My Prince

As the universe fills itself with darkness, your heart racing as Sif clings to your body for dear life, you feel a warm sensation enveloping your leg as the two of you come to an abrupt stop, your hand clinging to Sif’s wrist so as to stop her falling body from breaking away.

“What’s happening, Angel!?” she yells as you as the strings of yellow light wrap around her waist.

“Just close your eyes and take a deep breath,” you say, tears welling in your eyes as your yellow, glowing saviors wrap themselves around your wrists and ankles, setting the two of you upright as they slowly envelope your appendages in a glowing, warm bundle.

As Sif’s wild eyes look around her body, floating amidst the darkened realm as the stars twinkle in the background, you feel a piercing sensation in your abdomen as you rear your head back, crying out as a burst of light tears through your chest, emanating towards Sif as you hear your friend roar at you in pain.

“Deep...breaths...” you choke out before your vision is overtaken with light, your arms and legs throbbing as you feel your joints being stretched, your spine being realigned...your eyes flashing colors and your bones reinforcing.

It was the most intense pain you had ever experienced in your life.

Feeling the light cascade through your body, you feel yourself drifting up, moving faster and faster, until your skin is ripping from your body, reassembling itself as it removes your scars and your blemishes, smoothing out your Y/C/S skin as you come to a complete stop, hovering in mid-air as your dress flutters around you, your arms drooping at your sides as you lay on your back, floating in the air with Sif right beside you.

As tears flow down the side of your face, you tilt your head, a sparkling white substance where the blood of your body should be drips from your nose and ears as you look upon Asgard, with Thor and Loki standing at the edge, gawking at your form as you feel something begin to emerge from your back.

Feeling your skin ripping and tearing, the deafening sound of every cell splitting itself in half, you cry out in pain as your wings slowly push forth, your back giving birth to your beautiful plum of feathers as they stretch out, your white and golden wings fluttering in the wind as the light slowly fades from your body, your breath coming in short spurts as you feel the last of your reinforcement taking place, the marrow in your bones hardening in to steel as your wings work to tilt you forward.

Opening your eyes as you take in the sight, you look beside you to Sif as you extend your arm out, a white string of light emerging from the palm of your hand as it slowly wraps around Sif’s waist, pulling her toward you as you wrap your arms around her, your cheeks pressing together as you both heave for air.

Clinging on to each other, your chest starts to burn with an intense heat as a clear white pearl, in the shape of a diamond, sears itself in to your skin as your future finishes it’s final mark on your transformation.

“Warrior,” you breathe in to her ear, her hair streaked with white as her eyes grow wild with pain.

“What...is happening...?” she grunts.

“Your bones are reinforcing. Your marrow is turning to steel, so that you may withstand the battles and wars that we thrust ourselves in to for the sake of the safety of the universe.”

Watching as tears crest her eyes, her head lobs back as she screams out, Thor twisting his hammer as he lifts himself off of the ground, only to careen in to a shield that presents itself with a thud as he tries to get to Sif.

“Just breathe,” you whisper as you feel her body go limp in your hands.

“Just a little while longer,” you choke out as glistening tears stream down your face.

As the light from your chest starts to dim, bringing your energy level back up, you feel Sif’s muscles twitch in your grasp as her head finally sits up.

“I’ve kept you from Thor long enough,” you smile weakly, extending your hand as your palm of light slowly guides her back to the bifrost, with Thor standing there in awe and curiosity as Sif stands strong and proud.

You watch with a smile on your face as Thor reaches out to finger her white highlights that glisten against the background of stars.

Her beauty was captivating to you.

And that is when your gaze falls haphazardly on a wide-eyed Loki.

Turning your chest towards him, you throw your head back as a stream of light shoots from your chest, careening in to his abdomen as he screams out in pain, his body being lifted and slowly brought to yours.

“Brother!” Thor cries out as his hand outstretches for his.

“No!” Sif yells, knocking Thor’s hand out of the way as his eyes widen at her strength.

Feeling Loki slowly press against your body, you wrap your arms around his waist as you raise your head up to his, your lips finding his ear as you start to whisper.

“I want you to be my healer,” you say.

Hearing Loki scoff, you blink back tears as you swallow hard.

“Yes, I made Sif my warrior,” you grunt, the pain beginning to rise in your throat again, “...because I trust her with my defense. I trust that, on or off of the battlefield, she has my back,” you say, barely above a whisper as tears trickle down your cheeks, glistening in the light as you raise your gaze once again to meet Loki’s eyes.

“But I trust you with my life,” you whisper.

As his eyes flicker down towards yours, widening at your statement, a grin plays lightly on your cheeks as you continue, a white light slowly enveloping Loki from his feet up.

“A healer is not just someone who stands on the edge of a battle muttering incantations as the Guardian and Warrior fight for the realms. A healer, if he or she wants, goes in to battle with us, and is the only one that can heal us from catastrophic wounds. Wounds that would otherwise kill us,” you say.

Panting as you feel the energy leaving your body, Loki wraps his arms around your waist, holding you up as his hand brings your head slowly back to the side of his.

“I trust Sif with my back,” you whisper in to his ear, “...but I trust you with my life.”

Feeling a tear ricochet down Loki’s cheek and descend on to your face, he nods his head against yours as you smile, letting out a ragged breath as you open your mouth.

“Take a deep breath,” you breathe.

Throwing him away from your body, you lob your head back again as a light bursts forth from the diamond in your chest, impaling him in his stomach as he cries out in pain, his body flooding itself with warmth and ice, all at the same time, as your healing power transfers from yourself to him, his eyes wide with pain as his body curls in on itself.

“Just a little bit longer,” you choke out, your body shaking from the energy as you let out a roar, fire bursting from your lips as you encompass Loki’s body, his entire being soaking up the opposite of what he is so used to becoming as his screams turn to laughter.

Closing your mouth as you stare at him weakly, a smile crossing his face as he looks upon his hands in wonder, you watch as the color of his eyes settle back into the blueish-green that you so desperately desire...a long, bold streak of white cascading down his hair, fluttering to his shoulder as you begin to plummet back to the bifrost.

“Y/N!” Loki shouts, hurling his body to you as he catches you around your waist, working himself in front of you as you both crash to the ground, Sif and Thor running with the guards behind them as you lay on Loki’s body, groaning as your eyes flutter in and out of their hoods.

“Y/N,” Loki says again, scurrying himself on to his knees as he takes your face in his hands.

“What do I do?” he whispers.

Too weak to give him an answer, he looks towards Sif and roars, “What do I do!?!?!?”

As tears rise in both Sif and Thor’s eyes, you weakly raise your hand, searching for his and he presses his palm to yours, bringing it to his lips as he kisses your fingers lightly.

“I don’t know what to do,” he whimpers.

Breathing raggedly, your lips chapped and bleeding as you lay on the ground, you hear a cry off in the distance.

“Angel!!”

Heimdall.

As Loki and Sif dart their heads towards the cry, Thor comes over and helps you up, your body sitting upright as your head spins.

“Loki...” you breathe, reaching for his hand again as his attention turns from Heimdall’s cries to your limp body.

“Take...a deep...breath...” you pant.

As Loki inhales through his nose, flashes of pink sputtering from his palms, he brings his glowing hands to your face as his lips descend on to yours, his tongue parting your dry lips as he runs it along the roof of your mouth, coating your cotton skin in his sweet saliva as he kisses you deeply, running his tongue along the insides of your cheeks as he sucks your lower lip in.

And as a pink hue drips on to your body, you feel the energy slowly surging back into your newly repaired muscles as your hand slowly finds its way in to Loki’s hair, pulling him closer as his arms drop from your face to your waist as he pulls your body flush against his...your heart rate finally steadying as your wings find life.