Blunt Weapon: Ch. 5 (LokiXReader)

“ACK!”

CRASH

You landed right into a tree with your parachute entangled through the branches. After cursing to yourself and at the wind for horribly guiding your parachute, you detached yourself from the backpack and landed softly on the ground. You then closed your eyes carefully listening for anything familiar.

‘Nothing....’ Suddenly, you heard what sounds like Iron Man’s jet thrusters for a brief second and started running towards the direction swiftly without hitting a single branch or rock on the ground.
Upon your arrival, you spot Loki sitting on the edge of the cliff, one leg off to the side with an arm resting on his knee and the other hanging off the edge, watching Iron Man and the previously seen blonde man fight at the bottom of the cliff knocking each other over along with a line of trees in their way; he merely smirked at the sight. You hid behind a large boulder off to the side and peaked around it to see if your cover was blown already; it wasn’t. ‘Now’s my chance....’ You took out a strong cloth from your pocket, wrapped it around your hands preparing for a choke hold, and slowly creeped up behind Loki.

“Now, now. That won’t work on me,” you heard him say. You froze at your spot wondering how he knew you were there. Without looking back, he shifted his position and sat up straight with his legs crossed. He patted on the spot next to him inviting you to sit beside him. Surprised yet cautious, you put the cloth back inside your pocket and sat down next to the god with your legs and knees together being hugged by your arms. “You’re still so far away.” He snuck an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him. You tried to pull away, but his strong grip around you didn’t even let you budge. After a while, you gave up with a sigh, and he simply smiled from it.

“What do you want from me?” you asked.

“A curious thought had struck me. You could’ve taken me into custody both times. You had the chance.” he replied blankly.

“I know. But for some reason...I couldn’t,” you answered back softly. He turned his head to look into your (e/c) eyes with his soft green ones.

“Tell me, darling, what was on your mind.” He gave you the sweetest smile you’ve seen.

“I know I have to do my job, but, then again, I feel like I can’t.” You look away from him and averted your eyes to the edge of the cliff. “This world is corrupted. The people who inhabit it are corrupted, including myself. There’s no end to it. At first, I didn’t care, but when I look at you...” You paused and looked back at his smiling face, “...I feel like everything is going to be alright.” He took his other hand and carefully placed it on the side of your cheek.

“And why do you think you’re corrupted, my dear?” he asked sympathetically. You looked back down to the edge.

“My hands are stained. They’re stained with blood, and I can’t wash them out.” You held your hands up to your face and looked down at them with disgust. “No matter how much I try to wash them, it’s still there.” Loki slowly took his hand off your cheek and placed it on the back of one of your hands.

“This blood. Where did it come from?”

“When I was younger, my parents always favored my younger sister because, I guess, I’m a screw up. They gave her everything, and I was left with nothing even though I’m the oldest. I didn’t want to be selfish, so I never voiced it out.” You let out a deep sigh before continuing on. “It wasn’t until they paid for her to go to Yale and planned to send me off to the military because I ‘wasn’t smart enough.’ All I had, apparently, was stupidity, and even a stupid person should be able to take orders.” The god’s smiling face was quickly replaced with a look of anger, but you were too occupied by your memories to notice. “I fought with them until my father smacked me across the face yelling at me to shut up and accept the reality.” Loki’s eyes widened and put his hand softly on your cheek.

“What disgusting humans they were,” he spat out. You shook your head slowly with a disgusted look.

“Not as disgusting as me. I was so filled with rage that I took out a knife and stabbed my parents to death. I killed my sister next enjoying the revenge I was having like some crazy madman. The police came when I snapped out of my rage and put me under arrest for manslaughter. I was branded as a murder. A beast. A monster. Something that shouldn’t be out in society. And all I wanted...was to be a something, if that makes any sense. But...never was given the chance to.” You went silent for a minute.
Loki looked at you with saddened eyes knowing what it’s like to feel and be told of being a monster, of being something that is not....normal; the longing for acceptance.

“Go on....” the god said taking both your hands into his. You let out another sigh deeper than the last.

“I figured out how to escape, but in result, I had to kill more in order for me to. They threatened to put shock collars on me and put me in confinement, a cage, like some kind of dog.” Your (e/c) eyes hardened. “And I would not allow myself to degrade myself like that.”

“And yet you let S.H.E.I.L.D. make you one,” he abruptly cut you off. You turned your eyes to him with anger, but he only responded back with a look of grief towards you.

“I am NOT their dog,” you forced.

“You try to work for an organization to clear your conscious of it all hoping to finally let that blood dissipate from your hands once and for all with the promise of them clearing your records, yet they’re making you kill letting that blood flow down from your hands even more with no way out.” Your mouth opens from his words.

“I...I...I...” You couldn’t figure out what to say. He stood up from the ground and took your hands helping you up.

“I know what it’s like to feel like a monster.” His voice started to crack from the memories plaguing his own head. He pointed at the blonde man still having a one-on-one fight with Iron Man until Captain America popped out; however, you were too busy with your emotions, as well as Loki’s, to notice. “I was lied to by my so-called ‘father’ saying that person, Thor, was my brother, that I was one of the same as any Asgardian, but I’m some kind of hideous creature. They have not wanted me in the first place. Always favored him over me like I was nothing! Everything was nothing but a lie! A shadow! A dark abyss of a life!” Tears fell from his eyes, choking on his own words. You don’t know what possessed you to put your arms around him trying to calm him down. He looks down at you with shock.

“I guess gods can have harsh lives too, huh?” you said to him softly trying to hold back your own tears. “I...I don’t think you’re a monster. We’re both the same. Just wanting what we want.” He puts his arms around you as well giving you a loving embrace.

Everything around you seemed to move in slow motion. Nothing around the two of you seemed to register except the feeling of each other’s touch. You took in his scent becoming intoxicated by the musky fragrance radiating off from him. He lets go of you to gently grab both sides of your face and stares deep into your soul through your eyes; you didn’t refuse.

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The hammer of the god hit the circular shield sending a massive shock wave around the perimeter knocking down anything in its path including the three heroes. Each one of them slowly got up from the ground breathing heavily and looked around them.

“Are we done here?” Captain America finally said breaking the silence. The other two nodded in reply. “Good. Then let’s grab Loki and head back.” All three of them looked at each other seeing if there’s anyone who objects then turned over to the cliff to see with their widened eyes their prisoner and their colleague not only embraced with their arms but with their lips as well.