Loki | One Shots

She Wolf

A/N - This is a crossover with The Originals but it's pretty self explanatory so you don't need to have seen the show.

A lone wolf, forgotten and abandoned, ran through the trees, leaping over fallen logs and dodging branches. This wolf, so alone and broken, was no normal wolf. This she-wolf was so much more.

Her name was Y/N Mikaelson.

When Loki arrived on Earth, having been away from it for 1000 years, he knew it would be different to what it was and she would not be there, yet his heart still ached. Leading the attack on New York was almost therapeutic for him, to destroy the beautiful city that his beloved could never lay eyes on, out of bitter resentment. Going back to Asgard, being torn away from her resting place, he didn't argue. He saw no point in arguing, no mortal could live 1000 years and survive. He had said he would return, she had said she would wait forever. The bitter thought of her waiting her entire life for him to come back, only to die alone tormented him daily, he knew logically it wasn't his fault and yet he still took the blame. Her love had left his heart empty, the guilt could help replace the sour emptiness.

Running through the woods, her messy hair hit her face as she spun giddily, her arms spread as she danced in the freshly fallen leaves. He stood watching with a wide smile, a genuine smile, as he leaned against a nearby tree.

"You're going to make yourself dizzy, Darling." Loki spoke gently, an air of humour in his voice as he watched.

"No I'm not!" Y/N giggled, spinning faster as he shook his head amusement, "see! Perfectly not dizzy!"

"Perfectly not dizzy?" Loki laughed, the mocking gentle and kind unlike his usual harsh behaviour to his brother.

She hummed in agreement unconvincingly, her eyes shut as she stopped spinning, clearly wobbling on her feet. He raised an eyebrow at her, moving from the tree just in time to catch her as the dizziness took over and she fell into his waiting arms. Scooping her up bridal style, he grinned down at her as he began the walk back to her village.

Loki raked his hand through his hair, trying to block out the memories that assaulted him as he watched his adopted brother talk to his team mates. Memories of Y/N never left him, always reminding him of what he had lost. Flicking his eyes up to see the group in front of him, a weary sigh fell from his chapped lips as he watched them discuss and strategise for the next mission. He didn't feel remorse for his actions, he couldn't when his bitter resentment still resided in his heart, but he did feel guilt that lives had been lost and so joining the Avengers helped to right his wrongs, Thor called it 'redemption'.  He didn't want redemption, he only wanted her.

Klaus Mikaelson walked through the forest, his eyes keen and ears alert as the bushes rustled and wildlife fled. He was in her territory , her terrain, the she-wolf. With practiced, slow movements he continued to walk. He didn't bother searching, she would find him.

A beautiful, white wolf stepped out from the bushes, her fur a shocking contrast to her burning golden eyes. Stepping closer to him, she lowered her head to show she meant no harm, he was pack.

"Hello, love."

"Loki!" Tears stained her red cheeks, her dress had multiple cuts and gashes, the fabric torn beyond repair. Blood red clung to the bottom of the dress, leaving a crimson trail behind her as she ran towards him.

"Y/N? Y/N! What happened?" As soon as he saw her, the state she was in, he dropped the book he was reading and dashed towards her. Catching her as she collapsed in despair, he shushed her and he gently stroked her tangled hair. Sobbing, she buried her head into his green tunic as he held her close.