Loki X Reader

Nightmare

The two of you walked alongside the small road at night, you glanced at Loki. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept in days. He had used his magic to manipulate your armour into jeans, a hoodie and chuck taylors, making you very impressed with how well he knew your style.

He had also changed his look to someone with similar appearance to you. The two of you were now holding hands, looking for a motor inn. But one question was stuck in your head.

"How are we going to pay tomorrow?" You asked him.

"We're not." He said. You deadpanned. What does he mean 'We're not?' Are the two of you going to ditch the place when you wake up the next day or something? Most likely.

As the two of you reached the motel, he stopped. He let go of your hand.

"I am going to look around of an empty room, you stay and watch for me." He said softly, you glared at him.

"No, we're both going to. It'll be really suspicious if I'm here alone." You said. He rolled his eyes, smiling.

"Nice to see you haven't changed at all in the last week." He sighed. He grabbed your hand again, and speedily ran towards the nearest room. He looked through a hole in the window, seeing two figures asleep. "Damn." He stepped over to the next one, seeing it empty. His smile widened.

"How're we gonna get in?" You asked. He let go of your hand again, and faced his palms towards the door.

"Well, my dear. I haven't shown you all my magic." He whispered, and gave you pleased stare when you heard a satisfying click of the lock. He opened the door, and stepped into the dark room. You almost wanted ti push him onto the bed next to the door and sleep, but that probably wasn't an option at that time. Instead, you followed him inside, discovering any hidden parts of the room. There was a little platter, filled with instant coffee, tea-bags and biscuits for visitors to consume at their own will. As the two of you found the bathroom, he smiled. "I have not had a bath in a long time~" He purred seductively.

"Whoa there trickster, keep your pants on." You scowl. He just chuckles. "I had one last night in a fucking lava pit." You say.

"I was just joking." He said, petting your head like a pet. "Are you tired?"

"Very." You manage to mumble, before he hoists you up into his arms, and walks back over to one of the beds in the small motel room. He lays you down. "I ain't sleepin' in jeans!" You excliam, making him smirk again. He uses his magic to swap out your hoodie and jeans for a pair of shorts and a black croptop.

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"Come here and cuddle me." You said, opening your arms wide. He chuckled, using the towel to dry off his wet hair from his bath. Of course, being overconfident, he just had a pair of trousers on. He didn't take too long in the bath though, because he knew how much nicer sleeping with you in his arms was. He lifted the sheets, slid in to the bed, and wrapped his slender arms around your waist. Using his hand, he moved some stray hairs from your eyes, smiling softly.

"I really did miss you." He whispered.

"I missed you too. I got too hot sleeping alone."

"Well you certainly have gotten hotter..." He mumbled, smirking. You could tell that was an innuendo and gently smacked him.

"You make it sound as if I wasn't already hot." You grumbled.

"You were, but I didn't think you would miraculously become more so."

"You're a dick."

"I love you too." He whispered. You smiled sleepily, resting your head on his bare chest. He used his fingers to gently trace designs on your back, swirling her and there. It was quite relaxing. Soon enough, you were falling asleep.

And then the nightmares kicked in.

During your time on Cyndaris, you were succumbing to vivid nightmares, and constantly woke up screaming. You were so tired because of it.

You dreampt of Loki, for the first time in a week. He had become and Ice Giant, and was trying to kill you. You were using your magic all you could, but failing as he advanced closer. Being an Ice Giant, either he would put out whatever Fire you were using, for you would hurt him, which is something you hardly wanted to do.

In your dream, he had finally pushed you into a corner, and you were too tired to fight back with magic. Only when he got closer, he suddenly changed into a face you never thought to see again. Raphael. He tried to kiss you, and even though you fought back physically, you were losing. His face contorted into one you would rather was bleeding and screaming.

Lucifer.

"I will find you, little princess. And when I do, I'll kill you and whatever little friends you have."

And then he stabbed you, leaving you to bleed out on the freezing cold cement of your abandoned home.

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You woke up, screaming and nearly pulling the hair from your head. Loki was sitting up beside you, looking like he had been trying to wake you up. He embraced you, stroking your hair and whispering that it was all okay, and just a nightmare. You sat there, being held by Loki and shaking and crying. You looked at the clock beside the bed, seeing the time. It was 1:00 in the morning, but you had no plans on going back to sleep. Only, the dream felt more like a vision than a dream.

"Loki.." You said, half sobbing. "We need to *sniff* Get to New York." You looked up at him, knowing something would happen soon if you weren't there.

"Why? For all I know the fools are pro-" He started, before being interrupted.

"Loki." You said, stopping him. "Lucifer's planning something, and I'll be damned if I'm going to sit by and let someone else die because of that bastard."

"How do you know?"

"Why else do you think I woke up screaming?"

"Becaus-"

"It wasn't a bad dream!" You shout at him, knowing he was going to say that. "Babe, there was something strange about that dream. He said that he'll find me, and then kill anyone I know that's not already dead. If anyone gets killed because of some sadistic human-torch asshole, it'll be all my fault'" You push away from him, getting off the bed and pacing around the small hotel room, hearing sirens nearby. Shit.

Someone must have heard your screams and assumed you had died. You rushed to under the kitchen sink, searching for a plastic bag. When you found it, you tipped everything on the platter with the teabags and sugar into it. Loki waved his hand at the door, sighing as he heard it lock. He also clicked his fingers, and the two of you were in your hoodies and jeans again. Lucky too, because the sirens were getting closer now. There was banging on your door, and you heard a jingle of keys. Loki quickly made the bed, and the two of you escaped the room via window just as the door burst open.

So much for a place to rest and spend the night.