Loki and Thranduil Imagines

Always in my heart (Thranduil X Reader)

Requested by: NightWolf183

She walked through the ashes. The ground was scorched by flame. The stench of deaths and burning flesh wafted through the air. And yet it did not disturb her even a tiny bit. With a calm face she walked slowly amongst the littered bodies of elves and men. Some of them was burnt to the core, leaving unidentified ashes behind. Some of them were left with broken bodies with scorched skins that will break with a slightest movement. She carefully avoided the bodies in order not to step on them. Silently praying for their demises.

Her hearing was sharper than the elves, sight far more greater than the eagles. She was striding with purpose. She wanted to save all the survivors. They had yet to pass the land of the living.

Slowly she gathered the elves and men that still alive. The one that she could save, the one that still have the chance to continue their merry life.

For hours she moved the broken yet still alive people into her cave and put the corpses at the outer side of her cave. The number of the living was pale to the death in comparison. There's only one man and two elves that still alive. It saddens her to see that. She cursed the Northern Dragon, she cursed the leader that tried to conquer the dragons' territory.

For days she took care of the wounded people in her cave. When she saw that their injuries were no longer infected and could be heal by common herbs, she concentrated on her magic to teleport them back to their respective place. She started with the human. Teleporting things took a toll in her body. Draining her magic. Considering that she had teleport all of the corpses back to their family to be buried, the teleportation for the human was slower than it should.

Sweats broke out on her temple as her disguise slowly disappearing. Scales appeared under her eyes and along her arms. Her ears sharpened, accompanied with bones that have skin between them. She slumped down the ground as she tried to catch her breath. She knew if she continued this, she's going to fall into a deep slumber for a time. And she couldn't risk her identity to be know by the remaining elves in her cave.

Hoping that none of them will wake up any soon, she slept.

~*~

Thranduil was having a dream. He dreamt of fire, of destruction.

Of pain.

Oh, the hot searing pain on the left side of his face. He could the fire melted away his skin, burnt away his eye. And how the fire seems to be so hot like a lave being poured on his face. The pain settled deep into his bones.

Then it started licking his left shoulder. The armor he wore started melting on him, merging with his skin.

The agony.

He screamed as the fire eating his alive. The remember the face of the dragon. How the evil yellow eyes gleaming in wicked joy when it blew out the fire.

"Wake up little prince. Wake up!"

And he woke.

~*~

You were woken up from your sleep when you heard a whimper. The whimper soon turned into a pained cry. You scrambled up and knelt by the princeling side. You saw that his wounds was opened up and started bleeding sluggishly.

You tried to calm him down but his trashing made it became much more harder.

"Wake up little prince. Wake up!" And he did.