Marvel Oneshots

Stuck (Loki Laufeyson)

The air crackled with tension as I stood across from him, my fists clenched and heart racing. Loki, the God of Mischief, lounged against the wall of the dimly lit room with that infuriating smirk plastered on his face. I had never liked him. In fact, it was an understatement to say I despised him. But here we were, trapped in this tiny, concrete cell after a mission had gone horribly wrong.

"This is all your fault, you know," I snapped, pacing back and forth, the frustration boiling within me. "If you hadn't decided to go rogue and try to double-cross us, we wouldn't be in this mess."Loki chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. "You should be thanking me. I saved you from a boring mission, after all. The thrill of danger is what you crave, is it not?"

"Crave? No. I thrive on accomplishing my objectives without your meddling," I retorted, stopping to face him. "And now we're stuck here because of your arrogance.""Oh, please," he scoffed, pushing himself off the wall. "You think you're so much better than me? You're just as much to blame for this. Perhaps if you'd been less focused on proving yourself and more focused on the task at hand, we wouldn't have been caught."

His words ignited a fire within me, and I stepped closer, glaring up at him. "You're insufferable! You always have to make everything about you, don't you?"

"And you're always so high and mighty, pretending to be the perfect hero." Loki leaned in, his green eyes flashing dangerously. "What's the matter? Afraid of a little competition?"

Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and a shadowy figure stepped inside. It was clear that our time was short. "We have to move, now!" the figure urged, glancing nervously over their shoulder.

Loki and I exchanged a look, momentarily putting our argument on hold as we prepared to escape. We both knew that outside the room, danger lurked—guards were likely searching for us.

"Stay close to me," he said, and there was an unexpected urgency in his voice that took me by surprise. "We'll have to work together if we want to survive."

"Right. Because trusting you has worked out so well in the past," I shot back, but I didn't have a choice. I nodded, following him as we slipped through the door.

The hallways were dark, and the sound of footsteps echoed ominously in the distance. We moved in sync, a strange kind of rhythm developing as we navigated the labyrinthine corridors. 

As we ducked behind a corner to avoid detection, Loki pressed his back against the wall beside me, his breath coming out in soft puffs. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my heart raced—not just from fear but from the unexpected closeness we shared.

"Listen, if we get caught, it's not just your neck on the line," he whispered, his voice low. "It's mine too. We need to watch each other's backs."

"Fine," I replied, my tone begrudging. "But don't think for a second that I'll let you take credit for saving me. I can handle myself."

"Of course you can," he said with a smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously. "That's what makes this so amusing. You think you can outsmart me."