Humble
Barreling through the balcony of the Grand Hall, the guards standing agape as they watch you dip and dart, you sling Odin from your back as he holds on to your wing, your feather-like extension taking on a life of its own as it slowly lowers him to the ground.
Plummeting into a marble column, your arm shattering as you howl in pain, your body bounces on the ground as you growl and hiss, your eyes flickering colors as Thor dashes to your side.
“Angel,” he says, his brow furrowing when he sees your glowing red eyes.
“Thor,” you growl, thrusting your hand out as you take him by the neck, raising him off of his feet as your wings slowly lift you into mid-air.
“King,” you emphasize, your head cocking to the left as your shattered arm sways, bleeding and contorted at your side.
“Angel,” he chokes out, his eyes wide as he brings his shaking arm out and rests it on your shoulder.
“Take…a deep…breath…”
Watching as he goes limp in your grasp, you snort as you laugh, your lips twisting into a maniacal grin as you drop him to the floor.
“Ooooooooo,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows as you shimmy, “I feel all tiiiiiingly!”
Hearing footsteps running down the hallway, you hear him call out for you.
“Y/N!”
Loki.
“Y/N!!!”
Rounding the corner as he sees Thor laying on the floor, his father curled up in the corner as he winces and pants for breath, you smile at him as you slowly land your feet upon the ground, your hips swaying as you saunter forward, your haggard arm ricocheting pain through your body as you catch Loki’s worried stare.
“Y/N…” he says, reaching his hand out as he fingers the side of your eye, your red eyes glowing bright as you search his.
“I don’t know why I never caved to you sooner,” you say lowly, your eyebrow raising in the air as you slowly assess his stance, “Because you…are…luscious.”
Licking your lips as you find his gaze again, his brow furrowed as he shakes his head, you feel someone take your good hand as you slowly look over.
“My Angel,” Sif says, “What has happened to you?”
“What has happened?” you chuckle, your voice breathless as you look upon her incredulously, “Why, my darling Sif…I’ve been reborn!”
Holding your arms out as you twirl slowly for them, you feel Loki’s eyes on you as you whip back around to him, your eyes wild with passion as you leap forward, your tongue thrusting from your lips as you slowly lick his cheek.
Feeling him push you off, his hands forceful as he recoils at your warmth, you furrow your brow as your eyes grow dim, a strong sadness overcoming you before you lash out, outstretching your palm as a red string of light rockets from your hand, latching on to his neck as you hurl him in to the air.
“YOU WILL LOVE ME!!” you yell out to him, his arms and legs thrashing about as your voice booms across the room.
“And for once, you will know what it is like to be treated as a servant…as one who is required to do service…as one who will always be expected to bend to the will of others.”
Lifting off of the ground, your body slowly approaching Loki’s as his eyes widen, the blood vessels behind his eyes start to burst from his lack of oxygen as the white in his eyes is swallowed by the same red glowing within yours…his arms desperately reaching out to you in an attempt to quell your anger.
“Y/N…please…” he chokes out.
“Y/N…please…” you mock, your face contorting as you stare at his dying eyes.
“She’s long gone,” you hiss, shaking your head as you thrust your face in to his…mere millimeters from his lips, “And soon, you will finally feel what she has wished to feel for all of her life.”
Watching Loki’s eyes widen, his outstretched hand finally catches your bare skin, his hand glowing pink as tears stream down his cheeks.
“You…cannot…have her…” he chokes out as your head thrusts back, a drone emanating from your mouth as your body is overcome with pink, the red beam of light retracting from Loki as he plummets to the ground…his pink beam following him as it cushions his fall.
Feeling a searing pain in your throat, tears of black stream down your face as the pink tendrils from Loki’s body impede every orifice, encompassing the black tendrils from your body attempting, and failing, to fight back.
Your breath coming in shallow pants as you feel the last of the ooze drip from your nose, you look on with misty eyes as the pink from Loki’s hands slowly encompass the black evil that had been thrust upon you since before your transformation, your body going limp in the air as you feel someone’s arms around you.
“I’ve got you,” you hear Thor mutter in your ear.
And as you watch the entangling energies slowly grow smaller, your body being dragged back to the floor, tears of white fall upon your cheeks as your eyes roll in to the back of your head, the darkness of night encompassing you once more as the warmth of Loki’s energy comes to a screeching halt.
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Throwing your eyes open with a start, your body covered in sweat as you shoot up off of the floor, you feel a pair of strong hands on your shoulders as you hear Sif shushing you close in your ear.
“It’s alright,” she says, her voice soothing and soft, “You are safe, Angel.”
Grabbing the hand on your shoulder, your shattered arm working once more, you throw your gaze over at Loki, his eyes filled with relief and happiness.
“I didn’t think I had gotten to you in time,” he says softly, his hand moving the hair from your face as you pull yourself quickly to your feet.
“Odin!” you scream out, your body stumbling forward as you look towards the corner you could have sworn you had left him in.
“Odin! Heimdall!” you yell out, spinning around as your head begins to pound, the toll of the day finally taking hold as aches and pains slowly begin to settle in your joints.
“My King!” you roar, your body giving way as you collapse on the floor, Loki running to your side as he picks you up quickly in his arms.
“It’s alright, my love,” he says through misty eyes, “They are alright. You are alright. The kingdom is safe…and I am here.”
As the reality of the day fully sinks in, you lay your head weakly onto Loki’s chest, the rising and falling of his breath comforting you as he turns around to Thor and Sif, their glances worried as he slowly walks towards them.
“I am returning her to her quarters,” he says.
“That is probably a good idea,” Thor says, half-smiling as his eyes gaze wearily onto your body.
“I…I am s-so-”
And as you feel a pair of lips press lightly against your temple, you find Sif’s lips close to your ear as she whispers, “Apologies already accepted, my friend. Now get some rest.”