Serial Killer Loki (Marvel Fanfiction)

Serial Killer Loki

'Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.'

Sonnet 116 - William Shakespear

You and Loki had been married for years, decades, coming onto centuries. Your lives so thickly intertwined, it wasn't in your deepest thoughts that there were still secrets your husband kept from you. That you didn't even know a quarter of your better halve. Does love not alter? Even when life turns love into a pain that you cannot take? Does love not alter when your heart beat belongs to someone else, but they snatch your freedom from you? You were Loki's world, the beating behind his heart, but it was this faithful day, that the man behind your heart beat was taking others as well.

Your head was aching terribly, your mind bashing helplessly against your skull with the intent of waking you up, but even when your eyes opened all you could see was darkness. A darkness darker than a moonless night, at first you thought you had gone blind but, you could just about make-out a small rodent which scuttled past your aching body. It was weird. Though you couldn't see anything, this place you were in was unwelcoming. It wasn't mutual, it was a stranger to you. The air was damp and used, as if it had been cheaply recycled, like an old Nissan. There was no real air coming from any direction, nor was there a light source, which made your heart drop and your minds engine roar. Why were you here? Who bought you here? And why couldn't you remember last night? You weren't intoxicated, nor did you eat anything weird, so what in the name of Odin was going on?. The frustration got to you next, you got up and moved around the room, the darkness eating every one of your steps like tar, your steps heavy and thick, stuck with every step. Your hands helplessly trying to find a wall to latch onto, because someone got you in here so there was definitely a way to get out. Then once again you stopped. Your hand dropped. Your face dropped. Your heart dropped into your stomach. Were you kidnapped?. It was a question that you didn't want answered. There was a rising number in women who were going missing. All noblewomen. The first was the priestess' daughter, who was lost for a month before they found her quartered and separated in the forest. You would think another attack would wait, but it was just the week after (despite the priestess protecting her last daughter with all the power she could) the priestess' youngest daughter went missing, and she was found skinned and hung in the same place in the forest. Then others went missing, either found skinned, quartered or dissected like a lab frog in the same forest.

The killings got so bad that guards stopped nightly at the same place every night but the women still went missing. The thought made you sick. You were next. You were to be found skinned, quartered or dissected in the forest. You were going to be tortured to death, only to see your family in the after life... "Loki" you said softly, your knees collapsing onto the cold concrete. The thought of Loki running around Asgard trying to find you. His eyes watering, his hands shaking to the thought of you dying. The thought of the two of you never seeing each other again. This killer sure had his way because he had just kidnapped one of the Princess of Asgard. "loki!" you cried out sobbing into your hand.