To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 37 - Laufey

A.N: For this chapter, I listened on repeat to Across the Stars- Star Wars and it accompanies this quite well I think. 

Finally, as dawn broke through the dark hold of the night, the fated day did so as well. 

Fiddling with your fingers and bits of clothing, you lifted your head up to the window before walking over and opening it, despite the morning temperatures. 

The sunrise was just upon you. 

You had been up late just last night contemplating the dark drapes of the night sky and breathing in its cold air, thinking. Never had you led an assault or a plan as momentous as this, even less if the whole world was against you. Previously you had been in the esteemed ranks however now you were the rebel leader, bringing forth an operation. 

You couldn't go back, not now. 

When you had left the tower and ignored orders to return, you had comitted an act of opposition against the Avengers and SHIELD; so did Bucky and Wanda. You were now wanted men, hunted by at least half of the nation. So a one eighty was not a plausible option. Forwards was the only way to go. You didn't even know if afterwards the Avengers could be reintegrated. Maybe you'd just be left alone, cast out for having loved and fought for your love. It twisted your heart to think of it that way but it seemed most possible. 

The dawning sun started erputing, beckoned forth by the strings of pink previously tinting the sky. 

As you watched the burning sun rise, a tear slid down your cheek; quickly pushed off. Another one came to replace it as you sat on the window sill, watching the scalding ember ascend in the no longer dark sky. 

You'd have to do this. 

Silent drop by drop crept down, shining in the near morning light. 

It was time.

Half an hour later, the two others were suiting up. The helmets materialised, zips were done, fabric slipped on over them. Your creations looked amazing, even if Bucky had ripped off one of the sleeves for his metal arm, which you had promptly forgiven him for. 

No words were spoken at all in the dawn of this operation. It was the silence before a battle, the calm before the storm. Anyways, what use were words in this? They just said the obvious, concretised the inevitable, materialised thoughts that were best left in the minds. 

The sun had nearly completely risen when your footsteps echoed first in the gravel then on the cemented streets, rapidly walking towards Bleeker Street. The three of you had pulled up hoods and baseball caps over your heads whilst speeding over, trying to avoid being recognised by the odd passer-by or person opening their curtains. 

Once arrived at the sanctum, you hastily met with the Sorcerer Supreme in order to leave for Jotunheim as soon as possible. "Doctor Strange.", you greeted formally, Bucky and Wanda sticking behind you. 

He nodded, "Miss Y/n. Mr Barnes, Miss Maximoff." After all the procedure was explained and everything prepared, he asked before conjuring the portal, "Are you ready?" 

"There's no such thing as being ready.", you exhaled in anticipation. Strange started created the portal with flaming orange sparks tracing through thin air and soon frosted lands were seen through. 

"Good luck. If anyone asks, I have not seen you."

You smiled a little and said, "Thank you Stephen.", before stepping in. 

The cold hit first. Like a large whip whose ends were sharp icicles landing upon any exposed skin. The sun no longer warmed with its rays, seeming like a prop in the midst of this frosted beauty.