My Prince

Panting for breath as you break the kiss, you cup Loki’s cheek as he smiles at you broadly.

“You look…beautiful,” he breathes, shaking his head as he helps you up.

Nodding lightly at him, you look towards Sif, a grand smile on her face as you hear Heimdall’s call once again.

“Angel, please!”

Whipping your head towards the sound, Thor looks at you with wild eyes.

“What do we do, Angel?”

Furrowing your brow as you turn your head back to him, you outstretch your wings as you see an army of misfits rise from the universe, chanting and guffawing as they charge you on their hover-crafts.

“Run!” you pull Thor’s arm as Sif turns towards the fighters, throwing her sword into their engines as they go careening in to the water.

Grabbing Loki’s hand as you run back towards the castle, you throw the both of them in to the hallway as you look at Thor and say, “You need to assemble guards at every entrance and exit. I have no idea why they have taken your father and Heimdall hostage, but if they get to your little treasure trove under this castle…”

Nodding his head, he turns his back, his cape flowing behind him as he starts calling out orders, Fandral dashing up behind him as he sneaks another peak of you before rounding the corner and out of sight.

“What do I do?” Loki asks, taking your hand and turning you towards him.

“Follow me,” you say.

Getting a running start, you jump over the edge of the bifrost, balling your hands in to a fist as you throw your hands out in front of you, balls of ice projecting themselves from your palms as you ice skate around the edge of Asgard.

“Loki!?” you call back behind you, hearing his laughter as he answers, “I’m right behind you! Sif is still dealing with the hover army!”

Nodding as you smile lightly, you continue to plummet ice bunches out of your hands, providing an alley for you to skate on as you round yourself in to the forest, skating off and dropping on to the ground as Loki lands directly behind you.

Hearing grunting as you step forward, you listen as you pause in place.

Feeling Loki’s hand grasp your shoulder, you shoot him a look as his eyes glow orange.

“It’s a trap,” he murmurs.

“What?” you ask, turning your body towards him.

“It’s a trap!” he yells, wrapping his arms around your body as the two of you throw yourselves to the side, the ground parting, threatening to swallow you whole as demons and rock giants crawl out of the cavern in the ground.

Scrambling to get to your feet, your eyes start to glow green, the veins in your body protruding with the color of the forest as your wings lift you off of the ground, a roar emanating from your throat as your claw-like talons for fingers rise above your head, vines and trees growing in the background as they hover behind you, threatening to impale the army below as you take a deep breath, quelling the rage in your body.

“I will give you one chance…” you mutter as Loki looks up, his body glowing pink at the ready.

Watching as small smiles crease the faces of all who make up the army below, you cock your head to the side, your neck cracking as a menacing smile crosses your cheeks.

“I thought so,” you say.

Careening your hands forward as your body concaves in on itself, the vines and trees barrel themselves to the ground, impaling the bodies of the army as Loki jumps from vine to vine, making his way up to you as he watches from on high.

As trees smash them dead and vines rip themselves down their throats, Loki jumps as grabs your leg, clamoring up your body as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling his lips up to your ear as he whispers…

“Take a deep breath, Y/N.”

Hearing his voice off in the distance, your consciousness clouded with rage and anger, you find yourself taking in a deep breath through your mouth as the army falls to your feet, gurgling on their own blood and choking on the vines of the forest as the two of you slowly lower to the ground, watching as the life rushes back to you and out of them.

Staring wide-eyed all around you, tears prickling the back of your eyes, you feel Loki try to slip his hand in yours comfortingly as you hear Heimdall call out again.

“Come on,” you say lowly, wrenching his hand as your body careens forward, your wings lifting you both off of the ground as you glide over the forest top.

“There!” Loki shouts as a cabin comes in to view.

Landing solidly on the ground, Loki’s hands balled in to fists as you slowly approach the door, the ground beneath you opens up, swallowing you whole as Loki tries to jump after you, but is caught around his neck by a guard.

“Y/N!” he yells out just as the cavern closes, leaving you plummeting in the dark of night as your body hits the ground unmercifully.

“Angel? Is that you?”

Odin.

Lifting your head as you squint to try and see, Odin’s outline slowly comes in to view, the King bent over at his waist.

“Odin,” you croak out, reaching for him as your entire body zaps with electricity.

Hissing as you fly back, your body careening into a rock quarry, you hear a thunderous laughter rumble the room as the ground shakes.

“You know…your father was always one to play the hero,” the voice says.

Feeling your jaw tense as your teeth clench together, a light suddenly appears above Odin as your jaw stands agape, his nose crooked from being broken, his mouth bleeding from his obvious beating, and the bruises many as he stays shackled to the wall, tugging and pulling as he tries to get free.

“Odin and I had a wonderful little talk…” the voice says.

“Angel…I am so sorry…” Odin says.

Furrowing your brow at all of the confusion, the voice laughs once again as you stand to your feet.

“You still deny, after all of these years, the evil that exists beneath the threads of the universe.”

Feeling your blood run cold, you realize who you are talking to.

The entity who ruined your life.

The man who killed your father.

“He tried his hardest, but when he figured out my plan, he impaled himself on his own sword,” the voice rings out, reading your mind’s eye as you whip around, trying to get a glimpse of it’s physical form.

Feeling your fists ball up, fire slowly encompassing them, you see a shadowy figure move in your peripheral.

“I chained him up and filled him with my beautiful essence,” he hisses as you watch sinewy black tentacles slowly dance around you.

“His eyes grew wide with black as he smiled, you know. He enjoyed how good evil felt coursing through his veins,” he growls.

As you eye the tentacles hesitantly, you stand your ground as your eyes search the room.

“Hard to believe from a voice with no body,” you call out.

Watching as the tentacles relapse from your view, the room goes black again as Odin cries out, a red hue emanating from the corner as a body, tall and strong, emerges into the light.

“When he found out that I was really after his daughter…that’s when he fought back,” he voice says, hissing with laughter as the glowing red eyes that you remembered seeing in your father as a child catch your breath in your throat, your mind recalling all of the fights and beatings and treacherous moments where his anger would get the best of him.

And always…those eyes.

“You…you were…”

Feeling your body stumble, the entity walks forward, his hand outstretching as you dodge his grasp, running up towards Odin as you stand beside him, eyeing the shackles tying him to the wall.

“Your father died long before he threw himself on that sword,” the energy says.

“Why me?” you ask, lifting Odin’s head as you inspect the damage that has been inflicted, opening his swollen eyes and breathing a sigh of relief as you see his beautiful browns instead of those horrible reds.

“Why does any person want to inflict damage on any other?” the entity questions.

“Because it’s fun,” he yells as he charges you.

“Angel, look out!” Odin screams as he tries to throw himself in front of you.

Standing to your feet as you hold your arms out, you squeeze your eyes shut as you puff your chest out, the diamond in your chest opening up as the darkness is willingly sucked in to your body, your eyes flickering colors as they settle on red as your veins protrude from every nook and cranny on your body, your blood running the color of the darkest night as his voice rings inside your head.

“A willing subject…how interesting.”

Watching as the ceiling above you opens up, giving way to the stars of the Asgardian realm, you contort your body to look down at Odin, his eyes filled with tears as your eyes grow red with anger.

“I am so very sorry, my child,” he whispers as tears run down his face.

Swallowing hard as your body fights not to give over, you clutch on to Odin’s collar as your eyes, for a brief second, flicker back over to Y/C/E.

“Hang on,” you say.

And as you pull on Odin’s chains, ripping them right from the wall of rock, he screams out in agony as you throw yourself in to the air, rushing towards the open sky as you careen out of the hole in the ground.

Leveling out, you wrap Odin around, his body falling on to your back as the dark ooze pours out of every hole in your body.

“Hang on,” you whisper, your body giving way to it’s rage as your eyes switch back over to red, your laugh maniacal as you dive and dart through the air, your body fighting between the light and the dark as you make your way towards the castle.