Title: The One
Soundtrack: "The One" by Taylor Swift
Pairing: Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Loki Laufeyson
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Loki laid in his bed, listening to music on his Spotify playlist. It was a collection of sad songs about loss, pain, and heartbreak, and the song currently playing was The One by Taylor Swift.
'We were something, don't you think so? Roaring twenties, tossing pennies in the pool, and it would fun if you could've been the one...'
Why was Loki so upset?
He had just broken up with his boyfriend, Marc. They had decided that with everything that was going on with Khonshu, it was too dangerous for them to be with Loki. They had already lost Layla, they couldn't lose Loki, not like that.
As the song drew to a close and the next song began to play, the painfully familiar chords of Breathe by Taylor Swift and Colbie Caillat began to play.
'And we know it's never simple, never easy, never a clean break, no one here to save me, you're the only thing I know like the back of my hand...'
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Meanwhile, in his flat, Steven woke to find their bed far too empty. They looked around, trying to find Loki.
"Loki? Love, are you there?" Steven called out, worried.
"He's not here, Steven." Marc says from the mirror.
"What? Where is he?" Steven says softly, panicked. "Oh, Gods. Harrow didn't find him, did he?"
"No, Steven." Marc says, not entirely sure how to break it to him.
"Just tell me what happened, Marc." Steven says, tears welling up in his sweet brown eyes.
"Please, I need to know."
"No, you don't." Marc says, and suddenly Steven felt a terrible pain in his head. "Trust me, it's easier this way, Buddy."
Steven opened his mouth to say something, but then suddenly he blacked out.
When he came to, he didn't remember anything about their Loki. He didn't remember waking up wrapped in strong, protective arms, or the feeling of cold skin under his fingers. He didn't remember looking into bright blue eyes, or running his fingers through soft locks of silky black hair.
He didn't remember anything.
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A few months later, Loki accepted an invitation from Thor to go to The London Museum with him and Love.
As the god passed by the gift shop, he saw their sweet boy at the cash register, apparently Donna put him on cashier duties today.
"Have a wonderful day." Steven said politely to the customer who quickly gathered the stuffed Tawaret plushie they'd purchased and left rather rudely. "Can I help you with anything, sir?" He asks Loki, and that was when the god realized that Marc must have used some of Khonshu's power to make his dear Steven forget about Loki.
Loki looked at the little egyptian mythology inspired items fondly, remembering all the nights when he would sit and listen to Steven rambling on about Egyptian Mythology for hours. He could never get bored of him, though. Ever.
"See anyone you like?" Steven's voice tore Loki back to reality.
"Well, I am rather fond of this little bird." Loki says nonchalantly, holding a small Khonshu plushie, much like the one they'd given Loki for the god's birthday so many months ago. "Could you tell me more about him?" Loki asks, he just needed to hear Steven talking about Egyptian Mythology again.
Steven got that adorable little smile on his face as he started rambling off everything he knew about Khonshu, and Loki listened to every word, he'd missed this a lot.
"Oh, bollocks, I'm probably boring you to death, sorry." Steven says softly, and Loki's heart melted at the sound of that chuckle.
"You could never bore me." Loki says softly. "I think I'll get this for my niece. My brother adopted her earlier this year, she doesn't have a lot of toys yet."
"Well, I'm sure she'll love it." Steven says.
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Later that week, Loki was at The Midnight Son's compound, sat in a rather dull briefing about some person called Nightmare. Loki couldn't suppress his eye rolls nor his scoffs and sighs of derision everytime Dr Strange opened his mouth.
"Loki, if you can't behave yourself, I'm more than willing to put a spell of silence on you." Dr Strange says sternly, and Loki sighed deeply one last time before forcing himself to be quiet. It wasn't his fault, he just couldn't stand this second rate Midgardian Sorcerer.
Loki kept looking at Jake, who was sat across from them, and wondering if he remembers everything, or if Marc made him forget as well.
After the briefing drew to a close, Loki was walking down the hall to his room when he felt Jake's hand on his shoulder, pushing him up against the door.
"What are you doing, Lockley?" Loki blurted out.
"Marc told me to stay away, but I can't stay away, Cariño. I can't stay away." Jake says, leaning in close to Loki's face. "He made the worm forget, he tried to make me forget but it didn't work. My love for you is too strong, mí hermoso chico. It's too strong."
"Oh, Jake." Loki sighs, giving in. He smashed their lips together, tugging on Jake's hair. The pair stumbled into Loki's room, clumsily shutting and locking the door before making their way towards Loki's bed.
Before they could get any clothes off, though, Jake's body tensed up, and then suddenly he was scrambling away from Loki.
"Oh dear. Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear..." Steven says softly, confused. "Oh, Jake, what did you do? What did you do?"
"Steven." Loki blurted out. Their precious boy looked at them in utter confusion, terrified.
"How do you know my name? Who are you? How do you know my name--"
Loki lunged forward, grabbing onto Steven's arm. A flash of green energy shot up to Steven's head, and suddenly he gasped like he had been drowning.
"Loki?" Steven says quietly, breathing hard. "Where are we? Where were you? I woke up and I-- I couldn't find you."
"I'm sorry. Marc thought it would be better this way, but it's not." Loki says. "It's worse."
Steven launched into Loki's arms, sobbing into the god's shoulder. Loki sat them on the bed, where they eventually ended up curled up together fast asleep with Steven's head on Loki's chest.
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A few hours later, Loki awoke to an empty bed. He saw Marc leaning against the vanity, staring intensely at the mirror.
"Marc?" Loki says softly, carefully walking towards him.
"I told you to stay away." Marc says, turning around Loki.
"I know--"
"I told you to stay away from us, it was too dangerous!"
"I couldn't stay away, Marc!" Loki shouted.
"Why?! Why couldn't you stay away?!"
"Because I love you!" Loki screamed. Tears were pouring down his face now. "Why did you send me away like that, Marc? Why?"
"Set, The God of Death. He wants you as his Avatar." Marc reveals. "He wants to possess you in order to hurt me. Loki, I had to get you as far away from us as possible. It was too dangerous."
"And you think me unable to fight him?" Loki says softly. "Marc, my love. I'm a god. It may be a small g, but I am a god nonetheless. He couldn't infect my mind if he tried, my darling."
"I was just so scared, Loki." Marc says, a tear escaping from his eyes. "I lost Layla to Rama-Tut, I can't lose you to Set."
"You won't. Just don't shut me out again, please." Loki pleads, taking Marc's hands in his.
"We love you, Loki." Marc whispers. It was the first time he'd ever said it.
"I love you, too. All of you."
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