Avengers Imagines

Loki - To be king

You walked into your room shared with your soon to be loki. You had just witnessed the dispute between him and his father and you came to comfort him. But, you had to be cautious when he was upset he was unpredictable.

You closed the door behind you ignoring the various calls of drunken men down the halls of the gala down stairs Odin was hosting.

You looked towards the balcony you both shared and usually spent your evenings reading to one another or watching the radiant sunset. You smiled softly as you noticed your love by the balcony looking into the starry night.

Your smile however faded once you came to him noticing the faint sounds of wood breaking under pressure as the wood splintered under his grip. You watched in mild fascination as his fingertips turned a dark blue covering the railing with frost.

"Loki?" You asked.

He didn't seem surprised to see you and didn't budge at all at your call.

"Loki please. I know your upset. But, your father is only trying to think of his realm..." you didn't finish as he cut you off.

"You don't think I am fit to be ruler?" He asked with a hint of anger.

Your eye's widened "n-no not at all. I'm just saying that...".

"That that bumbling oaf is more fit to be king then I am!" He yells turning towards you his fists clenched tightly.

"No! Please love calm down. You'll..."

"I'll what?! Attract attention?! Isn't that what that idiot thor has been doing his entire life?! Isn't that what makes him so much more fit to rule?! Tell me!" He yelled at you.

You inched back away from him as he stalked towards you slowly his eye's blazing with rage "no! Loki your taking this to much to heart! Please just listen to me...".

"Enough!" He yelled his hand flying his fingers tinted with blue.

His hand flew to your cheek causing you to slam into the pillar nearby your head hitting the marble harshly before you fell with a sickening thud. You lay on the floor sprawled on the ground a dark bruise spreading on your cheek the side of your face cold as ice.

Loki panted his rage subsiding as he looked at you on the floor. He suddenly realized what he had done and his eye's widened looking at his throbbing hand back to your unconscious form.

He ran to your side quickly and picked you up into his arm's and running over to the bed. He laid you down quickly before putting a hand to your cold swelling cheek gently "oh Odin. Oh please no. (Y/n). Love?" He called out to you his eye's burning with unsheathed tears.

He held the back of your head as he rubbed your cheek softly "please. I didn't mean that. I'm sorry love. Please wake up." He said softly tears escaping.

He suddenly froze as he felt a wet, sticky substance on the back of his hand. He pulled his hand holding your head up back laying you gently on the pillow.

His eyes widened in horror seeing the dark blood staining his hand red. He looked back at your pained face and leaned over you shaking you gently as he started panicking and sobbing.

"Please no! Please (y/n) I'm sorry I didn't mean to! Please wake up love! Don't leave me! Help! Help please! (Y/n) wake up! Help!" He cried as guards came in swiftly.

They freeze instantly at the sight of the kings most trusted advisor and a friend to many laying lifelessly in front of them. They rushed over immediately taking you from loki's trembling arm's.

He looked up from his horror stricken tears water hinges they took you to the medical bay. "I'm sorry. I'm not meant to be king" he said weakly before running after the guards.