To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

--- Prelude ---

It was dark. 

Then light came. 

In literature, philosophy, religion, light signified hope, freedom. You just hoped that it lived up to its name. 

Soldiers or maybe officers with guns and flashlights ran into your cell, watching you with a wary and warning gaze under their sturdy helmets. You put your hands up, lifting the threadbare shirt HYDRA had graced you with. Their eyes widened seeing the scars, bruises, blood and bones showing from being underfed. It was obvious you were weak, tortured, destroyed and that you posed no threat to them. Not in this state at least, even with your powers.

"Jesus, it's a kid.", one of them mumbled before turning on his communicator and realying information to the other units. 

You managed to whisper,  "Please... Save me." , in the explosive and destructive air. It was the last call from a survivor, last call from a warrior. 

They nodded and approached you and you kept your hands above your head, begging to make it out alive from this living hell. But, HYDRA had taken so much blood and food from you that the only thing your body could possibly do right now was pass out, hoping for the best. 

Even if you no longer believed in it. 

.・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.

You opened your eyes to see blinding white lights, cold tiles and hospital equipment. And that instantly made your body go into panic mode, thrashing, kicking and screaming. 

Hadn't they saved you? 

A doctor approached with a needle and tried to soothe you, making the response that much more fierce and ardent. Navy light started to dance at your fingertips and in a swift motion, the doctor was pinned to the wall, wrists bound and the syringe crashed on the floor. 

Immediately, a man with an eyepatch stormed in and raised a gun at you. From the way he held the weapon and the tensing in his shoulders, you could tell he didn't want to hurt you. You could read people like someone reads a book. 

"Look kid, we're not trying to hurt you. Please release Doctor Banner.", the pirate requested, clenching the gun. At the name, your e/c eyes widened. You knew him. 

"Doctor Banner? From the Avengers?"

You spun your head and saw that it was truly him, Dr Bruce Banner. You exhaled shakily and released him gently.

The man answered sarcastically, "No, from the fucking Peaky Blinders." 

You tilted your head. That name didn't sound familiar. Where they another group formed on the Earth to either protect or destroy? "Who are they? Are they here to kill me? Where am I? Is this HYDRA? What the fuck have you done to me? Who are you, you fucking pirate? What is t-" 

Everything turned pitch black and you fell limp, back on the white bed. Dr Banner hovered over, putting back on the tray the empty syringe he had administered in your bloodflow.

"Goddamn, does she have a mouth.", Fury sighed, massaging his bald scalp. 

Bruce reached for his clipboard where everything was noted and ruffled his hair, letting out worried breaths. "She's obviously traumatised Director Fury. Plus, all her blood analyses are so low, it's a miracle she's still alive." 

"Keep her alive, you hear me?" 

"Yes sir.", Dr Banner replied as Director Fury spun round and left the room, probably to shout 'motherfucker' at some poor intern who didn't deserve it. The doctor filled several bags and attached tubes to your body, monitering everything and giving your body the substances it'd need.