I'm Not The Only One.

Make Me, Part 1(Loki X Reader)

Author: LostInYesteryear

(Y/N) - Your Name

Abilities: Highly Skilled in Combat

(Y/N) gasped. looking up into the sky as a fleet of aliens skydived down onto the city, firing and destroying everything in sight. Many people screamed and ran inside the buildings, anything to dodge the bullets and the flames surrounding them. She could see the Avenger's fighting, fighting for their freedom as the rest of the civilians hid in fear. (Y/N) clenched her fists. 

Who was he to change this world?

(Y/N) wasn't stupid. She knew who was behind this - you could say she had a long list of friends at her command. If she needed to know something, she would get the information she needed - and she wasn't about to be brought down by a raven-haired god by the name of Loki.

"KNEEL."

Multiple screams were heard from behind her and she immediately ran towards them. She may not have been a hero, but she wasn't going to stand around and do nothing. 

Arriving at the scene, she saw many civilians being cornered by multiple forms of the god himself. On closer inspection, she could see that they were fakes - illusions of himself. They were still dangerous though.

"You will all kneel before me!" she heard the god snarl, and she turned around the corner to look at him for the first time. 

And there he was... the God of Mischief. 

Hm, I thought he'd be taller, (Y/N) thought. Not that he wasn't tall anyway. Perhaps it was the heels she was barely balancing in.

His attire was well known to her, definitely royalty. The scepter in his hands glowed brightly, pointing at all of the people trapped and kneeling in front of him. She looked over his face, his pale skin, blue eyes...

She frowned. Wait, blue? She could've sworn she read about them being emerald once before. 

(Y/N) was knocked from her thoughts when more screams were heard and she saw Loki pointing the charged scepter at a young child, the nothing screaming behind them.

Immediately, (Y/N) ran over from her hiding place, shoving the god roughly and standing in front of the child. He peaked out from behind her as the god gritted his teeth and abruptly sat up, turning to glare at the female. Loki stood and smirked. "Another savior of this realm," he spat. "Another lost soul thinking they have freedom; when will you learn?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. "Another god of the universe," she snapped back in the same tone. "Another lost soul thinking they're above us; when will you learn?"

Loki glared at the female in front of him, stalking closer. The young child whimpered and grabbed hold of her leg, leading the god to stare at him. 

"You would risk your life for this weak being?"

"Yes," (Y/N) answered, still standing in front of the boy protectively. 

Loki shook his head. "Such a waste of a precious gem." He pointed the scepter at her, but (Y/N) ducked as it fired, before rolling and kicking him in the back. The child ran to his mother and away from the danger. (Y/N) slipped off her heels and cracked her knuckles. Okay, Mischief.

The god glared at the human, watching the smirk on her lips. "No Midgardian ever dared to defy me- those that do, perish. Why do you think your fate will be any different?"

"I don't believe in someone choosing my fate," (Y/N) snapped. "I believe in choosing my own."

They both ran at each other,  the god deciding to play with the enemy before he ended her. He twisted the scepter, aiming it towards her until she dodged again. (Y/N) gripped the gun in her back pocket and aimed it towards his turning figure before firing. The bullet tore through Loki's attire and pierced his upper left arm, a yelp escaping him. (Y/N) smirked, firing again, only for the bullet to fly right through an illusion.

(Y/N) tensed and let out a loud cry as a blade pierced through the same arm as she had shot Loki. She was suddenly shoved against the wall, scepter pressed against her neck as she struggled to fight back, her blood dripping from the sharp point. 

"You fight well- for a mortal, that is. Yet, you are still predictable." Loki grinned, leaning down to her. "Every Midgardian goes for his weapon as a self-defense item, and you are no different."

(Y/N) glared at him, trying to push the scepter away from her neck before he held it closer, causing her to choke slightly. 

Loki grinned darkly. "Kneel."

At once, (Y/N) spat in his face, bloodied saliva directly hitting the god's cheek. She gave him a defying look before seething, "Make me."

The god wiped the spit away, completely disgusted. He shivered back against the wall harshly, grinning as she made a grunt of pain. Loki chuckled, replacing the scepter with his hand, wrapping it tightly around her neck. He stared at her, watching as she gripped his hand, trying to pry him off. Loki tilted his head. "You're not like any other Midgardian I know."

"Well, that makes me feel special," she growled, still glaring at him. Her eyes widened as his grip got tighter, trying to take in deep breaths of air. She could feel her toes balancing on unstable debris as she tried to stand. 

"Even in the face of defeat, you are still defying me," Loki whispered- more to himself- before leaning closer. "Submit to me, and I will spare you."

Taking in deep breaths, Loki loosened his hand only so (Y/N) could respond, "N-Never. I will never submit or kneel to someone like you."

Loki chuckled. leaning forward even more and tightening his grip again. "I'm the only one like me." His cold lips met (Y/N)'s cheek, pressing an unusually soft kiss on her skin. "I'll be back for you."

And just like that, he was gone. 

(Y/N) dropped to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Many people surrounded her, offering her support and water. Many people thanked her but she shook her head. The only think she could think about was what Loki had said. 

I'll be back for you.

I FREAKIN LOVE THIS ONESHOT. It's not mine, as it said above, and the only things I changed was grammatical errors and took out the swear words. Other than that, all credit goes to  LostInYesteryear!