The Touch of Fire (A Loki Fanfiction)

"You think you're a monster, but you're not. You're truly not. You're an angel compared to what real monsters are, Loki. I've been married to monsters. I've been fucked by them. I've killed monsters. I. Am. A. Monster. Your actions are child's play. There are worse men than you out there."

Crystal's life has revolved around a constant struggle for power. Her small kingdom thrives on violence and death, with one king killing another after another after another. Her role is to produce heirs, and her ability to caress flames frightens none. The brutality of her world forces her to escape to a mysterious place called Midgard, where her strange capabilities attract the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. just as they are preparing for a war against the God of Mischief...

Loki is starving for a throne, and what better race to rule than the weak inhabitants of Earth? Driven by the fear of failure, the threat of Thanos, and the mind of a madman, Loki is intent on making the mortals his. What he doesn't expect is the arrival of a girl born of fire with a past far darker than his own. She is truly the monster that he believed he was, and this sudden realization makes him question what he is truly doing...

But that hesitation lasts only a moment, and Loki will not let the girl get in his way, no matter how similar they are, no matter how starved for love they are, no matter how desperately their demons are begging to play with each other...

A story of love and hate, selfishness and sacrifice, revenge and forgiveness, join Loki and Crystal as they discover what it means to truly be pushed to the limits of suffering in a world where all they have is each other.

Loki/OC

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