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Loki x Reader - A Match Made in Hel - Part 18

So, here it is, after a vvvvveeerryyy long break, I’m back trying to write again - let’s just hope I remember what the story is about.... haha

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Hela had thought she’d raised me to not care, I thought bitterly to myself as I snuck my way down the corridor, my path only lit by the small flame I held gently in my palm.

But unlike Ma’am, I was no god. She hoped I wouldn’t feel.

But I do.

And I couldn’t just stand by and watch this.

Any questioning glances I was given as I moved throughout the place was silenced with a simple mention of requiring food as I headed for the pantry. I knew there was a small stone servants corridor that led off from the main kitchen chamber.

One which contained a small window.

I snuffed the flame when I reached the window and hoisted myself up onto the ledge, pushing the pane open before I scrambled out of it.

I glanced down. Two floors up from the ground I knew was beneath despite being obscured from view. It was a decent size fall – something that would jolt me - but it shouldn’t injure me. With that comfort in mind, I let myself drop, landing heavily despite my attempts, and my knees buckled beneath me, pitching me forward onto the grass beneath into a forward roll.

The grass was wet beneath the bank of fog that continued to lie unbroken over the surroundings. Though I had loathed it before, I now thanked it for the cover it provided me from any eyes in the palace above and could only hope my brief drop from the window had gone unobserved.

I pushed myself back up to my feet, but kept myself bent over at the hips as I edged under the fog, my shins damp though I paid no heed to it, knowing I couldn’t risk a fire to try to dry them.

The fog might hide my figure, but the flame would surely glow through.

I headed straight for the closest line of trees - not quite trusting the fog not to have thinned in places,  though I had never known it to before. I wasn’t sure where I was heading, but I had to try something to find whoever stole the Bifrost sword.

I hurried along the side of the hill at the bottom of the palace, now – below the thick cloud - able to see the edges of the city beyond - the paved streets and lit buildings, the shrubbery that lined the gardens and lanterns that glowed along the arches and stone bridges.

It almost looked normal if it wasn’t for the lack of people on the streets who would usually be enjoying the mild evening air and clear skies.

I was pulled out of my thoughts sharply by a flash of light that momentarily blinded me, having reflected a bright lantern’s glow into my eye. I squinted, shielding my eyes and slowing to a slight jog till I stopped altogether, trying to work out what had caused the light.

When my vision cleared again though, there was nothing in the direction the light had come from.

I frowned, moving forward slower now, keeping my eyes on the path where the light had come from. A movement suddenly caught the corner of my eye, grabbing my attention as it flickered behind several buildings and then headed for a large open bridge that headed out of the city and towards the mountainside.

Was it a shawl? A cloak? I broke out into a run towards the movements, heading towards the columns. I don’t know what I hoped for, but it was a clue if nothing else – something I feared would take days or maybe even weeks to find.

My legs carried me hurtling down the steep grassy bank towards the cobbled road, desperate to catch up with whatever I had seen – somehow realising I needed to get there and I praying that I hadn’t filled my head with false hope.

I suddenly skidded to a halt though when I caught sight of one of Ma’am’s undead guards chasing after the figure with me.

The figure I had been following now suddenly stopped as well, spinning to its pursuer, and drawing a  large broad sword out of nowhere, slicing the undead creature clean in half, its body parts falling limp to the floor.

I pulled myself back together again and began to head forward once more at a brisk walk that that soon broke into a jog towards the stranger. The closer I got, the more familiar the figure’s features became until I knew I had seen him before. In a book during my studies.  

He stood tall, proud and lean despite his fatigue from the run and battle – the gateman of the Bifrost. Heimdall.

As I continued to run towards him, another undead creature ran at Heimdall, almost berserk, and the gateman drove his sword forward into its chest, the force causing the skeleton to fall over backward, the blade catching it’s ribs and yanking the weapon out of Heimdall’s hands.

Before Heimdall could retrieve his weapon from where it was impaled in the creature, another guard took a swipe at his back with an axe which Heimdall dodged with astonishing reflexes before driving a heavy fist into the skeleton’s chest. I didn’t realise Heimdall gripped a dagger in this fist until he pulled back and I noticed it stained with a dark substance.

Heimdall turned back to retrieve his sword a second time, but faltered when it was no longer lodged in the undead guard’s chest. His gaze flickered up to where I now stood over the body, the heavy weapon in my hand.

I caught the flicker of recognition in Heimdall’s eyes a moment before the thick muscled man then  lunged at me with the dagger still in his grip. Somehow I was quicker though, jumping back and dodging the blade repeatedly swung at me with deadly force. I was forced to drag the heavy sword back with me and I knew I couldn’t put enough distance between us to keep this up for long and I knew if Heimdall could manage to catch me, I would be done for before I could explain anything.

I rested the point of the blade on the cobbles at my feet and waved my free arm in the air in front of me, calling the flames from the torches that hung on the columns either side of us to flood out of their scones and down onto the floor, creating a roaring wall of fire between me and my attacker.

Heimdall staggered back at the wave of heat that spat at him, but I knew it wouldn’t hold him long, the fierce look in his eye told me he was already looking for a weakness in the barrier and I wouldn’t put it past him to just walk straight through for the sword in my hand.

Because I knew what this weapon was.

The missing sword.

The key to the Bifrost

Which he now thought was in the hands of the enemy.

“I’m not a foe!” I called out desperately, raising my free hand in surrender – as well as maintaining the fire - as the sword rested heavily against me.

“Not a foe.” He scoffed. “Do not try to fool me! You work for that witch!” He growled, throwing his chin up toward the bank of fog that blocked the palace from view. “You’re her little protegee.” He eyed the flames with disgust, still seeming to be weighing up the risk of stepping through.

“Please – Heimdall!” You urged desperately, “I’m not – I’m not with her,” I panted, pulling at the weakly at the sword. “I didn’t know better before, but now – now I can see the real her – the death and mayhem she’s caused – I don’t want to be a part of that! I want to help! Please, I know you don’t trust me, but I need you to!” I begged.

Heimdall narrowed his eyes at me over the flames. I sighed, “Here.” The flames vanished almost as soon as they had appeared and I heaved the sword, taking a step forward, which instinctively made Heimdall tense ready for an attack, but I just pulled the pommel towards him, handing it to him.

“I’m not a foe.” You repeated tiredly as he warily reached out for the pommel, every muscle of his arms tense and ready for a surprise attack.

Suddenly he snatched the sword handle, easily lifting if over his head and I instinctively cringed,  ducking my head and screwing my eyes closed ready for the impact.

Instead, though, I heard a familiar grunt and glanced up to see another undead guard drop to the floor behind Heimdall, his muscular back – hidden by his cape – now in front of me.

Another grunt now sounded behind me and, before Heimdall could turn, I threw my hand behind me and ignited the guard’s stretched dry skin easily, now turning the creature into a charging ball of fire.

I spun where I crouched, flinging out a leg to catch the rushing creature and kicking him sideways so he toppled easily over the ledge and into the chasm below the bridge - thankful there was no railing or wall to get in the way.

I could hear the clash of sword on bone behind me, but I didn’t have time to glance back as I noticed two more guards dashing towards me from the direction of the city.

After sending these creatures a similar way to the last one, I barely had time to even right myself before there was a hand on my upper arm as Heimdall dragged me round and pulling me after him. We ran down the rest of the long open bridge that Asgard with the surrounding mountains, my legs not taking long to protest thanks to my run down from the castle.

Suddenly I found myself dangling over the edge of the abyss below, my feet only connected to the bridge by my heels still resting on the cobbles and Heimdall’s strong fingers curling  into the front of my tunic were the only things stopping me from falling.

“Why did you leave the witch?” He snarled down at me, sweat gleaming on his forehead.

I stuttered slightly as I explained everything I had been through – hoping it didn’t sound as ridiculous as it did to my own ears. Heimdall was silent for a while once I had finished and I chewed my lip anxiously, silently pleading that he would even try to believe me.

“Ok.” He muttered and the next thing I knew, he had heaved me back upright, the blood rushing from my head back down to my feet making me feel slightly light headed for a moment, and I had no columns, the large broadsword edge at my throat. “Betray me, though, and you will suffer the consequences…” He growled warningly down at me.

I didn’t dare speak or even nod for fear of driving the sword further into my skin, but he seemed to accept the undeniable fear in my eyes that said I wouldn’t push my luck that far, because he then removed the sword, releasing me. I stumbled forward slightly, not realising I had even risen onto my toes, and breathed in lungful’s of air that I hadn’t dared to a minute ago.

Without another glance at me, Heimdall continued down the bridge without a word and, after a pause, I followed after him, glancing around in fear of seeing more guards. He led me the rest of the way into the mountains, soon venturing off the main path and onto a near invisible trail that had been worn into the rocks.

It felt like we turned back on ourselves over and over, but eventually we stopped in the centre of a path that seemed to incircle one of the peaks of the Asgardian mountain range. I watched Heimdall expectantly, but he didn’t even glance at me, and my attention was soon distracted by the cliff face opposite us. Its carved surface looked ornate like several other areas of the mountain we had passed, but now I realised it was more than just and art within the stone as it now  seemed to crack before my eyes and the wall came away like a draw bridge, creating a crossing over the canyon that separated the peaks.

Finally, Heimdall stepped onto the stone wall, heading into the cavern that had now been revealed in the wall.

I barely hesitated before stepping after him.

I heard the wall close up almost immediately behind us, closing us into complete darkness compared to the dim light from the moons outside which had managed to filter through the fog.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, but then I caught the vague glimmer of torches down a passageway which I followed Heimdall towards. We eventually entered a large hall in which I found myself on a raised ledge above a huge chamber which I soon realised was full of people, all their faces now turned to me in horror, women encircling their children in their arms or shielding them behind their back, crouching in fear.

I couldn’t believe how scared they were of me.

But who could blame me after everything Hela did – and with me always stood right next to her.

“Do not be afraid of this girl.” Heimdall declared to the group, not needing to get their attention, my presence already enough. “Watch her with caution, but she assures me her loyalty does not lie with the would-be queen. I have heard her story and witnessed her rid us of three of the witch’s guards.” He announced, glancing over at me with a grave look on his face before turning back to the crowd, “I trust her.” He stated and I couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief.

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Will have part 17 of MMIH out today! Promise!

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Loki Laufeyson x Reader - A Match Made in Hel - Part 13

Hi guys, sorry it’s been a while - I’ve been really distracted over the last few days and this editing has taken me ages for some reason.

I’m not convinced Loki isn’t ooc, but I’m too tired to edit it any further so I hopes it’s not too bad!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

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Despite my sudden wish to sleep, Loki refused to let me do so until I had finished the plate of food still sat on the bed in front of me. I reluctantly agreed – aware I was still starving as well -  provided that he made good on his side of our original deal and explained to me what happened on the night of the fire.

Loki agreed – thankfully no longer pushing for information on my past now – content enough, it seemed, to finally have my, rather shaky, trust. He probably wasn’t going to try to push me any further.

Loki paced the room as he explained, memories returning to me as he spoke, clarifying the vague blurred ones I had dim recollection of. I couldn’t remember anything after having curled up protectively over him on that night, but apparently Loki had regained consciousness shortly afterwards. He had been slightly singed from where the flames had moved in on him before I could pull him away from where had collapsed but found no other damage on his person - somehow protected by a bubble-like shield, the flames and smoke licking up the sides, yet unable to penetrate.

He had thought to rouse me but feared that would put us both in danger – no sure whether the protection would remain if I woke. Instead, he had stayed exactly where he was until the Avengers had finally managed to tackle the blaze, then my still-unconscious body had been moved to the hospital.

I had stopped eating as I listened, too caught up in his words, and Loki now stopped in his tale, looking at me pointedly, refusing to I continue until I took another mouthful.

I obliged him, and he continued to watch me for a few moments before I took another bite and then, now content, Loki carried on.

Loki had apparently been heavily interrogated over what he had apparently ‘done to me’, his denials falling on deaf ears. Thor however, had eventually come to his brother’s rescue - knowing Loki’s true heritage - and claiming that Loki had always struggled with the fire element and would have been past the point of managing any magic.

The conclusion was, then, that I had somehow managed it.

“How is that even possible?” I asked in disbelief.

“You know.” Loki said looking over at me as the idea sunk into my head.

“So, I do have magic?” I breathed, looking down at my hands as though they would suddenly combust into flames.

“Unequivocally.”

“But – I - I’ve never managed to do anything before.” I stated, still staring down at my hands in wonder, looking for any sign of this apparent hidden talent. “And I’ve been trying for years.”

Loki didn’t react to this little insight into my past, seeming to ignore it. “I believe it is strong emotions that brings it out of you – when you get scared or panicked - likely when you’re angry as well.” He informed me, watching my fascination with my hands.

The memory of when I awoke in the medical room returned. I remembered having felt dazed and disorientated, something in me not quite right, then panicking when everyone’s eyes were on me. At that point I felt I lost any control of my body, regressing into my mind, a cloud obscuring my senses and movements.

Loki’s voice had broken through that somehow though, his touch like a cold wave washing over me and slapping me back to myself. It hadn’t lasted though, Loki’s presence suddenly vanishing from my side and I immediately plunged back into the heated storm of my mind. When I sensed him return again I wasn’t willing to risk anything and had desperately searched for his hand, gripping him tightly before I had faded back into unconsciousness.

That had – apparently - been the point that the rest of the people in the room had tried to discuss me again.

My future.

I felt myself tense as Loki spoke, recanting Thor’s questions and the harsh tones of Stark. Loki didn’t tell me exactly what he or the others had said, just that everyone had finally overruled the billionaire’s doubts about me.

“And so, I’m still stuck here?” I asked, glancing back up at Loki. “Until they get this group under control?”

Loki nodded solemnly.

I paused in thought, then dropped my eyes back down to my lap. “Am I a danger?” I asked quietly.

“It’s possible.” Loki admitted, and I appreciated his honesty, painful as it was. “But you won’t be.”

“How? How can you possibly know that?!” I demanded up at him, something in me suddenly snapping.

Loki didn’t seem to react at all at my sudden temper, his face still completely passive. “Because,” He said calmly, looking me straight in the eye. “if you can learn to control it.”

“How can I control it when I didn’t even know I had it?!”

“Practise.” He said simply, now moving from where he had been stood by the window, to my bedside, picking up the now-empty plate away. “But you cannot do that until you are fully recovered.” He told me firmly, the plate suddenly disappearing from his hand in a haze of gold. “Now, you need rest.”

I watched the dish vanish in his grasp, “Fine.” I grumbled, not particularly pleased with his answer, but having to agree with him that I was indeed exhausted. I shifted myself further onto the bed, curling up under the covers, though my gaze remained on Loki, fighting the against the sleep that pulled at my eyelids.

“Are you going to stay?” I finally croaked, watching as Loki now walked around the end of my bed, my mind immediately fearing he was heading for the door.

Loki paused, looking over at me. “If you wish me too.” I nodded, embarrassed by my weakness. It had always been drilled into me to be strong and independent, but I just felt like a terrified, pathetic child right now.

Finally, I had someone to trust – supposedly – and I wasn’t willing to let him leave any time soon.

Loki continued to move around the bed now, but he wasn’t heading for the door, instead he walked to the opposite side of the bed to me, taking up a similar position to the one he had on the first night we’d met -  his back against the headboard, legs up on the bed.

I watched him until he settled, then he glanced over me expectantly, raising a brow and I bit my lip, finally turning over and letting myself fall asleep.

I was suddenly startled awake, snapping my head over to where Loki sat, finding him nursing his hand.

“Are you alright?” I panted, confused.

“I’m fine,” He said, glancing over at me, though - despite his attempt to hide it - I could see the discomfort in his eyes. “I was attempting to wake you and your skin burnt me.”

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” I cried in shock, quickly sitting upright, staring down at his injured hand.

“Don’t.” He dismissed firmly, looking down at his injury, his whole arm suddenly glowing a brilliant blue as Loki applied his frost giant powers to the burn. The blue eventually faded away again, back to its usual disguise, and he flexed his fingers experimentally, any sign of pain having dissipated from his face.

“I’m out of control.” I mumbled, dropping my gaze to my lap. I was glad he seemed to have healed himself, but he shouldn’t have needed to in the first place. “Maybe you shouldn’t sit so close.” I muttered shifting slightly away from him.

“Don’t.” Loki nearly growled, and you looked up at him in surprise. “You had a night terror. You were scared. I shouldn’t have been so careless.”

“But you shouldn’t have to worry about touching me.” I pointed out.

Loki seemed slightly taken aback by these words and I felt maybe I crossed a line somehow. “You were scared.” He repeated stiffly, “You defended yourself. There is nothing wrong with that. It is instinct.”

“Did you ever do it?” I suddenly asked.

He frowned in question. “Use magic in sleep?” Loki looked like he was going to deny it, but then caught the look on my face, changing his mind. “Yes.” He sighed lightly. “I did. I nearly froze my m – uh – Freya once when she tried to wake me from a particularly bad nightmare.” He mused to himself, recollecting the night. “It was fortunate that she was even more skilled than I and was able to sense the attack before it came and deflect it.” He muttered. “It took a long time for me to forgive myself.”

“Did you ever do it again?” I murmured. He shook his head. “How?”

“She taught me not to.”

“Can you teach me?” I asked hopefully.

Loki’s eyes snapped to mine. “I – I don’t know.” He admitted, and, from his response, it was clear this wasn’t the first time he had thought about it.

“Would you be willing to try?” I implored gently, shifting closer to him again. “Anything would be better than this - this complete anarchy I feel in me right now.”

“You feel it?” He asked with a look of surprise, though his eyes held overwhelming interest.

I nodded, now knowing it was true. “I didn’t know what it was at first,” I confessed. “ – I – I felt the same in the medical bay when I was panicking and then went weird – n-now it makes sense though - but I still don’t know what to do with it.”

Loki studied me for a moment, eyes flickering over my face. “It seems you have awoken something…” He hummed to himself, seeing something in my eyes. I had to look away, his gaze too intense on mine, instead dropping my eyes to the bed linen that still covered my lap.

I jumped when Loki took one of my hands and I felt a sudden rush of heat to my fingers. The trickster seemed to realise what was going to happen just in time, the hand that held mine suddenly turning its natural bright shade of blue again before he could feel any burn.

Loki still didn’t release my hand though, keeping a firm grip on it and - though he’d warned me that his skin burnt people - I felt nothing but a refreshing coolness on my skin.

“It doesn’t hurt?” He asked, though he already seemed to know the answer.

I shook my head weakly, staring down at where our hands met. When Loki didn’t say anything I glanced up, finding him still studying me. He still didn’t release me, instead bringing his other hand – now also beautifully blue with silver marks and ridges – up and laying it carefully against my cheek.

It was cool, almost cold, but it didn’t hurt.

I felt myself flush at his touch and I had to drop my gaze again. Loki suddenly seemed to realise what he was doing and let his hand drop - though he let the other remain in my lap, holding my hand loosely so I could pull away if I wanted to.

“Our magic is complete opposite.” He muttered, and I felt my heart drop. “But magic is magic. The basics at least - I believe - would be similar.” He paused. “I would be willing to try, if you are.”

My heart suddenly skipped. “You’ll teach me?”

“As much as I can.”

Before I realised what I was doing I had thrown my arms around his neck.

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I know its been a long time, but I’m finally working on the next part of A Match Made in Hel!

Should hopefully be out tonight once I’ve edited it!

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So... I think I’ve written up the next part of MMIH - just need to edit it and then it’ll be ready - supposed thats the bright side of depression - don’t have the energy to leave the house, but can just sit here and work on uni work and Fan fiction haha 

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Up Next:

- The White Rabbit Part 2 (Jervis Tetch x Reader)

- John Doe x Chubby*Reader Oneshot Request

- Joker x Reader Oneshot Request

- Plan B(ruce) Part 5

- Joker x Reader Oneshot Request?

- Next part of MMIH?

- Kylo Ren x Reader fan fiction?

That’s the plan for the near future... probably... Unless anyone has some urgent requests they want/need! :) The order might change up a bit depending on when I get ideas/if I get ideas that aren’t on here I might throw in a new oneshot or short series where inspiration hits!