To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 50 - Delivery between Earth and Asgard

Small finger waves and a large debonair smile were your means of indicating how very much alive you were.
Loki, instead, just rolled his eyes and conjured illusions of dramatic swirls of light dance around you and him, like angels risen from a fallen battle.

"I mean, I did say unless my favourite song was playing, I ain't dying," you said. Not a trace of flames or damage was written across you or Loki, except perhaps the harsh memory of the fire fight.

Five people thudded against the floor. "Damn. Are they dead?", you questionned, standing on the tip of your toes to see them over the pews. "I know I'm hot but calm down."

Yeah, you had nearly died so your humour and comments were unhinged, maybe for now, maybe for longer, you weren't quite so sure.

Loki chuckled beside you and another three guests fainted.

You blinked several times at why people where fainting for Loki. He did have a really really nice laugh though. Not to mention that man was fine as could be.

The entirety of the room was pluged in shocked silence, too stunned to speak or even whisper.

Tony rammed his clenched knuckles into the carved wooden sides of his pew, glaring at you with all the raging fires of hell and beyond.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck -shut up Cap'- Y/n?", Tony shouted. Steve just put his hands up in the air, feigning innocence as he pressed his lips together.

You winced and replied, "Short version: Not dead."

Their looks were a mix of fury, amazement, pure joy and confusion. Especially Clint's. Nothing is said at first, as the eyes became reacquainted with your image and your life.

"Everyone out!", Frigga ordered, ushering all the congration through the doors, leaving you and your Avengers alone.

"I told you so," Odin grumbled on his way out, glaring once more at the raven haired prince.

Once the doors had slammed shut, they rushed to your neck, shouting, crying and laughing at the same time. Their grip on you never once faltered, righteneing as if scared you'd melt away. Gratitude was seeping into every single particule of air, as bright as gold rivers.

They nearly hit you in anger and relief, especially after you begun laughing your head off.

.・゜-: ✧☾　☽✧ :-゜・.

After much discussions and story-telling of your survival from Mind Snake form due to mental recalibration and perhaps a kiss or two, something needed to get dealt with as a matter of urgency.

"Now where's that bitch of Hannah? I need to talk with her," Nat hissed. She pulled out of somewhere two hand guns, loaded them and waited. 

"Let me do it," your prince insisted. His voice was assertive yet betrayed clearly that Hannah was going to die. He was going to enjoy every single second he would spend making her pay quintuple for the damage you had endured through her, because of your devotion and loyalty to him.

Like a true Valkyrie, through and through.

The entire gang marched through the palace hallways, Clint ooo-ing and aah-ing at some of the decor hanging against the blonde stone walls, also mumbling something about Laura and decorating his home.

Everyone stepped out of the way as a furiously cold Loki opened the march, emeral cape flowing majestically behind him, followed barely half a stride away by you then Thor, then further behind the rest of the Avengers.

Your united steps echoed against the floors, rumbling through ahead.

After circulating through the dedalous extent of lower floor corridors, finally, they reached the room where Hannah was staying.