Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 2

You woke bleary eyed in an unfamiliar hospital, one nurse standing over you checking your pulse. She gave you a faint smile when she noticed you had come back to consciousness. "How long have I been out?" you asked, disgruntled. 

"Barely two hours," she replied, giving you your wrist back. "You needed four stitches, and we are keeping you in the hospital for overnight observation.  You lost quite a lot of blood and needed a transfusion. But don't worry, you'll be back on your feet in no time."

You reached instinctively for your badge only to discover that you had no pants. Not that it would have mattered anyway. The top half of your federal identification was residing on the floor in the Stark tower, and the bottom half was God only knows where. "I'd like to check out right now please. I need to report to my superiors at Headquarters."

"That is highly unrecommended," the nurse said sternly. She added quickly, "You also have a visitor. He's been waiting for you to wake up since you were admitted."

"Thor?" you asked hopefully. Maybe he could explain himself and this absurd mark that was (you noted, checking it) still on your palm. 

"Captain Rogers," the nurse corrected. She left to fetch him, and you spent that time trying to rub off the outline on your hand. It would not allow itself to be removed. 

Steve gave you a kind smile when he walked into your room, taking a seat next to your bed. "The team thought someone should be here to talk to you when you woke up," he explained.

"Thoughtful. Where is Thor?"

The captain rubbed his hands together in front of him, looking perturbed. "He took Loki back to Asgard. He told us what he knew about, uh, soulmates." He sounded as though he felt ridiculous just saying the word. "Apparently they're rare. I mean really rare. The stuff of legend."

"So is 'Thor' and all of Norse mythology, but here we are. Go on. What does it mean to have a soulmate?"

"He didn't really know. There are ancient texts in Asgard he said he would read up on, but basically, it's some sort of Fate type of deal. Like some things are meant to happen, and certain people have to be together for that to come to pass."

"Together like. . . together together?" You felt sick.

Steve looked uncomfortable. "I don't know. I'm sure Thor will come back with the answers."

You rubbed the interlocked infinity symbols on your palm nervously, then shook your head. "Not him. Anyone but him. He's in prison, right? Thor said he would 'face Asgardian justice.' Does that mean prison?"

The soldier gave you a wane smile. "I honestly have no idea. Don't worry, nothing will happen to you."

You yearned to believe him. "I want nothing to do with Loki."

Steve said something, but you did not hear. You felt within you a second consciousness come alive, and somehow knew that Loki had just woken from sleep. You felt fear, then a strange confusion. The fear was yours. But the confusion was not. It felt like an echo of an emotion that was not quite your own. 

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Loki:

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Loki woke in a cell. 

Not a dingy Midgardian cell that was like a cage made up of bars of metal and smelled of sweat. He was in Asgard's prison, and that entailed fine white walls, a narrow bed of clean cotton, and magic that ensured no hope of escape.