The Maximoff Triplets | Loki x Reader

Chapter Fourteen

A week later and everything was going fine. Loki and I had been assigned on a mission together, and we were on our way there now.

Our team consisted of Wanda, Pietro, Thor, Loki, and I. Or, as Tony liked to call it, the Sibling Squad.

I was the leader of this particular mission, which was extremely exciting since I had never led one before. It was also very nerve racking. I kept thinking about how things could go wrong. I was their leader – if they got hurt that was on me.

Damn. Now I sound like Steve.

Loki put an arm around me and pressed a kiss to my temple.

"You'll do fine," he whispered.

I looked over at my siblings. Wanda was looking at me the way I look at her when she and Vision do something cute. Pietro was just looking at anything but Loki and me.

A week into Loki and my relationship and my siblings were actually staying calm about it. There were no threats, no death glares, nothing.

We arrived at the mission base and I gave my commands.

"Alright. Thor, Pietro, Wanda, you guys need to be the distraction out front. Loki, you're coming with me," I said, scanning the base.

Everyone went off to complete their tasks. Loki and I didn't talk out loud or telepathically as we crept through the base.

"This is too quiet," I muttered.

Just like last time, an alarm started blaring.

"Really? Again?" I exclaimed.

"Y/n? There's too many to handle. We're getting overwhelmed out here," Wanda said into the comms.

"Abort. If it's too much, just get out. Loki and I will be out in a minute," I replied.

"Y/n-" my brother began, but I cut him off.

"Go, Pietro! We'll be fine, I promise."

After Pietro had agreed to abort, I got close to Loki.

"You think you can teleport us out of here?" I asked.

Before he could reply, three agents entered the room, all holding massive guns. The one in the middle shot the gun, but instead of bullets, fire shot out of the end. I controlled the fire, twisting it away from us.

"We need to leave," I told Loki. "Now."

He moved to my side and grabbed my arm as two of the agents shot fire. I grabbed it and threw it back at them, but I wasn't watching the third agent. He shot fire and both Loki and me. It hit our joined hands and we both cried out in pain.

Loki quickly teleported us to the quinjet. I looked at him to assess the damage and saw that he was slowly turning blue.

"Loki?" I asked.

He looked at me with pain and fear in his eyes before he teleported away in a green flash.

"Loki?" I called. "Loki!"

"Calm down, Lady y/n," Thor said, restraining me. "He is fine. He will be back at the tower. Let him explain then."

I reluctantly sat down and spent the rest of the trip in a panic. Wanda patched my arm up while I got lost in thought. Was Loki okay? Why was he turning blue? Was he going to die?

As soon as we landed at the tower, I rushed off the quinjet and towards Loki's room. I started knocking on the door.

"Loki?" I called.

I heard a muffled 'go away!' from behind the door. I moved toward the door and heard crying. I was not going to let Loki cry alone.

I opened the door quietly and looked to the centre of the room. Loki was kneeling on the floor with his face in his hands and a massive burn on the side of his arm. But Loki wasn't the way he usually was. He was blue all over. He looked like... like a Frost Giant.

"Now you know," he croaked, tears running down his face.

I had never seen him like this. He always had his court mask on, and I was the only one to get a positive emotion out of him.

I quickly ran to his side and crouched down. Loki flinched away from my touch.

"Loki, please," I whispered.

Loki looked up at me.

"Please what? I am a monster!" he growled. "Now you know, and now you can run away! I understand, I would never want a monster either."

My heart broke for Loki. This must have been the secret Thor said Loki found out about before he tried to take over Asgard.

"Loki, love, you are not a monster. And I still want you."

"How can you even say that?" he snarled. "How can you even look at me and say that I am not a monster? I was born a Frost Giant. I was born a monster."

Tears started falling down my face.

"Monsters are not born, they're made," I said. "You are no exception. I do not think any less of you in this form."

Loki looked away from me. I shuffled over to him and grabbed his hand.

"I hate seeing you in pain," I whispered, more tears falling down my cheeks.

Loki looked up at me with such grief in his eyes. I reached out for him and we met halfway in a hug. He cried into my shoulder and I stroked his hair.

"It's okay, it's okay," I murmured.

He cried into my shoulder until he had no more tears. We sat there on the floor for a while.

"You – you really don't think I'm a monster?" he croaked eventually, pulling back to look at me.

I brushed a strand of hair behind his ear and looked into his red eyes.

"No, I don't," I said.

A/N

Thank you guys so much for 300 reads!! I hope you lovelies enjoyed this chapter!

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~LadyLokiLaufeyson