingly beautiful.

You're standing in the middle, an ending pose he has seen several times already. A deep bow with your skates crossed and your chest heaving. There's this look in your eyes that he hasn't seen on you before.

There's blood all around the ice rink as well as the bodies of the men that tried sneaking up on you. The contrast takes Loki's breath away. Like said before, it's hauntingly beautiful. Just like you.

'Impossible..' the enemy says catching Lokis attention again, he's swift with the knife that was pressed to his neck. It's now sticking into the enemy with deadly precision.

Loki doesn't even give him a second longer of his mind because it's already back on you. His feet take him towards the rink in a hurry.

'Y/n..' he breathes as you rush towards him as well. 'Are you alright? Are you well?' His hands reach up to your cheeks as he checks for any injuries.

'I'm alright...' you catch your breath with a hint of a smile. 'But I am going to need someone to clean this up...and I think I'll need new skates, once the blood starts rusting up the blades I won't be able to keep them this sharp...'

Loki can't help but chuckle at your nonchalance about the situation. 'I will find you a new pair, my love...'

'Hmm, you've never called me that before...I like it...'

He leans in and captures your lips with his. It's the first time and hopefully not the last.

I have no idea what this was but here you go 😂