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Come Back to Me - One Shot

TITLE: Come Back to Me

CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: lil-lady-hiddleston

WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Avengers Loki

GENRE: General/Angst

FIC SUMMARY: Loki and Reader having a lovers spat over the scepter. It doesn’t end so well…

RATING: K

AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Just a bit of angst really

Come Back to Me

“I’m not giving it back until you stop with this madness, Loki!”

“Silly woman. I need that scepter, I have work to do. Give it back to me. Do not make me hurt you." He is slinking towards you now, steps soft but deadly.

Tears well up in your eyes but you don’t back down. Instead, you push your chin up and cross your arms defiantly, “No.”

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Imagine you and Loki having a fight over the scepter.

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“I’m not giving it back until you stop with this madness, Loki!”

“Silly woman. I need that scepter, I have work to do. Give it back to me. Do not make me hurt you." He is slinking towards you now, steps soft but deadly.

Tears well up in your eyes but you don’t back down. Instead, you push your chin up and cross your arms defiantly, “No.”

He barks a mirthless laugh then, the one he has been prone to using ever since his fall from the Bifrost. As the evil maniacal sneer fades from his ashen features, he narrows his eyes threateningly and the deadly glint in them sends a chill down your spine.

Suddenly he is there in front of you, and slowly, almost gently, long cold fingers close around your throat and begin to squeeze. You gasp, hands flying up to clutch at his wrist, his fingers, in a futile effort to free yourself, to suck in life-giving oxygen. But even as you desperately stand on tiptoes to try and ease the pressure, you know you don’t stand a chance. You are but human, and he a god.

You are crying in earnest now. Mostly from the pain of the icy cold tendrils of magic he is sending into your head, searching for answers. But you also cry for the loss of Loki’s bright, full-belly laugh, the one that sends his shoulder shaking and brings moisture to his eyes. And you cry for the loss of the stranger who saved you from the would-be kidnappers, the god who visited you every summer break with little trinkets from Asgard, the god - no, the man, who showed you all the pleasures of life when you came of age, the man who swore to protect you from any harm.

As your vision dims at the edges, you abandon all attempts to ease his grip. Instead, in your final coherent moment, you raise your hand to touch his face, and words that do not leave your mouth form in your mind, knowing he would be able to read them there, “My love, please come back to me.” And you fancy that he smiles sadly and leans into your touch, though that could just be a trick of your oxygen-deprived mind. Your fingers slide down his cheek as darkness finally claims you.

Loki catches you in his arms the instant you lose consciousness. Clutching you briefly to his chest, he buries his nose into your hair, filling his lungs with your scent. In truth, he could have simply blasted you with a stunning spell and read your mind from afar. But it’s been so long since he has touched you, felt your pulse fluttering under his fingers, see your pupils blown with excitement. But it was never like this, never with the fear and anguish staring at him from within your liquid brown eyes.

Sighing, he carries you into the bedroom and lays you gently down in the middle of the bed. Brushing a lock of hair from your forehead, he leans down, gently licks away the last of the tears clinging to your lashes and presses a soft kiss to your slack lips. Retrieving the scepter from the ridiculously simple hiding place, he begins to teleport himself away. And as the last swirls of green magic fades away, he whispers, “Soon, my love.”

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