Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Part 100

How great a sin, for me to have ninety-nine fan-fictional parts published, but just one pitiful Loki imagine? Even the most pessimistic and hipster of writers know Loki's character to be deep, extendable, and terribly writeable. We love the face, love to hate the script, and adore the actor behind the chaos. An interesting thought, no? I was actually writing a Loki fanfiction before I started Cross Your Fingers, and the premise of this imagine is derrived from that failed child.

Loki Imagine

Warnings: Light cursing throughout, heavy cursing at the end. 

Loki Imagine

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Y/n hated that clock. It sat right above the locked door, providing an extra layer of offense to the feeling of being trapped. Ticking away the seconds of her life wasted inside of a cell, doing nothing, going nowhere.

Sure, it didn't look like a cell. It was actually quite nice, a modern bedroom furnished well. She'd been there for ages, though, and she knew every corner to be false. The room was a cell, plain and simple, and though her cage was lovely it suited her poorly.

As she sat, she couldn't help but wonder if he would keep her there forever. It seemed that she was unsatisfyingly safe from execution--which perturbed her even deeper. Why would Loki capture an Avenger, one who had made attempts on his life and his empire? One who, even after he won the war and overtook Earth, continued a crusade against him? Well, the leader of the rebellion had been caught, and her only thoughts were of what torture he planned for her. Eternity in a dungeon? A public demonstration? Her only companion grim thoughts and the tick-tocking clock, she allowed herself something between sleep and daydream. 

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"General, I understand your point, but--"
"But nothing." Y/n snapped, rubbing her temples. "I'll allow you the night to celebrate, but tomorrow, everyone who isn't wounded will start training for the next expedition."

"The men can't--"

Y/n seemed set on keeping the poor colonel from saying a thing, as she interrupted him once more. 

"Need I remind you that we merely took out one slavehouse? There are hundreds more, Rodgers. It might feel so, but we have conquered nothing tonight."

The young man's face hardened. 

"You're not the woman dad boasted about anymore, Y/n." At this, the general stiffened completely. She'd tried her best to remain detached, but the sad fact was that Steve Rodger's son held one of the few soft spots her heart had left. She was older than James, tougher, and she had powers. All this with the fact that she would never age fit her firmly in the spot of the leader.

"We all change, James. That bears repeating. The only thing that doesn't change is war, and that's why we can beat it. However far Loki goes, we will go farther. However hard he pushes, we will push back harder. I understand your grief at this, but not even dad told you this would be easy."

"Y/n...."

"It's fine." She sighed, returning to her burnt-out countenance. "You go, rest, celebrate. I'll give you two more days, but that's it."

James nodded and headed to the door, pausing only as he reached it. "I'm sorry for what I said. Dad would be proud of you."

"...He would be proud of you as well."

James gave her a sad smile in return. "I don't think it matters that you weren't his daughter. You were probably closer to him than I was."

With this, he left, and the crisp metal door closed behind him. Y/n stared at it for a moment, until she was sure he'd gone. Once she felt it was safe, a large ball of fire made impact with the door, creating a singe mark on a surface that was already covered in them.

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It felt like decades had passed since the mission went horribly wrong. Y/n underestimated Loki--even after thirty years, even through a masquerade mask and an impossible gown--he managed to notice her at the soiree. It was a grim affair, honestly, one of the few times Loki ever actually came to earth. He would always host a ball for his loyal [rich] followers, and there was almost always an assassination attempt. This was the rebellion's first official go-round though, Y/n was the plant, there to do the actual deed. It had been argued against, but seeing as she had the perfect counterattack to the frost giant, and seeing that she was a bit harder to kill than your average Joe, made her the perfect candidate. She'd never thought that he'd remember her as strongly as he did.