Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

23

I open my eyes slowly, acutely aware of the footsteps coming from the living room. I listen closely, deciding that whoever it is, they're large and heavy. They sigh, and the footsteps stop. I look across at Loki, still asleep beside me, then carefully swing my feet onto the floor, being as quiet as possible. I pad towards the doorway, slipping a small knife from the bedside table's drawers as I go and holding it at the ready.

In the living room, light streams through the window, illuminating a large man standing still in the middle of the room, the golden sunlight glinting off blonde hair, silver armour, and a red cape. He turns at the small gasp I give, drawing back in shock

"What are you doing here?" Thor asks, and I hold a finger to my lips.

"Be quiet," I hiss, "no need to wake up... anyone else."

"(Y/N), what are you doing in Asgard and why are you wearing my brother's pyjamas?"

"I've served my banishment," I lift my chin, determined to ignore the fact that I'm barefoot in a pair of way-too-big green silk pyjamas. Why is everything green silk?

"Have you had any news of Loki?" he asks, and I stand straighter still. If he's taking me to prison, I'm gonna make damn sure Loki stays free.

"No," I answer him, "I haven't seen him since New York."

"He must be brought to justice," Thor pounds one fist into his open palm, and I wince at the sound it makes.

"Even if I knew where Loki is," I say, hoping that if he's awake he'll hear me and stay away, "I would never tell you or help you find him. He's staying free if I have to serve a life sentence to make sure of it."

"Odd," he cocks his head to the side, "you're so protective of my brother even though you were the one who killed him in the first place."

"He's not dead," I fire, "we both know that."

"You pushed him off the Bifrost. It was almost guaranteed he would die!"

"He didn't."

"He trusted you!"

"And how do you think Odin would have treated him?" I take a step forwards, knife still in hand. "Do you think His Majesty would have been merciful, let him go with a "sorry"? I saved him."

"Your sense of what is saving a person and what is killing them are twisted," he remarks, "now come with me quietly since you seem to value the sleep of others so highly."

"No," I say, "I'm not coming with you."

"Yes you are," he smiles, then strikes out, making to grab my arm.

"Fuck," I mutter, bringing my knee up into his stomach and bashing his head with mine when he doubles over. I wrench my arm from his grip, landing a solid punch in his jaw and following through with a kick to the shin. He grunts, then uses his momentum to slam into me and push me against the wall. His arm presses onto my throat, and I gasp, kicking frantically.

"Let me go," I grit, "I swear I haven't done anything wrong!"

"You murdered my brother," he spits, "I don't care if you think it was saving him, I still watched you push him off the Bifrost bridge! And you're going to pay for it, (Y/N)."

"You're fucked," I choke, "You've got this so fucked in your own head."

"Enough," the cold voice cuts off what Thor was about to say, and we both turn to see Loki standing in the doorway, fully dressed and looking distastefully at us both.

"Brother?" Thor asks, stepping towards him and letting me slide to the floor.

"Are you ok?" he asks me, and I nod, unable to speak due to the coughing fit I'm currently having. I rub my neck, glaring at Thor. "I am willing to come with you," he turns back to his brother, "if you leave (Y/N) to do as she pleases."

"Loki, no!" I rasp, struggling to my feet. "You can't hand yourself over, you've done nothing wrong!"

"Then he has nothing to fear," Thor growls, not taking his eyes from Loki.

"Exactly," he grins, "so (Y/N) can go free and I will shortly join her."

"What?" I splutter, "I'm not letting you go and do the very thing I was protecting you from."

"You really can't stop me, love."

"Maybe not, but you're facing that asshole alone."

"Do not disrespect my father!" Thor takes a step towards me, and I poke my tongue out. By the doorway, Loki sighs.

"(Y/N)," he says, "get dressed and stop taunting Thor. You can't wear my pyjamas forever."

"I could," I look down at myself, "it's a look."

"While you are undoubtedly ravishing in everything you wear," he drawls, "I don't think that the alfather would see that as appropriate dress."

"Is there something going on here?" Thor looks between the two of us.

"Nothing you need to worry about, sweetie," I smile patronisingly, then push past him to get changed. As I brush by Loki, I make sure our hands touch, enjoying Thor's confusion.

"(Y/N)," Loki rests a hand on my waist as I pull a maroon knitted sweater down to meet my dark blue jeans, his breath tickling my neck.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask, turning around.

"I don't see many other options," he keeps his hand on my waist, our faces just inches apart.

"We could easily take him," I glance towards the door, keeping my voice quiet.

"What then?"

"Then... I trail off, glancing down. "I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Nothing will," he gently tilts my face up, looking into my eyes with utter sincerity. I can almost believe that everything will be ok. "I promise you," he continues, "I will keep you safe at all costs."

"It's not me I'm worried about," I smile sadly, laying my hand atop his. He leans down, kissing my lips gently. His cool hand cups my cheek, and I take a step forwards, resting my hands on his chest and kissing back. A cough from the doorway breaks us apart, and I turn around to see Thor staring in shock at us.

"I didn't know you two were..." he mumbles awkwardly.

"Is it impossible to kiss someone in peace around here?" I huff, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm sorry," Thor says, backing away, "I'll let you have your moment. But then we really must leave."

"Thank you," Loki says, watching as his adoptive brother turns back out of the room. He takes my hands in his, meeting my eyes again. "We'll be alright, (Y/N)," he tells me.

"I know," I smile, stretching up to kiss his cheek. "Now let's face the music."

"The music?"

"Midgardian expression," I call over my shoulder as I go out to find Thor.