loki stuffssssss

whatever it takes; the sacrifice.

summary: au where loki is working with the avengers in endgame - he is assigned to retrieve the soul stone with you, neither of you yet knowing what the cost will be.
chapter: the sacrifice.
words: 3,400
warnings: sadness, pain, major character death, sadness, angst, oh did i mention sadness and tears

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Five years ago, we lost. All of us. We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. Today, we have a chance to take it all back. You know your teams, you know your missions. Get the stones, get them back. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn't mean we should know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. This is the fight of our lives. And we're going to win. Whatever it takes. Good luck.

That's what Steve's latest inspirational speech had been. Now you're on Vormir with your long-term boyfriend, Loki. The mission was unclear to you, you weren't informed as to how the soul stone was obtained, or what it would cost. You almost dread what the price is, given the ominous cliffs close by as you walk up the stairs with your hand holding Loki's, silent save for the wind until Loki turns to look at you.

"You know, Y/N, you are always stunning, but I much prefer my colors on you." With a flash of green light, your white and red time-travel suit turns to jet black with emerald green and gold highlights. Loki grins with approval before making his suit match. You look at his matching one, twin daggers in the belt he'd insisted to be added to his suit - he'd said there were precious objects he needed close to him at all times.

You had rolled your eyes and chuckled when he claimed that, not surprised in the slightest that he found it necessary to keep his favorite daggers with him, despite his ability to conjure them. He had said they were important; you had laughed and told him they couldn't be that important. Now, as you hold his hand, you smile, walking close to him as you travel up the steps.

Once you and the god had reached the top, you were slightly tired. You silently think to yourself how you're lucky to only be in the first trimester of your pregnancy while having to walk so much. Not that Loki knew, of course.

You wanted to tell him, but you knew now was not the time. Loki was overprotective to begin with, especially during missions. But if he knew you were pregnant? You knew he wouldn't let anyone within a mile of you, not wanting a threat to the love of his life, and his child, to even be a possibility. He'd be far too focused on you rather than the mission. You had talked about kids in the future with him, and he loved the idea - the only setback was that he was scared of becoming as terrible as Odin. You assured him that he was nothing like Odin, and that he would be an amazing father, which seemed to help. You couldn't wait for this mission to be over, you decided to tell him as soon as you both got home.

Your fingers are still entwined until a shadowed, cloaked figure emerges, and you get into a defensive stance - that is, you're halfway into it before Loki already has his daggers drawn, in a protective stance in front of you, always ready to keep you safe.

"Welcome, Loki, child of Laufey..." You could practically feel Loki tense upon hearing his true father's name, and you looked at Loki before stepping next to him. He sighs silently as you do but keeps his daggers poised to attack, not knowing if the stranger would pose a threat to you. "Y/N, daughter of Y/P/N..." Your gaze snaps back to the figure when he speaks your name.

"How do you know us?" Loki speaks demandingly, the figure emerging into the light to respond - you nearly gasped upon seeing Red Skull. No, that can't be, he died! It must be some coincidence, and it was only making the mission more confusing. You listen intently as the conversation continues between Loki and Red Skull, knowing it could give you information on the soul stone.