Prince's Mate

Chapter 11 - Loki

Loki watched the horrible things his body was doing without truly wanting to do them. He fought for the tiny ounce of control that he had over his actions. He remembered everything: his fall from the Bifrost, getting picked up in the middle of the abyss of space by Thanos and his minions, being tortured, and finally when his mind was weakened, his defenses shattered, only then did Thanos turn the mind stone on him.

Loki's mind was strong enough, even after the torture to be able to work subtly, so subtly, so carefully, to influence the events around him. He formulated a plan. He was ordered to get the space stone from where it was hiding on Midgard and was given the mind stone in the scepter to aid him in accomplishing his goals.

So he worked within those orders. He couldn't override them, not without help breaking the compulsions on his mind, but he could and did subvert his own plans. It was elaborate and meticulously planned out. He had to get the Midgardian forces to stop him, had to get his brother to stop him, but he had to do it in a way that made Thanos believe he was really trying to succeed. It was a delicate act, but he finally managed.

He drew attention to himself, to his plans, to his minions. He stole one of the Midgardians who were a part of Thor's group of misfits. It was all according to plan, until the Alpha appeared. The Valkyrie. The one who was everything and more, he drew his thoughts and attention. He had been around Alphas his entire life and never felt the pull like he did to this one. He had scoffed for centuries at the idea of Mates, despite his Mother promising they existed and he had one out in the universe somewhere. He saw other pairs getting mated. He had thought... they were just settling, that it wasn't real.

Then he felt the jolt for himself, the spark that told him that this was the Alpha he was fated to be with.

He did what he could. He saved her, kept her safe through the battle. He couldn't let his heart die, no matter Thanos' plans. He couldn't, not after centuries of thinking he'd always be alone, not after all the pain he'd been through. He couldn't lose her too. Lose them too. Like him, his Heart was genderfluid.

The battle raged, then all Loki knew was pain, agony as he was thrown around like a rag-doll. His head hit the ground again and again. All the sense was knocked out of him as he wheezed in a crater in the tower.

He blinked and fought to breathe. It took him longer than he wanted to admit to realize that his mind was his own again. The presence of the mind stone was gone. The hits to his head had broken the control the stone had on him. He was injured, healing slowly, much slower than his godly abilities usually would heal him. He groaned again, needing to stay still while he healed and knowing this was only the beginning of the trouble he was in.

A shape rushed over to him, knelt at his side, heedless of the dirt and blood and debris. Loki blinked bleary eyes up into the piercing ice-blue ones of the Alpha. Of his Alpha. He fought to catch his breath, to not appear weak in front of her.

Her black Valkyrie wings shifted slightly for balance and she moved to cup his cheek. Her hand was the same temperature as his skin, something he'd never truly experienced before. Everyone was usually so warm to him. "Easy, Omega," she said gently, and even without calling on her authority as an Alpha or a Valkyrie, Loki could feel himself relax into her touch, to breathe easier. "You're under my protection. It will be alright, I swear it," she soothed.

There was no doubt, no lie, and for the first time, Loki knew with absolute certainty that he could trust the Alpha in front of him.

His Alpha.