Loki x (Mostly) Male Reader Collection

Easy Read (Loki x Male Reader) Pt 2

Everything felt cloudy. The feeling dissociation was familiar in the very least. Being unable to recognise one's own body, feeling as if they're out of place and not grounded. Except this was excruciatingly obvious. You were aware of your body being used as a puppet while you were forced to watch. This forced dissociation brought only discomfort and panic to your mind. You struggled for control only to feel a strong presence dominate and take control. You knew who that presence was. You cried out in pain as you mentally threw Loki off.

"This is not you!" you yelled out.

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You woke up in a cold sweat, gripping the armrests of the seat. Your knuckles turned white from the strength of your grip, heart pounding in your ears. Your eyes darted around only to find leather straps holding down your arms and legs.

"I'm amazed you managed to escape my control," Loki's voice said from the side. "I'm impressed with how your mortal mind could clash against mine." He reached out to hold your face in his hand. His grip was iron-like and he forced you to look at him. His emerald eyes sparkled but you frowned at the icy blue that appeared every now and then in his irises.

"You're fighting it," you said.

"What?"

"The sceptre. You're trying to break free from that monster's influence," you continued.

"What exactly did you see when you were invading my mind," Loki snarled, his grip becoming tighter as he held your face. The pain only amplified now.

"You- you were being tortured and-"

"Has anyone told you not to go through someone's personal life?" Loki hissed. He threw your head back, hitting the top of the chair. Pain rung throughout your skull and you grit your teeth to avoid crying out.

"I... can't help it," you panted. "It's my job... and my curse." Loki looked at you with curiosity.

"You don't like having this power?" he asked. "The ability to know that no one could ever lie to you or hide anything from you."

"Doesn't exactly sound like paradise to me," you spat. You leaned back, head resting on the top of the chair. "There's a lot of assholes out there, but then again, I'm probably just bad at choosing who I like," you chuckled. You looked around and sighed. "Where am I anyway?"

"On top of Stark Tower, you have front row seats to the war," Loki replied. "Speaking of the war, seems like the man of Iron has arrived." He walked off to greet him.

"Why are you still keeping up this ruse? You're losing because you want to anyway!" you called out. "You're an open book, Loki," you murmured.

"Then you'll know why I do this then," Loki aside softly. You looked over to see an illusion of him walking swiftly towards you. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before stepping back and letting the illusion disappear with a smirk on its face. You shook in the chair attempting to get out. 'Might as well go out with style' The idea echoed in your mind and you grew frustrated.

"You!" you yelled out before the chair toppled forward with you in it, only to have you land on your chin onto the tiled floor. You groaned out in pain and attempted to roll onto your back while being restrained by the chair. Glass shattered in the other room as someone was seemingly thrown out the window, only to be replaced with Tony's voice. A loud yell, which sounded like Loki, was heard as he was shot out the window and you heard heavy footsteps walking over glass and called out. "Hey! Help! I'm stuck in this chair and I can't exactly get out." Out of the corner of your eye, you saw gold and red as the heavy footsteps grew closer and lifted the chair, along with you, into the air. "Oh hey," you said, head hanging down from the weight of not only gravity but a newfound exhaustion that seemed to be sweeping over you.