Loki X Reader

Loki's Story

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OKAY GUYS!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STAYING WITH THE FIC FOR 32 CHAPTERS! AND OVER 25k READS! WOOP WOOP!

Now for the real announcment! I have a little new book called 'Some Dorky Little Multifandom Oneshots'. Self explanatory, I know. So far, there are three chapters, while I'm writing this, so I have quite a lot of work ahead of me, with Loki and the multifandom.

Excuse me and my long update spaces!

Also, this update is written weird, but I think it's fine.

<3 Ebony

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For some bizarre reason, the two of you had stayed in your armour all day, and Loki had kept your helmet somewhere with his.

"Loki," You started, staring at him over the Mcdonalds the two of you were consuming for dinner. "What happened while I was gone?" You asked. He didn't say anything, just kept eating. You repeated yourself, louder this time.

He finally looked up at you, sadness in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He asked, to which you nodded your head. "Okay..."

•Loki's POV•

DAY ONE, TUESDAY.

I barely even left the room that day. Thor kept trying to come in and talk to me, but I just ignored him completely. Why deal with him when I could be sleeping...

Well, trying to sleep.

I just sat in the room, ignoring Iron Idiot and Captain Patriotism and everyone. I wasn't in the mood for talk, or explanation as to why you weren't there. I was just so...

Broken.

DAY TWO, WEDNESDAY.

Tony managed to get into the room that day, and kept asking where you were until I gave him what I though was true.

That you fell of the balcony.

He flipped. He started yelling at me, until Thor came in to intervene. Thor wasn't much help, becuase the oaf got me locked up in the basement.

Still, I was plotting on breaking out and coming to get you.

I just... couldn't bring myself to move. I wasn't hungry or thirsty, I was just tired. Tired of not being able to sleep, ironic, isn't it?

DAY THREE, THURSDAY.

Steve came down into my cell that day, and kept questioning me as to why I hadn't told them. I told him that I didn't want to talk about it.

he started yelling at me too, which seemed quite out of Character for him.

Then I found out it wasn't him. Because he burst into flames, and turned into...

Lucifer.

DAY FOUR, FRIDAY

Thor had me chained to the floor that day. I was using my powers break out, but I couldn't move. I was stuck to the floor.

I kept yelling for Thor to come back so I could tell him why I was so enraged, but he thought I was lying.

I also finally slept for the first time in four days.

DAY FIVE, SATURDAY.

Lucifer came back today, disguised as a cleaner. He mocked me, burning me on my legs and arms. If I hadn't been chained to the god forsaken floor I would have frozen his throat and watched him die.

He told me about your Hometown, and what charred remains were left. He also found a way to show me what happened... using that giant screen thing that Jareth had or some sort of the object. I managed to see the escaping vehicle, before the... camera? Blew up.

DAY SIX, SUNDAY.

Today, I kept trying to break out. Trying.

Thor came down, all in his armour and with mine in his hands. He too the chains off, and told me to get changed. So I did, before kicking him in the shins and kneeing him in the forehead.

Then all I had to do was make it out of Stark tower, which is an adventure and a half.

DAY SEVEN, MONDAY.

I was hiding in the park that day. Not even the Widow could find me. Perfect.

I had made sure to stay in a a place no one went at night, the place people call a ... Zoo? Is that it? Anyway, once there, I made a portal, using some powder Fluer gave me a while ago, and made my way to Cyndaris. Damn that place. If I never have to go there again, it will be too soon.

~~ YOUR POV, brought to you by the Beauty that is Sebastian Michaelis ~~

You didn't even stare at Loki. You just stared at the half eaten cheeseburger in your hands. Just the fact alone that everyone blamed him for your supposed death was terrifying alone.

"So everyone back in the tower-" You started to ask him.

"Hates me again, because of what happened." He finished your sentence. You placed the cheeseburger on the paper it was once wrapped in, and hugged him. He just smirked, stroking your hair.

"I'm sorry.." You mumbled. It was technically your fault everything happened.

"It's fine, my dear." He said, pulling your head back gently. "Besides, you can make it up to me."

"How?" You asked, sighing.

"By finding us a place to stay and then cuddling with me." He smirked.

"I thought cuddling wasn't what you'd call it." You smirked. He just kissed your forehead.

"I do for you."

He knows you too well.