Loki Laufeyson pulled his sword out of an unlucky guard's chest, leaving him dead on the ground. Asgard had descended into chaos but it had only recently reached the palace. Loki's significant other, Y/N, was probably still in bed. He wanted to protect them. Keep them from harm. He had made his way down the hall to their room, killing anyone who came his way. His clothes were no longer impeccable, his face no longer clean. Blood spattered on his suit and a stain was growing on his calf where a sword had sliced his flesh open.
The gilded halls were long, bodies were scattered across the floor, some palace guards, others the insurgents. Loki was trying his best to run to Y/N's room, but the gash in his calf was making it difficult. When he did make it to Y/N's room he found the door ajar and the chamber empty. Loki's heart seemed to stop. There was a splatter of blood on the wall. He turned on his heel and limped out of the room, continuing down the hallway. Maybe Y/N would be there.
And there they were, surrounded by insurgents. So Loki killed them.
And approached Y/N. Who backed away.
"You're just as bad as them." They cried.
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Marvel x Reader Shorts!
Hayran KurguThis is for the July 2018 Camp NaNoWriMo. All shorts will be around 200 words and will use they/them pronouns to be accessible to all! There will be no second parts to any of these one-shots! If you do write something that comes after one of these...
