To Save A Life (Loki X Reader)

Chapter 14

The Hulk raged somewhere with the few men who were left.

The fight was different from usual.
They weren't fighting to win or kill. Oh no, they were something different altogether.

Loki had had enough of it.

So he simply grabbed one of them.

The Captain looked at him pointedly, as his sheild returned to him.

He dared the tired man to say something. An eyebrow raised in agitation.

"Want to do this the easy way or the Loki way?" Tony asked, landing. He blasted away a few men as he came.

"Faster mortal." He growls when the pathetic man refuses to speak.

That's when the Hulk came in, like a raging beast.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The man pleads looking at that rage filled face.

Good choice.

"The Avengers new suits, they want to know how our bullets didn't pierce them....."

The man continues babbling.

But all he can think of is that she is there and so are those men. She is there, alone...

He is gone before the Avengers can even comprehend what is happening.
Teleporting, right back to the tower.

The first thing he notices is that he picked the wrong room. For this one is filled with armed men.

The second thing makes him see red.

They fall like raindrops one after the other. 1, 4, 7, 15, 20.

"Stop." The one holding her shouts. A gun in his hand.

She had been sitting on his couch.
Her books still scattered over it are evidence enough.

Sje is unconscious, her lip is bleeding, and around her five men lay unconscious. The glass table broken into pieces

Good.

Blood drips from her hair onto her temple. The masked man drags her behind. The coward is holding her up.

He will get to live. The man who dares to hold a gun to the tempel of the woman he loves deserves to live long enough to truly know the ways he can break a man into nothing.

"We don't want trouble." The coward who hits unarmed women and hides behind masks announces.

"Well, too damn bad." He says with such quiet rage he is surprised they aren't already dead.

10, there are still 10 alive men in the room.

He will kill them all for touching what is his.

"We let her go. You let us live?" One of them offers from behind him.

"No." Someone immediately refutes it before he can.

"The suits, how did you make it? Tell us, and we'll leave." A third adds.

Oh, those poor naive souls. They thought he was stuck here with them, and a laugh escaped from him. The madness he keeps in check is no longer to be bound.

"You let her go now, and I will give you a quick death," he tells them honestly. A wicked smile on his face.

He can see the fear in his eyes. He'd like to taste it, too.

He takes a step forward and....

An ancient magic beckons him. Dread fills him. The smile slips away as if it was slaped away.