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"How is she?"
"It's difficult to tell, she's not healing properly."
"Is there anything we can do?"
"Your mother is trying to find a solution... her body... it's stuck in a stasis of transformation."
"...Loki should be here... he should be here with her..."
"I hear he's not handling the situation too well."
"No, he's worried sick."
The voices soon fade away in the darkness, leaving the girl alone in the abyss. She was frantic, struggling to pull away from the hands that held her down from seeing the light. A state she hoped to never fall back into.
Loki...
His name echoes around her and she pushes against the darkness, knowing that she couldn't leave him. She promised she wouldn't leave him, not now, not ever. She felt a surging burst of pain spread across her body as she opens her eyes, (y/n) blinking against the light from right above her. She pushed through the pain as she slowly sat up, holding her stomach as she dropped down from the medic bed she was laying on.
Her feet buckled beneath her but (y/n) moved to grab the blanket before leaving the medical room, heading straight for the dungeons as she remembered Loki being dragged away. She wandered down the halls of the once beautiful glorious palace made of gold, now just crumbled to debris and ruin as the atmosphere of the people were full of grief and solemn. None looked her way as she walked past them and down the familiar stairs she had travelled up and down in the middle of the night. She felt a tug on her chest, urging her to move faster, to reach her destination.
The girl slipped past the guards, walking down the blood-soaked hallways of the dungeons until she reached the one cell she was looking for. He was the only one in his cell, a broken look of regret and self-hatred on his face as he sat still like an unmoving robot against the wall. (y/n) could see the dried tear stains on Loki's cheeks, his hair all messed up and clothes all rumpled. He was surrounded by the destruction of furniture that he must have ripped apart in despair. Her chest ached and she desperately wanted to comfort her love who just looked so dead, pained to see him so sad like this.
She silently walked up to his cell, hovering her hand over the electrical wall that buzzed with alarming heat beneath her hand. "Loki..." his name slips from her lips in a pained whisper and he furrows his brows, slowly lifting his head up to reveal the exhaustion in his eyes.
"(y/n)..." his voice cracks and he quickly gets up, walking towards his love that was just out of reach from him.
"Please don't cry." She mumbles out, leaning against the wall as she moves to kneel down from fatigue. Loki frowns seeing her clutch her stomach, seeing the red soak the bandage as he kneels down before her. "I'm fine."
"Don't lie to me." Loki snaps before faltering. He just wanted to hold her, use his magic to heal her and make sure she was ok.
He hovers his hand over (y/n)'s before the electrical wall, so close yet so far from being able to feel her touch. (y/n) leans her head against the wall, feeling more and more tired. She could feel herself get pulled away, the pieces of herself slowly crumbling away. She didn't want Loki to see her like this but she wanted to make sure he was the last thing she saw if she didn't make it.
Loki could see his loves doe eyes slowly become dull, losing their precious spark and he panics. "(y/n)! Do not close your eyes!" She was too tired to listen and Loki quickly stands up, yelling as he threw the broken furniture against the wall. He tried to break through, tried to bring down the wall.
"Loki don't..." (y/n) frowns seeing how upset he was but he didn't listen, trying to use his magic to rip apart the barrier between them. His eyes shone brightly, his aura glowing a dark and dangerous shade of green as he blasts at the wall with whatever magical capacity he had but it was no use.
"NO!" Loki seethes out, slowly growing desperate and furious as his skin unconsciously turns blue. He slams his hands against the wall, ignoring the flaring bursts of pain as he pushes against it.
"Loki stop... please..." (y/n) could see the steam of where heat met with cold, the barrier flexing against the strength of Loki in his Jotun form. He growls and pushes harder, the wall suddenly snapping as he stumbles out. He was heaving for air but falls to the floor before (y/n) and pulls her close to his chest.
"You're going to be ok..." Loki mumbles out, more to try and convince himself as his shaky hand gently lays on (y/n)'s wounds. She grimaces against the stinging pain, leaning her head on his shoulder as magic surrounded her. She felt its warmth and the gentle breeze that caressed her, feeling so safe in Loki's arms as he carefully carries her to his bed after teleporting to his bedroom. He let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding, his love holding his arm that laid on her wound as she slowly let herself drift. Loki holds (y/n) tighter, his heart now easing as he was with her. He didn't know what he would do if he lost his mother... if he lost (y/n)... he couldn't bear it.
Loki looks down at his love and hugs her tighter, her easing to sleep in his arms from his magic as he kissed her head. (y/n) leans into Loki's chest and he looks over her, gently brushing his finger against the new cracks that had formed on her body. He wondered why these were hidden from him, wondering if these were the reason his love disappeared during the day. He leans down to kiss the bridge of her nose, against the crack that ran down her face.
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"Loki..." time had blended together with its peace and quiet until Thor silently walked towards his brother's bedroom after visiting his empty cell. He saw him tending to (y/n) and felt relief that she was ok as the bloody bandage around her stomach was changed and now clear of blood. Her complexion was better and she was sleeping more peacefully rather than being in pain. "How is she?" Thor walks into the bedroom as Loki sat on the bed next to his love who slept soundly against his body.
"It took some time but her internal wounds have healed." Both brothers were next to each other, their promise of keeping their family safe as strong as their love for their mother. They would keep each other and (y/n) safe till the end. "There is something you need from me." Loki could tell that Thor had come to him for a reason.
"I know you seek vengeance as much as I do." The god of mischief truly felt Thor's words, his mind brewing with rage for the filthy elf that had hurt his love, the filthy creature that almost hurt his mother. "You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you."
"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?" Loki muses quietly, knowing his brother had lost trust in him after the battle of New York.
"Because for all the possible reasons across the Nine Realms, she trusts you." Thor looks down at (y/n). "And I know you would do anything to keep her safe." Loki purses his lips, picking up on the hidden intent behind Thor's words.
"Hmm. When do we start?" The god of mischief stands up, making sure to not wake up his love. Thor informs his brother of the plan that has already started and he goes off to make sure the guards were not around, giving him his final moments to say goodbye to (y/n).
Loki whispers his farewell, conjuring his single green rose when a smaller hand grasps his. "I'm coming with you." (y/n) had woken up, picking up just enough of the plan both brothers had devised.
"No." Loki would not hear such a thing, for his love to be in the midst of danger again. "You will stay here-"
"_I'm coming with you." (y/n) hisses out lowly, sitting up as Loki helps her.
"I do not want you hurt again (y/n). I cannot lose you."
"And you won't."
"How can you be so sure when all I attract is chaos, death and misery!" Loki snaps, stepping away from his flowers touch like he might infect her with his misfortune. "Everyone I come across dies from my hands willingly or not! There is no space for another being to be by my side on this journey to death (y/n)!" Loki wrings his fingers through his hair, pacing before his love and thinking that he had made a mistake confessing. He would ultimately bring her demise and he couldn't bear for her to die because of him.
(y/n) stands up and walks in front of Loki, making him stop his erratic pacing. He steps away from her in fear but she pulls him back by his hands, kissing his palms. "Bring forth the chaos, bring forth the death and misery, I will be with you until the end of time Loki," the god of mischief furrows his brows as his love pulls his head down gently by the back of his neck to kiss him. He melts against her touch, gently holding her cheek in his palm as she whispers against his lips. "you won't ever have to be alone on this path."
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