Loki X Reader

Raphael

LOKI'S POV (AGAIN, COZ ILY BBY and I'm sorry for the un-professionalism, but I really have to use the y/n thing now.

Y/N: your name

F(or L)/N: First or Last name

Y/A: Your age

E/C: Eye colour

F/C: Favourite colour

H/C: Hair colour)

Stupid me. What am I doing. Why am I even still here. Y/N is gone. I was broken and bleeding inside. Who am I kidding I still am. Why would Lilith even pull that kind of cruel trick on me! I am the trickster! Not a seven year old child from Helheim! Bah!

I wasn't even paying attention to what was going on anymore. Screams were lessening, and the sound of Cyndarians was as well. Possibly dead. My eyes stung and I was probably crying. I didn't care though. What use is caring when there is nothing left to care for.

I just sunk to my knees, and buried my head in my hands. I wanted to scream and hurt myself and other people, but that wouldn't bring her back. Nothing would, and nothing could. I just sat on the now broken balcony, ripe with grief.

"Brother?" I heard Thor mumble from somewhere. He must be standing right behind me. "Brother, just know I have been through this as well." I looked him in the eye, and glared.

"No. You haven't." I snapped. "You may have been in the room when Frigga died, but that was familial regret. I practically stole this girl from her family, and now they think she's dead. You have not dealt with this type of grief before, Thor, so don't even dare to sympathise with me!" He didn't even flinch when I screamed at him.

I wasn't expecting what happened next. Normally Thor would have yelled back or broken something, but this time, he hugged me.

As much as I was against any contact from Thor, this was an instance when I allowed it. I just hugged him back, hoping silently not to cry anymore. How does one not cry when his girlf- no. His lover, just fell off a building.

I quickly pulled away, when I heard something coming up the side of the building. Sadly enough, it turned out to be Iron Asshole. He landed next to Thor and his mask came away to reveal his face.

"Where's Y/N?" He asked, looking out for her. I just said nothing and started walking back inside. He called out again, asking me the same thing. Thor could tell I didn't want this argument right now and said she was sleeping. Sometimes he was a big, annoying oaf, and others he was less impulsive and more concerned. I just walked towards the bedroom and sat on the bed.

I've had it. On more than one occasion she's been taken from me. How dare they. How dare those foul creatures think they can steal from me. Why would the fools even think of it!

I'm going for Revenge. Thor would stop me. I know it. Maybe I can win her soul back. Maybe, but there is no chance my daughter would listen to me. I haven't spoken to her in centuries. I could feel more tears threatening to fall. Not despairing ones though. Angry ones.

Very, very angry ones.

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•Your POV, human being of some relation.•

You sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the slightly melted pendant around your neck. Abadon and Lilith were still in the ballroom, revelling in the appreciation of their people. You felt like a stranger to them, and left. How could you be in a room like that when you felt bad for nearly killing the Queen.

And then Loki. You weren't upset about him anymore. Better forget than forgive the bastard right now. You just twirled the pendant between your fingers, wanting to hurt something.

Then again, Hel had suggested you fight your problems away, which you accepted the idea again immediately.

It felt nice smashing in the fire-proof foam faces of the dummies in the nearby barracks.

'One for being stupid' You thought, swinging your fist toward the dummy's face and heard a loud smack as it made contact.

'One for trusting him.'

More punches.

'One for hoping he'd be there.'

More contact.

'One for believing him.'

Slap!

'One for thinking.'

'One for crying...'

This time you kicked the dummy so hard it fell over.

"One for loving him..." You mumbled, tears prickling your eyes. You sniffed, but refused to cry. No. Not here. Not where the strongest soldiers in this god forbidden realm could see you. You quickly tied your hair up again and left the Barracks.

How else were you going to put up with his shit. Knowing him, he'd have a hissy fit and come take revenge. But He'd be crafty about it. You walked back to the ballroom, content on forgetting your problems and actually having some fun for a while.

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"May I have this dance, my lady?" Some behind you asked, bowing and holding his hand out to you. He looked about your age, with dark skin and messy black hair. Well, no one else had asked you to dance, so you accepted it in a hearbeat. He placed his hand on your waist, and the other in your hand, while you place a hand on his shoulder.

He was quite good at dancing, compared to your nervous shuffling.

"So why are you alone here?" He asked.

"Well the queen forced me to come, so I did." You answered, almost instantly. He widened his eyes, but kept dancing.

"So you know her?"

"Uh... yeah." Awkward question, awkward answer. He nodded curtly, still dancing. You realised he was about half a foot taller than you. REALLY!? Your family was made of midgets!

The boy just smiled at you. You felt compelled to smile back, but in your eyes, he seemed a little shifty.

The two of you talked as much as he wanted most of the night, due to the fact that you didn't want to scare him of your origins. He suddenly asked you something quite strange.

"How do you think Midgardians would react to an invasion?" He said. You stared at him, wide eyed.

"Don't even think about it. Midgarians have an Asgardian with them." You snapped. Now it was his turn to be surprised.

"How do you know that?"

"Well, if you haven't noticed, I am a LOT paler than everyone in this realm. I currently sound a lot different to you. And I've met the Asgardian Thunder-head." You explained, making large hand gestures. You were quite a lot paler, considering all Cyndarians had what earthlings would call 'African' or 'Black' skin.

"You still didn't answer my question." He said, staring into your eyes.

"Just don't okay. It's one of the dumbest ideas there is, excluding the fact that most Midgardians are too dimwitted to understand what was going on. If there is any chance you have a brain, you would know that the population of Midgard is at least Twenty Billion." You snapped at him, again. He trace of hurt crossed his face, and you felt a pang of regret. But it was more concern to his shifty questions that you said nothing.

Inside the ballroom, people were leaving a a slow but steady rate, so you stood up and dusted yourself off

"By the way, what's your name?" You asked him.

"Raphael. Earl Raphael." He answered. You nodded, and started walking away before he called out. "May I have the pleasure of knowing yours, my lady?" He called.

"Lady Satana." You said. "Goodnight, Raphael." Finally, you left and walked back to the room Abadon left for you.

Raphael still seemed a little shifty though.