There's something about the way that you always see the pretty view
Overlook the blooded mess, always lookin' effortless
And still you, still you want me
I got no innocence, faith ain't no privilege
I am a deck of cards, vice or a game of hearts
And still you, still you want me
Oh, I always let you down
Shattered on the ground
But still I find you there
Next to me
And oh, stupid things I do
I'm far from good, it's true
But still I find you
Next to me
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Birds were chirping far away.
A faint warmth hitting his skin.
A soft blanket covering his body.
The smell of... cologne? A blend of sandalwood and spices.
Loki slowly opened his eyes, nausea rising from his stomach as his world was a blur. His throat was dry, every muscle in his body feeling heavy and soar. He pressed his eyes shut, trying to recall where he was and what had happened.
"...Loki?"
The trickster's eyes widened. He turned his head, gaze focusing on a man who sat in a wingback chair next to his bed. His sight started to return. He let out a heavy sigh and smiled, his voice raw and barely audible as he whispered.
"Steve."
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So thank you for taking a chance on me
I know it wasn't easy
But I hope to have been worth it.
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Hellfire
FanfictionLoki tried to hide from the new King of Asgard. He tried so hard. But a King always gets what he so desires and makes sure that those who oppose will be punished. NOTE! This is a VERY DARK FIC! Contains rape and torture! No comfort, no happy end...
