Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Villainous Lady

Another combo of two requests!  (Plot and song fit so nicely.)

When I read one of the request's info, I knew I was naming this imagine after her.  Name taken from my good friend's username, so title credit goes to her.  (Seriously, check out her work!  She's a great writer!)

Oh my goodness, only five more until the last imagine of this book! 0_0  How are you feeling about this?

5...

Q: What was your favorite quote from the imagine book thus far?

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Loki's POV

Ten minutes she said.  Two days ago, she said ten minutes.

I was going to tell her that day, to tell her and ask to go steady with her.  Well, actually, I was going to do this for two months now, but lately, I could never find the time.

It's weird not seeing her around as much.  We had been so close , even the Warriors Three referred to us in twos.  We were inseparable, neither without the other.  Even when we ate in the banquet hall, she would sit across from me and we would kick each other back and forth, trying to see who would cave and lose their composure first.

But lately, there have been no walks to the library and no stargazing the constellations, no traveling among the caves and realms, no helping the Avengers.  I used to think that she would never abandon me, that we were inseparable.  She seemed to actually want to be around me, like she understood me.  I could feel it in her eyes, the way she looked at me as if I were her home, as if I were a haven in the midst of chaos.

I guess that safe house was crumbling. 

What could she be doing?  Rather, where could she have went?  I had already checked everywhere I knew she would go in Asgard: the library, the palace, the caves, the villages where she swore by the food and blacksmiths's skills.  Nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be heard of.

Not knowing where else to turn, I go to the Bifröst. Surely Heimdall could locate her.

"She's on Earth," he says as I walk up to him.

Without me?

"Can you take me to her?"  He shakes his head.

"Not now.  It would endanger you."  My heart started to pump wilder.  She was in trouble, and I couldn't even go down and help her.

"May I go far as to ask why that is?"  He turns to me, then back into the distant stars.

"She is not who everyone says she is, not who you think she is."  I folded my arms, trying to process.

"How could you say such a thing?!"

"I have seen her deeds.  She is more cunning and sly than you.  Not even the Avengers can trace her."  My eyebrows narrow.  What was he accusing her of?

"Heimdall, I demand you take me to her this instance."

With a sigh, he walks us into the Bifröst, placing his golden sword into place. The walls spin, the cone of the roof lowering towards Midgard. In an instant, I'm sucked into the opened portal, hurtling through space and the stars and the differing atmospheres to reach my destination: the Helicarrier, which for some reason was not in the air in surveillance, but landed on a base in the ocean, which I currently stood.

My heart falls when I see the security guards, lying on the ground, guns disarmed.  I immediately go over and check their pulse. Still beating, but they don't move. Unconscious.

Darling, what have you done?

I continue to make my way into the vessel, following the opened trail of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents spewed and lined against the walls.  Dozens, hundreds, knocked out with clipboards and bulletproof vests and tasers or whatever defense in their hands; no human weapon seemed to have an effect on (Y/N).  She was something they weren't prepared for, something unnatural, and for once in our friendship, I was ignorant to why that was.

The trail leads me to Director Fury's office, and from the banging against the walls and the grunts from the man, I could tell that this is where my curiosity would be satisfied.

I open the door and there is (Y/N), a red smoke-line energy radiates and surrounding her hands as she holds him up in the air.

"(Y/N)?  What are you doing?"  She snaps around, her pupils a glowing red.

"Go back home, Loki."  I shake my head.

"No, what's going on?  Why is all of S.H.I.E.L.D. defeated?  And how are you levitating him?"

"They did this to me," she explains, turning back to Fury.  Walking next to her, I can see her eyebrows and eyes narrow as her grip tightens.  "He did this to me!"  Without warning, she flings Fury to the other side of the office, and by his grunt, I know he's unconscious now too.

"They changed me," she whispers.  "They tortured me, radiated me."  I see tears fall on her face.  "They used your own powers against me, Loki.  They used your scepter to make me a monster."

Her fists tighten, and as she goes to pick up Fury, I can hear her voice catch,  "Do you know how it felt?"

Before she could harm Fury, I step in front of her, not as an Asgardian, but as Jotun, as an equal if I were to use her words.

"Like this?"

Her eyes brim.  "You're not a monster, Lo'"

"And neither are you."  I hold her cheeks, and she lets her tears fall.  "Forget them, (Y/N).  They were stupid and selfish and greedy, but they haven't changed and can't erase the sweet girl I grew up with, the one I know is still inside.  And if anything, they used my scepter, so I'll take the blame for what happened to you, but please....come home."

I place my forehead against hers as I notice that I had been crying too.  "I need you home, (Y/N), I need us both, you and I.  I will never make it by without you.  I can't rest, I can't fight, I can't win, I can't reign, I can't take another sleepless night, (Y/N), I'll never be the same, I...I...I..."

I can't find anymore words, for my mind is churning, the thoughts passing by in overdrive.  There was so much I could say and so much I wanted to, but it all was turning to mush, all was blurring into one thought:

"I love you, too."

My eyes look up at her, not believing my ears.  Water, seasoned with salt, still flowed down her face and under her chin, but she was still looking at me with some hope, that maybe there was still one person who saw her for who she was, who she is, than what she had become to possess.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I hold her close, let her head rest in my chest and let her shake and cry within my hold.  She wasn't villainous, she wasn't a monster, she wasn't someone that they could take advantage of, she wasn't unimportant.

Because she was mine.  And that's what she would be for always.