Tom Hiddleston and Loki Imagines - Bk. 1

Loki - Othello, Pt. 2 (Opt. Do You Understand, Pt. 4)

Oh snaps after this, only two more requests to fulfill before the final imagine!  Any guesses as to what exactly is going to happen in the final imagine? (Remember, I have chosen some of you WP users to be in it as well.)

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Q: Which imagine did you feel the most feels for?  (Which imagine did you want to hug me the most for and/or want to strangle me for?)

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You were concealed, body zipped up in a bag as Loki made his way far into the sea, traveling by night.  When he was far out from shore, with gloved hands, he unfastened the bag, revealing your head, eyes still wide open, frozen in fright.

"Oh don't look at me like that," he hisses, closing your eyelids.  "You were a traitor.  You deserved every second you got."

But he couldn't help that a nagging feeling was ripping inside his chest, that maybe he had made a mistake, that maybe he should have at least heard you out, even though he still believed you had betrayed him.  Closing his eyes, he nuzzles his nose against  your cold cheek, lips skimming your dead lips.

"Why did you have to lie to me, my sweet, sweet ást?"  For a few moments more, he fixed your hair, doting on you with the last of the love he had left, the love that was blinded by his rage.  With a sigh, he zips up the bag once more and tosses it in the water, watching it as you floated away.

But it didn't mean you were away from his thoughts, were free from his mind.  Rather, your kindness and loyalty, your bright eyes and radiant smile were the highlight of his nightmares, glowing with a peaceful aura until you would disappear into the darkness of his mind.

He would shoot up from his sleep, each night wanting just a little bit more to forgive you and wanting just a little more to hold you close, but you were neither there for apologies nor for comfort.  You weren't there to help him slip back to sleep or there for him or there to assure him that you both were okay and that nothing, not even Thor, was going to take you away from  him.  You weren't there, and he had made it that way.

It didn't help that your body washed ashore two weeks later, that the realm started to question if the dungeons were safe, if there was a monster lurking about, if there was a new terror that everyone needed to be kept on the watch for.  But Loki knew better.  He would always know.

That night, you were given a proper burial, your husband positioned as Odin next to Thor, who was trying not to cry, and Fandral, who looked as broken as Loki felt.

"She was always so kind," Thor whispers.  He turns to Loki.  "She would give me a listening ear and comfort me over the lost of Brother Loki.  He would have liked that."

"'Comfort?'" Loki whispers back in Odin's voice.

"Yes.  She would hold me and let me stain her clothes with my tears." His eyes narrow as your body passes by.  "Where is her necklace?"

"Her what?"

"Brother Loki gave her mother's necklace.  I saw it, and I examined it to make sure it was the real one.  She left before I could give it back to her, but I would have thought she would have it in her possession.  Surely she would have worn it, she was protective over it when I inquired about it."

Loki stiffens even more, his worse nightmare becoming a reality.  You were innocent, and he had taken your life anyway.  It was just like in New York: merciless, meaningless murder.

The funeral passes, and Loki retires to the royal quarters. But instead of going to bed, he goes to the balcony.  Looking towards the water, for once, seeing just beyond the horizon, he envisions the night he let you slip into the waves, then the day he forced your head into the water, all the way back to the day in which you first met, the day you had become his to look after.

"I will be the first man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not."

You had, his dreams haunted with your presence.

"You will be burdened, you will memorize every party of me."

You had, burdened even to the point of death.

"You will crave the sound of my voice in your ears, the touch of my lips on your skin."

You did want to feel the kindness he once had for you, wanting, in your last seconds, for him to remember that he loved you and spare you.

"From the shoulders up and the waist down belongs solely to my touch."

You had kept this demand as well.  After all, it was his touch that made your head stay under the water.

"You will be mine and mine alone, do you understand?"

You had.  Completely, thoroughly, with all your heart understood.

He stands on the edge, surveying the sight for the last time.  You were free from the guilt he had placed upon you, and he unreasonable sucked the life out of you.  And he was willing to let the law stand: life for life, blood for blood.

"There now.  Is not this simpler?  Is this not your natural state?"

A tear rolls down his face as he thinks rapid thoughts of you, in your best and most tender moments to your last and horrifying ones, your lifeless body imprinted on his mind.

"It's the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation."

Loki craved you.  And you have make him unmistakably human.

Forgive me, my sweet, loving ást.

...He jumped.