Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 12

Loki stumbled backward. 

"Well," you said conversationally. "She was an interesting perso--hey, wait up!"

When Loki got his wits about him again, he slammed his knife back into its compartment and bolted across the room. You followed at a more sluggish pace, slowly becoming aware of a pain in your stomach. You caught up to Loki as he knelt in front of the throne, inspecting its base. "What are you looking for?" you wanted to know.

"Why you were shown this room," Loki replied. There was an urgency to his voice, and you looked inward, finding him frighteningly anxious. "There must be a reason. Surely there must be a reason!"

"Is something the matter? What's going on?"

He glaced at you, moving along the rim of the great chair, looking for who-knows-what. "Irina. She wanted information out of us; to know what we know. But I think she was also stalling for time. It can't be long now. This room will be swarmed with guards."

"You should probably hurry then," you sighed, finding you didn't have it in you to share his anxiety. 

He turned to you with a scathing glare. "If you would condescend to help me, perhaps we could get out of here faster."

"And what would I be looking for exactly? I wouldn't know it if I did find whatever it is. I get the feeling you won't either."

Loki stood after having inspected the entire bloody chair. There was nothing. Not even a glyph! What now? Why this room? He had felt so confident that whatever goose chase Fate had sent him on, this room would hold the first clue to everything making some semblance of sense. 

Irina had spoken of a power. What power? The Jotuns were always grasping for power. But she had seemed deadly certain that whatever it was, it was strong enough to do serious damage. Was that part of why the two of you were here? Or just a distraction? And how in Hell was he supposed to be able to tell the difference?

You felt a flood of anger fill his chest (and thereby your chest), strong enough that it was startling prominent, even at this proximity. You stepped up to him and gently put your hand on his shoulder.

His eyes closed, his fury easing. That touch was so familiar. Gentle, strong, reassuring. He couldn't place why it made his pain ease.

"Loki, we should go. We'll figure it out once we're safe."

Your voice broke the spell. He turned, brushing you off of him in doing so. "Can you run?"

You went to shrug, but found even the effort of that task didn't appeal to you. "I guess I really can't. I'm just getting more and more tired for some reason." 

Worrying though that was, Loki shoved the concern down. "May I carry you?" He thought you might have responded indignantly to just being picked up.

Your face contorted into an expression that showed just what you thought of that idea. "Can we not just put up an illusion and take it slow?"

"Irina knew who I was. She'll have told all her guards, and they will take steps to make that method almost impossible now. Speed is what we need. Preferably before they have all the exits blocked."

You were too tired to argue further. "Fine."

He stepped up to you, stooping down to wrap one arm under your knees, the other under your shoulders. He hefted you up bridal style with no obvious display of effort. You rested your forearms across your stomach, which reminded you of the pain that had resurfaced. 

Green fog enveloped around you, making you invisible to outside eyes. You slipped a hand under your shirt, feeling around the area where the pain was coming from. You pulled the hand away bloody, holding it up in front of you, confused.