The Revengers (Loki x Reader)

Chapter 29: Enjoyment

"Loki..."

"Please, just, can we talk about it before you think I'm a madman?" he suggests.

"I don't think you're a madman." I explain.

"Let me explain, (Y/n)." he demands.

"Alright." I nod, "Take your time."

He hands me one of the vodka water bottles, opening one himself and taking a large drink.

"Something happened on Asgard. All I wanted to do was sabotage Thor's coronation. So, using some my expertise, I managed to smuggle a handful of Frost Giants into the vault. Thor's coronation was disrupted, the Frost Giants were stopped- it was perfect.

Though, as ambitious as I am, I decided to urge Thor's anger on. Of course, he was furious- the selfish idiot he was. I implanted an idea within his tiny brain. Something along the lines of 'there's nothing you can do without defying father.'

Of course, at the time, Odin was my Father- as far as I was concerned. So as Thor lead us into Jotunheim for his hot-headed revenge, I alerted a guard. And thank Valhalla we did, Odin only managed to save us from being consumed by Frost Giants by a mere for seconds.

When battling, a Frost Giant grabbed my wrist- which should have burnt me. Of course, my arm turned a cold shade of blue and I was confused, to say the least.

Upon returning to Asgard, Thor was banished to Midgard for his actions. It wasn't my intention to get him banished, but it came in handy.

I confronted Odin about my true heritage. He told me the truth. He told me about the battle, about the temple, about finding 'Laufey's son and the Slave's girl'.

I was disgusted, I was betrayed... I don't even know how to describe-"

"Loki." I interrupt, "I know how it feels. You don't have to try and justify your emotions- words could not do the feeling justice."

He nods, completely finishing his first water bottle of vodka, mine only half empty.

"Well, Odin fell into the 'Odin-sleep'. The weary old man needed it, how pathetic he is. My mother deserves so much better than him." he scoffs, "But with Thor banished and Odin in the Odin-sleep, I was entitled to the throne, temporarily of course.

Push came to shove, Heimdall- the traitor he is- brought Thor back from banishment. Thor, of course, never knew of my plans, or that I wasn't his brother. The rage and mourning for my false-family was prominent in my mind, yet unknown to his.

I should've known. I was never treated the same. I may be hundreds of years younger than Thor, but he was always the favourite- the pure-bred stallion always stands above the bastard steed.

All in all, it ended with part of the bi-fröst destroyed, Thor and myself being flung into the air.

Thor grasps my weapon, Odin arrives conveniently and takes hold of Thor's foot, me and Thor dangling over the edge of the bi-fröst.

I call up to Odin, hope for his appreciation, am once again denied of any fatherly assurance or love- how wonderful.

I let go, fall into the empty abyss of space, hoping to meet my sorrowful end, right? End up at Thanos's doorstep, tortured into complying to is endeavours. The mind stone placed within my reach, fuelling my anger for Thor and hypnotising me in a way that would be undetected by myself.

I attempted domination of New York, the entire thing a destructive haze. Thor snapped me out part way, but too much damage was done. It was wither give up and face punishment, or take my chances- of course I chose the latter.

What use would it be going against the Chitauri?

Besides, I got captured in the end- that Chitauri failed me, and so did my scientist. That wasn't very exciting.

All in all, I went to Asgard, mother clouded Odin's judgement- here I stand." he explains.

"Do you enjoy it?" I ask, looking at him.

"Enjoy what?"

"Hurting people." I answer.

He looks at me with a furrowed brow, ultimately confused- whether it is the question or the answer he is confused about, I'm yet to discover.

"That's a stupid question." he retorts, brushing it aside.

"Is it?" I ask, "Is it such a stupid question?"

I look deeply into his eyes, searching for an answer- coming up empty handed.

"Think about it." I add, slowly rising from my seat and stepping away from the table, returning to Thor and the others.

Around two hours passed, the garden starting to dim with only the fairy lights emitting any light- noise and chatter blossoming.

I sit on a stool at the bar, looking out at the party, watching everybody mingle with bright smiles and shiny faces.

So fake. So, so fake.

"Alone, are we?" a voice hums, a satisfied smirk hinted within their tone.

"Not anymore, apparently." I say.

"About what you said before..." he begins.

"Don't worry about it, alright? It's in the past, y'know, maybe everyone likes hurting people to an extent? I laugh when little kids fall over. And big kids. Or just... kids. It's funny when adults fall over, but when a child falls ov-"

"I don't enjoy it." he interrupts, "Hurting people. I don't... I... I don't enjoy it."

"Then why did you do it? Why did you hurt so many people if you didn't like it?" I ask.

"I'm sure you're familiar with the term 'illusion'." he mutters.

"Yes?"

"Well, that's exactly what it is. An illusion. A cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the.. weak... to inspire fear. A desperate play for control. A helpless final resort to gaining power- any significance." he explains, his tone serious and cold- the typical playful manner of his tucked neatly away.

"You're not weak." I tell him softly, sympathy reflecting in my voice.

"Don't lie to me. I know who I am, I know what I am-"

"You're Loki. And you can't stick a label on Loki- and that's what makes you so exciting, so spontaneous. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but I know if you're there, it won't go to waste. You bring excitement, you bring the unexpected- and that's what's so...
amazing about you." I smile.

"Nobody's really thought of it in that respect." he utters.

"Well I'm honoured to be the first." I laugh.

A comfortable silence lingers over the two of us as we wordlessly watch the party go on.