Fire and Ice (Thor Ragnorak) | Loki X Reader

Chapter 2

I was walking down the dark streets of New York after doing a daily check to see if there was any crime I should intervene with. Nothing.

I go to the darker part of the city, into the alleyways. In one, I come across a broken window in the lower level below in an abandoned building. I get on my butt and slide into the window.

I focus some magic into my hand, and fire appears in my hand. It lights up the room to reveal a pile of food in the corner, along with a lot of sodas. There's a dog bed in the corner, and in the far back there's two mattresses stacked on each other.

In other wards, I'm home.

"Biscuit, hey, Biscuit!" I call out. A little shibe pops up from behind the mattresses. I chuckle and open my arms, gesturing for him to come over. I pet him for a bit before walking over and grabbing some food. I grab myself a slice of watermelon and I feed Biscuit some dog chow. I pour his dog chow in a bowl before sitting on my bed, thinking of what I should do.

My magic is coming along pretty well. Like, I've mastered illusionary feats and I can cast simple spells. I can control my fire powers fairly well. Plus, my skills with my spear are exemplary.

What do I do now?

My life feels empty now. There's still that hope I can one day find my dad, but... it's been two years I've spent looking for him. So that's kind of... maybe i should give up.

But if I give up, what else is there for me to do?

I sigh and close my eyes. I feel Biscuit get up on the bed with me. At least I'm not alone.

"I guess all I have to do now is to live for myself. Do what I want. Deal with the consequences of it all." I smile. "That's how life should be."

I feel myself drift into a deep sleep.

I'm in my red fighting dress, my hair is styled up and out of my face. Fire surrounds me as I wield my spear. I'm facing an army of green undead soldiers. I'm on a clear bridge, yet he bridge lights up with millions of colors. I smile as my spear impales a soldier, I'm really enjoying this adrenaline rush of a life or death battle. I'm getting lost in the battle.

I feel as if this is what I'm meant to do. Meant to fight. Meant to be a one woman army in these wars.

I turn to see a bunch of people boarding a ship. My gut instinct tells me they need to be protected. So I throw my spear at a soldier near by and I summon a huge, huge spear. Like the size of a castle. And I jump on it and ride it over, grabbing my spear and then letting the huge one disappear into flames. I begin fighting some more, until—

"(Y/N)! Hurry, you must help Lo..." I hear a deep voice call to me. I immediately turn and summon a plethora of the large spears. With each spear I summon, I feel myself getting more and more tired. However, I know I need to keep fighting.

"Alright, leave it to me!"