(NOT JUST A LOKI STORY - this story is about many marvel characters as well as Esther Mason and Loki Laufeyson)
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Once upon a time, there was a sweet little girl with a loving family.
She had everything she wanted.
She lived a life of peace and plea...
She lowers her weapon slowly as she thinks of anything she could do perhaps... but when she comes to a conclusion she drops her gun, it making a loud clank on the metal floor.
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"Any last words?" he repeats what I said when I brawled with him when we first met, shooting me a wink when I smirk at him.
She lifts her chin a tad. "...You should have killed me when you had the chance," she says surely.
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When Loki's brows almost twitch in confusion she pulls out the dagger that was lodged in her stomach―the one Loki's mother gave him when he was small―and whirls around to her left side instead of her right where he stands and jams it into... the real Loki who cringes in pain and the illusion of him on the other side disappears as he drops his blade.
I can't even speak. Every bone in my body is stunned when this happens and my soul dies inside. Everything in me screams out "No!" but my mouth can't even form words.
The blade is stuck through his heart and she grits her teeth before letting the handle go and he drops to the floor, already bleeding from other places but now getting pale from the knife that is stuck in his chest.
Anger and hatred boil inside of me as I watch him collapse, Nebula standing over him as if she's just won victory; murdering my fiance... the man I love more than anyone else in the galaxy... my home.
My eyes burn with tears that don't yet escape as I feel hellfire rising up inside of me and every strength I have left flows in my veins and fuels me until me whole body, my soul, my heart, and everywhere around me catches up in flames and I leap forward, crying out in complete rage before I lunge for her, breaking through the barrier she creates from the Power Stone and tackling her to the ground, the energy burning up as I punch her face over and over and pin her down, using everything I have to slam my fists against her repeatedly, torturing her physically but mentally when my mind pierces hers and brings forward every single painful memory stored inside her mind as tears stream down my face, beating her senseless as the images fly across my eyes of a tiny child crying over her dead parents and then of a massive being more powerful than any other taking her from her burning home world to his ship. There I watch her be taken in only to have her rival sister favorited over her; neglected. Until the days they would train and the two would battle each other. Each and every time her sister won. And when that happened Thanos replaced a part of her with metal as he wanted them to be equal. Years of physical and psychological torture that burned her soul until she hated both her sister and father so much all she wanted was her dead and his approval―or perhaps to prove she had been the better sister all along, and this anger fueled her, demons taking her over and possessing her for years, only getting maybe two smiles her whole life. I see pain, misery, agony, sorrow, depression, anger, hatred, vengeance, grief, and tears―
