Providence Of Divinity || Loki X Reader

Chapter 26

"We are so fu–– "

You did not get to finish this pessimistic and admittedly accurate statement. Loki looked up sharply and grabbed your wrist, pulling you down into the hardened snow. You looked off in the direction his eyes had moved, your stomach giving a start when you beheld the hoard of frost giants running in your direction. Green smoke clouded your vision for a brief moment until it cleared. You knew you were invisible to their bloodred eyes, but what good would that do? They would see the dent in the snow. They may have already seen you before Loki shielded you with his magic. There were far too many to fight. Death was an absolute certainty––

They ran past the spot you lay hidden without so much as a sideways glance. No one cared to pay any attention whatsoever to the indicative depression in the ice that signaled your location. Loki felt as surprised as you, for so you could tell by the twin emotion burning hotly in your chest. He looked after them as they passed, then back in the direction they had come. Those were the frost giants that had been in the chasm. "They're running from something," Loki observed uneasily. 

You looked toward the chasm in question just in time to see a yard of land fall into it with a rumble. It was disconcertingly like the vision you had shared with Loki; the land being consumed, red and black clouds covering the sky. . . 

"This is a nightmare," you exclaimed, standing as Loki did so. The two of you emulated the frost giants in getting the hell away from the widening chasm.  

Loki was too out of breath to make a sarcastic remark in response to your stupidly self-evident statement. The scream on the air only seemed to be getting louder. Madly, Loki halted mid-run and looked to the sky, dropping the cloak of magic that kept you concealed. "Heimdall, get us out of here!" he shouted. You grabbed his forearm, looking up hopefully. Nothing happened. Loki cursed, grabbing your hand and continuing to bolt away from the trembling earth behind you. 

The village that was located not far from the chasm site was where the giants had fled to. You stopped on the hill that overlooked the little cluster of houses and a market square.  Loki was painfully out of breath, resisting the urge to plant his palms on his knees and pant. You knelt, heart thundering, and not from the exertion. Off in the distance, a vortex was forming in the sky, red lighting cutting brief flashes in the black clouds.  "That's her," you said firmly. 

Loki looked up. The swirling darkness reflected in his blue-green eyes, his mouth falling open the slightest bit. He got control of his frozen tongue and said agreeably, "I would consider that a safe assumption. Not a pleasant individual, is she?"

You wanted to shake him. "You know I can feel you wanting to shake in your boots, right? Your bravado is wasted and, not to mention, annoying."

"Sorry. Reflex. Would you prefer I fall trembling into your arms?"

"It would be a less aggravating thing for you to do, yes."

"We are going to die," Loki snapped, "and you choose now to complain about my sarcasm?"

"I complain about your sarcasm regularly, the imminent threat of death not withstanding."

The Asgardian looked at you in a very sour manner. "Perhaps we could postpone this fascinating discussion for a more leisurely moment."

"Excellent suggestion. Er. . . Do you have any other suggestions, by chance? I have no idea what to do about the pissed off demi-god we were tricked into freeing. We've seen what she wants. I have the distinct impression that talking her out of it would be difficult."

 "Now whose being falsely conversational to cover up their anxiety?"

"Point taken. What the hell do we do?"