#she’s a healer and at the same time she’s gonna impale you with her spear

[harpyco]

Updated Altaira’s info

[sserpente]

In a heartbeat (Chapter 18)

A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! 12 days left until we get to see Infinity War. Who’s gonna die with me?

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Hidden in between two Asgardian teens, you flipped Loki’s dagger in your hand and kept peeking outside. He was gracious. You had seen him fight before but this… this was beyond impressive and although you knew Loki was closer to being invincible than anyone else could be in a battle, you feared for his life, flinching and jerking on the spot every single time he barely managed to dodge a deadly blow. One of the teens threw you a compassionate look.

You could hide here on this spaceship like a coward and have another panic attack… or you could go out there, make use of what Loki had taught you and fight with him.

Would that be wise? Would you be able to jump over your own shadow and defeat that little monster inside you, the one tossing you into numbing panic attacks? You couldn’t rely on Loki to protect you while he was busy saving his own arse. Those skeletons were merciless, yet the longer you watched the God of Mischief fight for his home planet, the more your own bravery grew.

Unceremoniously, you scattered away from your hiding spot. The Ark had not taken off yet, there were still people climbing on board. This was your chance. You slid off the ramp rather clumsily, your knee colliding with the hard ground. The Rainbow Bridge underneath your feet sparkled with the impact but there was no time to admire its beauty. Loki was only a few feet away, busy fighting off two skeletons at the very same time. There was another one behind him, growling angrily at him for killing its mates.

Focusing, you got in position. You can do this. Remember what Loki told you. When you threw the dagger, it sliced through the air like a samurai sword. Practising had paid off—the already dead soldier fell to the ground, his weapons falling to his feet with a loud clatter.

Loki turned on his heel. His reproachful look was both intimidating and arousing when he spotted you standing there only a few feet away from him.

“Did I not tell you to stay on the ship?!” He bellowed, hissing like a snake as he did.

“You did. Thank me later for saving your life.”

Loki rolled his eyes before boring his dagger into another skeleton. But then, with a start, he began to smirk and shake his head, causing electricity to curse through your veins and fill you with enough adrenaline to dodge one of Hela’s soldiers yourself and kick him in the guts. Loki’s teaching had paid off, after all.

“Look at you, little minx. You were but a terrified kitten when I first met you. Now you are a lioness.”

You were giggling. Giggling like a little school girl! Had Loki just complimented you? A lioness. He had called you a lioness. Biting your lower lip, you opened your mouth to reply, when suddenly, his face fell, startling you to the core.

He shot forward before you were able to react, his body forcing yours to the ground. You fell to the ground hard, the sparkling rainbow bridge beneath you almost cracking with the impact when you heard dozens of rocks tumbling to the very spot you had been standing in—Hela had driven swords into the Ark. Giant, massive blades which had torn them up in the water.

Gasping, you sought out his gaze. Now you were even.

He was hovering above you, his whole body covering yours. Running his fingers through your hair, his blue eyes locked with yours.

“T-thank you…” You breathed. Only mere inches separated his lips from yours, the whole world around you stopping. The noise of battle, explosion, weapons and devastated citizens melted to a dull background sound.

Kiss me, oh please… kiss me.

It was like he was bewitched, unable to draw away from you. Loki’s lips grazed yours in a desperate attempt to taste you, both of you captured in this bubble of emotions neither of you properly comprehended.

Kiss me… just kiss me!

Instead, another skeleton almost impaled him. “Loki, watch out!”

Breathing out loudly, he rolled you both over, missing the spear by only a foot.

“Get on the ship now!” He ordered again as he helped you back on your feet. Only this time you would listen. The Ark was attempting to take off, your magical moment was over and had cruelly been ripped from you.

Reality was slapping you in the face and awakening the adrenaline in your body once more. If you did not make it on the ship… you might not make it at all.

“Loki!” Pausing, he looked at you. “Be careful.” He nodded—then, he was gone again.

One of the Asgardians gladly helped you on board right before the pilot managed to free it from Hela’s swords to keep it from leaving.

Hopefully, Loki and the others would make it in time too.

Your fingers, absentmindedly, travelled to your lips to where Loki had touched them with his. He had wanted to kiss you. You had read it in his eyes—although he had not quite understood it himself, so it seemed, almost as if he did not comprehend his feelings for you. Did he have feelings for you? Or had it been the heat of the moment? Why was all of this so complicated?

You never noticed how your breathing grow heavier with every moment passing, not that an elder man lightly touched your shoulder to ask if you were alright—only that at some point, everything around you blackened.

When you woke up again, you felt a warm blanket wrapped around you tightly. Faint voices around you were talking to each other quietly, some of them relieved, others devastated and some tragically sad. Tediously, you opened your eyes to face a grey ceiling—the Ark! You were still on the spaceship. Had you had a panic attack, again? You cursed when you tried to stand. It took your body a while to regain its balance.

“You’re awake. Please, drink some water.” An elder woman with braids in her brown hair approached you with a sly smile, handing you a cup filled with water. You took it sheepishly, your fingers shaking a little in the process. Only now did you realise your hand was bandaged. She had to be a healer, presumably took care of the open wounds on the back of your hand. When you reached up to feel the cut on your cheek, there was nothing there either.

“What happened?” You creaked, your throat terribly dry. Quickly, you took a few sips, enjoying with relish how the cold water felt on your tongue.

“You fainted—all of this…” She motioned around her. “…it is much, I understand. I took care of your injuries. You are (Y/N), are you not? The human girl, you were with the princes.”

Nodding absentmindedly, you blushed, embarrassed by your ridiculous reaction. Panic attacks were one thing, you couldn’t exactly help them… but fainting like a little princess?

“At least we are safe. This is all that matters.”

Loki. Where was Loki? With your heart in your mouth, you thanked the healer for patching you up and then hurried out of the room back to the other Asgardians, ignoring her protest. You spotted the Hulk and Valkyrie among them, yet Thor or Loki were nowhere to be found.

“Valkyrie!” The dark-haired woman turned, her face darkening upon seeing you moving clumsily through the crowd. “Have you seen Thor? Is L—“

“East wing,” she interrupted you with a fake smile. Rolling your eyes, you disappeared again. Yes, you still hated that bitch.

Finding the east wing proved to be a lot harder than assumed though—where was east anyway? You were in bloody space!

When you finally reached a slim hallway with several metal doors leading to what you assumed to be bedrooms and en-suites, you tried the one that was open already, a small beam of light shining onto the metal floor.

“Thor?”

“(Y/N)!” Smiling weakly, the God of Thunder turned. He was wearing an eye patch.

“Your eye…?”

He simply shrugged it off. “It’s alright. How are you?”

“Thor… where is Loki?”

“He was in the vault when Surtur… I don’t know, (Y/N).”

When Surtur what? Who was Surtur? What had he done? I don’t know. Was he not on the ship?! Panic stroke your body like a tidal wave, your heart instantly speeding up to compete with a steam hammer.

“Tell me what happened. I blacked out, I… last thing I remember is that we took off and then… nothing.”

The Thunderer’s expression darkened. Resigned, he faced the metal ground when he spoke up again.

“Asgard was destroyed. We caused Ragnarok to stop Hela…”

“What happened to her? Is she…?”

“She is dead. Loki went to resurrect Surtur by putting his crown into the Eternal Flame, which Odin kept in the treasure vault…”

“And then?!” You shrieked. Thor frowned. You didn’t even care about him finding out about your true feelings for him, not right now, not anymore.

“He might have still been on the planet when it exploded.” There was something else he wanted to say but didn’t—probably only to spare you.

I don’t even know if he is still alive…

Shattered, you lost your balance once more. You leaned against the metal wall to keep yourself standing upright, fighting to keep your lower lip still all the while listening to your rapid panting.

“W-where is he?” Thor fell silent.

“I’m here.” Your heart jumped when you heard another, smooth and cheeky voice right behind you. Turning on your heel, you breathed out audibly before starting at him and throwing yourself straight into his arms. Loki smiled, you could feel his lips curling upwards against your neck when he wrapped you in a tight hug and buried his face in your hair for a while. Thor only stood there, amazed and flabbergasted by the odd image before his eye.

Loki still held you in his arms when he looked up to meet his curious gaze. “It suits you.” He said, referring to his eye patch.

“Perhaps you’re not so bad after all, brother.”

“Maybe not,” he gave back, smirking wickedly in the process.

“Thank you. You know, I might even give you a hug too.”

Loki’s smirk grew wider, playfully. “I’ll pass.”

Finally, you let go of the God of Mischief but still held on to him by placing your palm against his chest. You had grown to love the feeling of his leather armour underneath your hands so much, a relieved sigh escaped your lips.

“Thor told me Asgard was destroyed,” you murmured barely audible. “I’m so sorry.”

You could feel his arm around your waist, keeping you close and safe. It hit you once more—he’s alive. You were both alive. You had both made it out of this hell. It was over. Finally.

“How did you make it off the planet?” Thor continued then.

Loki’s smirk widened. “Some mysteries shall remain unsolved, brother.”

A childish giggle escaped your lips, your whole body filling up with happiness hormones. “Where are we going now?”

“You will be delighted, little minx. Valkyrie just kindly let me know that we are going back to Earth.”

Your heart jumped once more. He had kept his promise. “Norway, to be precise—the very place Odin died. Our people will settle on the fjord, there will be much to do.” He explained calmly. “Besides, Thor has to prepare for a coronation, am I right, brother?” The slight bitterness in his voice did not go unnoticed. Crestfallen, you remembered what he had told you all those nights ago in the battered plane wreck on Sakaar—how much he himself longed to be king.

Thor’s next words, however, surprised you. “There will not be one.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Frowning, your gaze wandered back to him. The Thunderer paused, his lips parting. For a while, he said nothing, only his desperate sighing filling the quiet room and somehow drowning out the deafening roaring of the engines of the spaceship.

When he finally opened his mouth again, both Loki’s and your heart seemed to stop altogether.

“I want you to keep the throne, Loki.”

A/N: WElCOME TO POST-RAGNAROK, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!