Of Gods and Memories (LokixFemaleReader) [COMPLETED]

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^This image brings me such great joy :'')

"(Y/N)," someone is shaking my shoulder. "(Y/N) for fuck's sake, wake up!"

"You said fuck," I mumble, opening my eyes. Loki is crouched in front of me, one hand still on my shoulder. He looks anxious, and keeps glancing over his shoulder.

"Yes," he says, "I thought that might wake you."

"Where are we?" I sit up, rubbing my head. It's aching, and every muscle in my body feels like jelly. Around us, aliens of all different species are flocked together, all armed to the teeth with the strangest array of weapons imaginable.

"Nearly at Asgard," he gets up, going over to the bridge and calling, "do you think you'll be able to fight?"

"Fuck yeah," I say, scrambling up, "where are the weapons?"

"Here you go," a new voice says, and I whip around to see a huge man made of rocks standing behind me. He looks friendly, and I think he's smiling as he holds out an array of knives. "Take your pick," he says, then adds, "I'm Korg. As you can see I am made of rocks, but don't let that intimidate you. Unless, of course, you are made of scissors. Just a little, rock, paper, scissors joke for you."

"Right..." I grab a small dagger from his hand. He has a bit of an air about him that makes me think he delivers this joke regularly. "I'm (Y/N)," I say.

"Oh! You know Thor?"

"Yeah," I frown, "the bitch electrocuted me and left me on the floor."

"I know," he says, "we found you."

"Right, well, um, I'm gonna..." I gesture towards Loki, walking quickly away from Korg. "Who are all these people?" I hiss to him.

"The rebellion," he says casually.

"Rebellion? Loki, you better start explaining some things right now."

"Say please," he grins.

"Please start explaining some things right now."

"They're the prisoners with jobs," he sighs. "They rebelled against the Grandmaster and found us on the floor being zapped to death, then we stole a ship so now we're saving Asgard."

"Prisoners with jobs?" I raise an eyebrow. "Don't you mean slaves?"

"The Grandmaster doesn't like the "S" word, so that's what he called them."

"What the actual fuck." I look at Loki to see if he's joking, which he isn't. I swear to God, that dude was fucking crazy. "Wait," I say, a thought suddenly occurring to me. "Why are we saving Asgard? Can't Thor do that on his own?"

"Don't you think that saving Asgard will wipe out any criminal records we have?" he looks down at me, a self-satisfied smile playing around his lips.

"But isn't Thor king now anyway?"

"Love, do you really think he'll just let us go?"

"Maybe?" I shrug, but I can see his logic. "Ok," I relent, "so you've got a point."

"I always do."

"You're an ass," I say, but I'm smiling. "You know that, right?"

"You've told me before, and yet you agreed to spend the rest of your life with me." He raises his eyebrows, knowing he's won. It's fine, I was just joking around.

"Who ever said I didn't love you anyway?" I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. He doesn't answer, just goes back to steering the ship. Not that it actually needs steering, since it will continue to go straight if we leave it. I smile to myself, watching as the little dot in the distance that is Asgard becomes gradually closer. From here, it's flat-earther's dream.

Eventually, we can see the glittering palace, the Bifrost, the mountains, and the crystal seas that tumble over it's edge and into nothing. It's beautiful, in a surreal, magical kind of way.

"Home," I whisper, because Asgard will always be my home. Beside me, Loki glances away from the shining visage, and though I don't look away from my homeland, I think he looks sad. His cool hand slips around my waist, resting on my hip.

"It may be wise to get some armour," Loki says eventually.

"Is there any on here?" I look around, as if armour will just appear out of nowhere.

"I think so, there were a lot of weapons on here when we stole it."

"I'll ask Korg," I say, "he seemed to know what was up." I leave Loki, making my way among the various creatures until I spot Korg.

"(Y/N)," he turns around, waving at me.

"Hi," I say, "do you know if there's any armour on here?"

"Aw, yeah," he points at a pile of miscellaneous objects, "I think I saw some over there before."

"Right," I nod, going over to it. "Thanks!" I call over my shoulder.

The pile consists mainly of junk and old weapons, which I pick through until I manage to assemble some form of protection. It's not pretty by any means, and half of it isn't even the right size, but I figure that too big armour is better than no armour, right? Right.

"We're close." Loki comes up behind me as I'm fitting myself with greaves – one dark blue enamel-like stuff, the other rusted metal.

"Ok," I mutter, "almost done."

"Creative and eclectic," he prods my shoulder.

"It's not supposed to look pretty," I sniff, trying to sound aloof, "armour is for protection."

"I know, but..."

"Loki," I cut him off, turning to face him, "not everyone can look like they just walked off the runway for everything, ok?"

"What...?" he frowns, and I look pointedly at his (new) skin-tight leather outfit, cape and all. He rolls his eyes, and I smile at him, just letting him know I'm joking. I finish with fastening all the pieces on me, doing a once-over to make sure it's all there. Everything is, and, glancing over Loki's shoulder, I can see that we're about a minute out from landing on the end of the Bifrost.

"Ready?" I grin, biting my lip.

"Yes," leans down and kisses my cheek, then goes overto the doorway

Hi, sorry. Short and sweet... wait no, it was more like short and shitty. Oops! I'm kinda having a hard time focussing right now, I've three other stories at the same time lol and I'm lowkey lacking motivation... Oh well, I'll push through.