Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

12

Hey everyone! Actually lowkey proud of how this is going, but I'll probably wrap it up soon. I feel like 15-20 chapters is reasonable, don't you agree? Anyway, this part is taking place at the same time as chapter 11 if that makes sense. Hope you're enjoying the story so far xo

*Loki's P.O.V. again*

(Y/N)'s eyes roll back in her head, and she slumps forwards. I catch her before she hits the deck, carefully carrying her inside. She may have just "beaten the shit out of me" as she would say, but I don't want her to get injured.

"You're an idiot," I say as I lay her gently on the floor. She doesn't have a couch and I don't fancy trying to get her into her bed, so this will have to do.

As far as I can see, I haven't done too much damage to her, but then again, it's only been a few minutes. I think I broke her nose and there's a nasty bit of dark purple swelling over her left eye, on her cheeks, and in two places on her jaw. She also has finger-shaped bruises around her neck, and that's only what I can see on her face.

Resignedly, I pull her shit up to her chest, leaving her breasts covered. I've done some rather awful things, but I refuse to perv on innocent women I just knocked unconscious, and this is (Y/N). There are already bruises forming where I kneed her, but I don't think the damage is too bad. I carefully run a hand over her ribs, feeling for any broken bones. There are none, so I go to where I know she keeps a first aid kit and find dressings, creams for swelling, and instant cold packs.

I quickly go back to her, noting the scratches and bruises on he legs that must have come from when I slammed her against the wall, or maybe when she was struggling against me. Either way, I have to fix her nose first. Luckily, I know how to realign a nose from reading old medical textbooks as a child, so I can do that easily enough.

After it's set, I move on to the rest of her face. Even with her skin stained dark blue and purple, and with patches of swelling and cuts, she's still as beautiful as ever. I tear my eyes away from her still, peaceful face and go back to fixing her up.

It's all relatively straightforward, I just wipe the blood and dirt from any cuts she has and apply dressing where necessary, rubbing antiseptic cream into them as gently as I can, even though I can see that she's out cold. The bruises I just rub an anti-inflammatory cream into and leave it at that, then I strap icepacks wrapped in bandages onto where I deem appropriate.

I sit back to admire my handiwork, then pull her shirt back down and brush a strand of yellow off her face. Already, there's a tiny strip of (y/h/c) growing back at the roots. Carefully, I scoop (Y/N) into my arms and carry her up to the bed, laying her down gently and pulling the covers over her body. I take one last look at her, touching her cheek lightly with a finger before turning away and seeing to my own injuries.

I can feel a lot of the injuries, but I decide to take care of the ones I can't see before I do the rest, in case (Y/N) wakes up and does something stupid. Grabbing the same cream, dressing and antiseptic wipes as I used on her, I head into (Y/N)'s tiny bathroom where I examine my face closely.

There's a cut on my lip and it's swollen and purple, a bruise on the tip of my jaw, my nose is red and starting to go purple though it isn't broken, more bruises on the side of my jaw and cheek, and some blood on the top of my head. I dab gingerly at the little cuts that riddle my skin, then rub cream into them and on the bruises. As a frost giant, I heal faster than others, even Asgardians like (Y/N).

Finished fixing my face, I go back into the living room and slip my shirt off, then start to attend to the myriad of bruises I can see all over my torso, glancing occasionally at (Y/N) to check that she's still sleeping and hasn't died.