Loki one-shots fanfiction ♡

25. heaven don't have a name

Title is a song by Jeremy Renner (aka Clint Barton) which I currently am obsessed with!

Trigger warning's applied.

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Loki died. Everybody knew that. It was Thor who seemed to have trouble accepting the truth.

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"Oh god," y/n groaned mournfully, "god, no please. Come on. Are you kidding me?!" She leaned backward, pressing her back a bit harder against the cushion of her couch - her favorite loveseat, rubbed her temples and groaned some more. She should have seen it coming; her blonde friend had told her once, told her that, "even death shall not have my brother. I am the God of Thunder," and y/n hadn't paid much attention to Thor back then, assuming he was only grieving the loss of Loki. She should have known what he said back then would become quite a problem now as she was watching the news about the God of Mischief's body being stolen from the morgue. Right out of the hospital.

Don't let it be what it looks like. Don't let it be what it looks like, she prayed in her head, let it be some weirdos breaking in and that that Golden Retriever has nothing to do with this!

A knock at the front door almost made her jump. It was late at night and she wasn't expecting a visitor. Y/n turned off the TV and carefully made her way to the entrance, a part of her resented it - hated it with passion - that she could already guess who it was. Maybe, she thought, maybe - just maybe - it would be better if it were to be some serial killer. She wasn't that lucky because, after having taken a peek through the peephole, it wasn't a serial killer. It was exactly who y/n had expected.

Thor stood there, looking left and right and backward and anxious as though he was oh so paranoid (he should be if what y/n guessed was correct) the second y/n opened the door he hurried his way inside without waiting for an invitation. And oh there was a bag. A fucking body bag was being dragged into her house.

"Excuse me," y/n voiced. Though the muscular man was already standing tall in the middle of the living room, with the bag on the floor.

"Hey -"

"Close the door!" Thor cut her off. He looked pale - spooked even - his forehead was covered in layers of sweat, and if not for the darkness making her vision unclear, y/n would've said he was shaking. The Almighty Thor was trembling.

"Thor -"

"I said close the door!" Thunder roared underneath his raised voice, and y/n closed the door immediately, knowing better than to act stubborn. Thor was a good friend, and he was gentle, still he was the God of Thunder and honestly anyone with a brain wouldn't want to test his patience.

After the door sealed shut silence swallowed everything whole. Not even the sound of them breathing to be heard. Just the silence and tension in the air, and eventually, it was y/n who decided to break that damn quietness because it was getting too much and, judged by this being her house after all, she thought she had the right. "What is going on, Thor?" She asked, voice almost tired.

Thor huffed. He looked at her, then his gaze lowered to the bag on the floor, and at her again. The God was thinking about some explanation, but that wouldn't be necessary. "It was all over the news!" Y/n said, probably to spare him the trouble of coming up with an excuse or explanation or whatever. She knew what he did, and maybe it was only in her head, but she believed she saw Thor relaxed a little (since he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of explaining everything to her anymore. Yep, he stole the corpse. His brother's corpse)

"It was the only way," Thor said defensively. "I can't go to my place. That's where they'll be looking first - if they're not already on their way. I - I had to do this. I'm not losing him. Not anymore."