Ashes (MCU/Loki fan fic)

Prisoner

Your ears rang. Your head throbbed. You felt a sticky hotness on the side of your face. Definitely blood. You couldn't hear nothing other than loud ringing, eardrums possibly busted.

Every part of your body ached. You struggled and looked up, your eyes squinting as they opened but found no light. It was a dark planet. You looked to your side, horrified to see your sword shattered. It was never the strongest weapon, but how hard had you hit?

You rolled onto your neck but cried in pain. You tried to sit up, taking a second but finally managed. In less that five minutes your hearing cleared up.

Your head was still fuzzy, and for the first time you couldn't hear a single soul mention your name. "Oh god." You cried shakily, lifting a shaky hand to where you felt the blood come from your head and winced.

You struggled to your feet, where were you?

You looked around, you were all but defenseless and lost. There was no moon. Not a single star. For a moment you wondered if t was a planet of a building.

Then a thought pained your heart.

"Loki- LOKI!?" You screamed looking around "LOKI!?" You bellowed. You heard a noise, like a growl and stopped yelling.

"Loki?" You whispered, turning to the noise. You saw a small flicker of yellow, then another. Then you realized they weren't lights. They were eyes.

"Loki help-" you whispered to nothing, and with another growl you felt a sharp pain across your head and you were out again.

-

You could hear footsteps. You heard a language you didn't know. And realized your face was stickier than before.

You wicked loudly as the full pain it you. Your hands were chained to what felt to be a stone wall.

When your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, to your horror, you saw what seemed to be men with blazing yellow eyes before you.

You took deep breaths and looked around.

"So, what realm is this?" You asked calmly. They spoke in deep voices that made your skin crawl. This was no realm you had been on.

You scooted back against the wall, and laid your head gently against it.

"Shivanaala," spoke one man, slowly, and your heart stopped at the terrifying sound. Their voices the equivalent of nails on a chalk board.

"Who are you?" You snapped. The man stepped into the light, but he had no face, he was but a shadow.

"You, murderer." Man spoke slowly, he clearly had not known English well. You laughed in its- face? Not face- well- whatever.

Your hands heated up to melt the chains, but nothing happened. You looked back, and realized the bonds were just shadows as well.

Your head snapped back to them. How do you fight a phantom?

The man stepped closer, and his smoke like arm swung and hit you in the face, sending a withering feeling through you like a sickness and you yelled in pain.

"What magic is this!" You screamed as they all began to beat you. You cried and withered and panted and all you could to fight but couldn't.

The tallest one grabbed you and held you off your feet against the wall. Your head was throbbing. You were bloodied up and bruised already.

"Flame goddess." He spoke clearly.

"You're going to help me." He said.

-

People do desperate things in order to survive.

You stood, hands swiftly working at a holographic puzzle in front of the phantoms as you called them.

You slammed your fist to the table finishing as the hologram grew bigger before them. It was a complete map of nornheim.

They all talked in their odd language. Which, slowly you began t understand.

"Hana noni pacanzu" one said slowly. The phantoms circled the map. Your gazed at them, face down but eyes up.

"Mala kamu-nazka divisx" another chimed. The map was not right however. Which of course only you knew.

"Pala pala zubi?" One questioned as they all looked to you.

"Now why would I lie just for the sake of one realm?" You asked. Catching on to the vibe they were giving towards you.

They looked back to the map and began to pick it apart talking. You sighed. You'd not had a great way of tracking time here, but you'd been here for almost definitely a few months.

You'd given up hope on communicating telepathically. You thought Loki was definitely dead and grown to except that, and birdied your grief.

You accepted you would most likely be stranded here until your death or theirs. You'd not given up though.

"Quanka maguli rucya" one spoke in your direction. You raised an eyebrow.

"Beg your pardon-" BAM. you wet hit in the head. And put like a light again.