Loki x Reader One-Shots

Love and War

AN: This fic was requested on Tumblr, here is the request:

I was wondering if you would write one about Loki, while fighting a war, finds a girl who had been terribly abused by the enemy. He rescues her and cares for her and comforts her back to health. With emotions & feels. Thanks!

If you would like to request a Loki, Tom, or another Tom character, feel free to! I always love getting requests!

Also warning: Violence, torcher, and abuse and hints at smut, (Nothing happens just talking about it. )

(Y/N POV)

I could hear the sounds of yelling and fighting above and around me, and it made me tense. I was huddled in the corner of the small room, the cold stone floor made me shiver as it touched the bare skin through my torn-up clothes. The metal shackles where eating through the skin on my wrists and ankles, causing new blood to run over the already dried blood around them. I heard soft footsteps walking towards the door of the small room, the sounds of their feet coming through the small hole in the bottom, where they could send me rotten food. I made a soft whimpering sound, then mentally cursed myself for making any noise at all.

"Hello," An unknown voice said from the other side of the door. "Is there someone there?"

Should I call out? What if they want to kill me? Then I thought about the hell I was living in now, and how I would welcome the warm embrace of death if it meant I would be free of this.

"He..Hel.." I was trying to speak but my voice didn't want to work. "Help."

That was all I could get out before my voice gave out, and just from trying to talk I could feel myself growing faint. I could hear the sound of someone trying to open the door to my cell, but before I could see who it was, I passed out.

(Loki's POV)

I had managed to slip away from the main battle and was trying to find some sort of headquarters, where I could find some battle plans or maybe even someone who knew the plans.

I was walking down a long cold hallway; the floor was made of stone and there were doors to either side of me. As I walked, I heard something like a small whimper come from behind one of the doors, making me stop.

"Hello," I call out, ready to fight anyone who could jump out at me. "Is there someone there?"

Nothing. I was about to start walking when I heard a soft voice.

"He...Hel..." The broken voice sounded strained and full of pain. "Help."

I made my way to a door with a small hole in the bottom, where I thought the voice was coming from. I tried to open it, but the door needed a key. I stepped back and used my magic to unlock it, and then proceeded to open the door, where I was met with a horrifying sight.

A girl with Y/H/L Y/H/C hair and Y/S/C was curled up in a ball in the corner of the room, metal shackles around her bloody wrists and ankles attached her to the wall a few feet away. Her clothes were so ripped and torn apart, that to say she didn't have any would be a more accurate statement. She seemed to be unconscious, but her body still shivered because of the cold stone beneath her.

I walked over to her unconscious form and kneeled next to her. I removed my long green and black leather jacket and wrapped her fragile form in it. She seemed to lean into my touch and the newfound warmth of my jacket. Once I had covered her body with my jacket, I lifted her off the cold damp stone floor and carried her bridle stile out of the small room she had been in for who knows how long.