Escape pt. 3
You both dashed through the halls of the dungeon, Loki slightly ahead of you leading you by the hand. Right. Right. Middle path. Right. Wait. Something’s wrong. You both came to a quick stop. You were staring at a wall. Dead end.
“This does not make any sense.”
Loki stared at the wall in confusion. You turned to him.
“We must have made a wrong turn.”
Loki shook his head.
“We followed the path you took to the letter. Unless they redesigned the dungeons.”
Loki turned to look at you. You felt your heart drop. No. This can’t be happening. Footsteps echoed through the dungeon followed by muffled shouts.
“They know we have escaped.”
Loki glanced down the path you just came from then moved to pull you down another path but you stood rooted in place. Loki swiftly turned to you.
“If we do not find the way out we are as good as dead.”
You shook your head.
“This is the way out.”
“Normally I would admire your stubbornness’, but we do not have the time to argue.”
Loki tried to pull you again but you pulled away.
“This is the way out Loki!”
Loki flinched at your raised voice. You didn’t mean to yell at him but you couldn’t control yourself, your fear was taking over. Your hands began to shake so you clenched them in fists. You bit your lip trying to calm your voice.
“I know this is the way. Walls don’t appear from thin air...”
That's it! You turned back to the wall, walking slowly towards it with your hand outstretched in front of you. A trick. It has to be. Just as your hand was about to make contact with the wall it dissolved in front of you, leaving a clear path. You let out a surprised laugh then a relieved sigh. You turned to Loki.
“Just like your magic.”
Loki grunted in anger.
“A little too excessive for my tastes.”
“Oh come on!”
You quickly grabbed his hand and dashed down the corridor. One more turn. You pivoted to your left freezing when you saw the stairs at the end of the last corridor.
“We made it.”
“Not yet.”
You turned to him and noticed he was looking behind him. Lights danced off the walls and shadows moved quicker and larger towards you. Yells began to fill the halls.
“Run.”
Loki dashed ahead pulling you behind him. You flew up the stairs skipping two at a time, but the yells grew closer. Loki scoffed before freezing to turn towards the bottom of the stairs.
“What are you-“
Loki closed his eyes and waved one of his hands. One of his doubles appeared in an attack stance, holding a knife.
“Let’s go.”
Loki grabbed your hand and once again you were climbing the stairs.
“Will that work?”
“Hopefully.”
You could tell using his magic took a lot more out of him them he lead on. He began to slow down, his breathing grew heavy and sweat began to drip down his neck. You caught a glimpse of the doors in front of you and smiled. We made it! Loki quickly grabbed the handle of the door yanking it towards him. Light slowly began to fill the staircase. You winced covering your eyes. Sunlight.
“They reached the door. Hurry.”
You both turned back, the guards were nearly up the stairs. You both turned back towards the door, and dashed through, letting it close behind you.
“Did you think it would be that easy?”
No. You both froze. Countless guards surrounded you blocking every path.
“We had this door covered as soon as you stepped outside your cell door.”
You recognized the voice, it was the voice that haunted your dreams. You turned your head until your eye’s found him. Dionysus. He was wearing his signature robes and crown, looking exactly how you remembered him. He slowly stepped towards you, but a figure blocked your vision. Loki had stepped between you and him.
“Ah, the Asgardian. You are a lot more trouble than I thought you would be. But then again, what can I expect, given who your father is.”
Loki’s back tensed at his words but he didn’t speak. Dionysus sauntered closer to him.
“You know he hasn’t even tried to negotiate your return. Does he even know you’re missing?”
That was his tipping point. Loki launched himself at Dionysus, landing a punch to his stomach. Dionysus didn’t even flinch before grabbing Loki’s arm and twisting it behind his back. He held him out in front of him towards you. Loki struggled against his grip but couldn’t get free. Dionysus locked eyes with you.
“I expected more from you (Y/N). Where’s that anger from before? Don’t you want to save this boy?”
He pulled Loki’s arm slightly causing him to yelp in pain.
“All you have to do is kill me. Come on, Where is that fire of yours?”
He pulled Loki’s arm more causing him to yell. You raised your hand to Dionysus. I can’t. Dionysus noticed your hesitation and smirked.
“You still can’t control it can you? Fine then.”
He dropped Loki’s arm but quickly grabbed him by the neck holding him out to the side. He nodded to a guard who aimed his gun at Loki. Dionysus turned back to you.
“Kill me or he dies.”
Your still outstretched hand began to shake as tears of frustration fell from your eyes. You glanced at Loki who was focused on you a mixture of fear and anger in his eyes. You pulled your eyes away to glare at Dionysus.
“If you want to die so bad why don’t you just shoot yourself?!”
Dionysus smirked. Your hand began sparking amber flames.
“Too late.”
Dionysus nodded to the guard, who cocked his gun before pulling the trigger. Your mind went blank. All you could focus on was the sharp pain in your chest. You gazed down noticing fresh blood on your clothes. You moved your hand to the wound in your chest. You tried to breathe but each breath took in no air. You fell to the floor.
“(Y/N)!”
Loki? You turned to the sound of his voice which was now behind you. How did I get here? You realized you had moved between the guard and Loki. What happened? In the confusion, Loki must have broken free as he was now rushing to your side.
“He-m—l!”
What? Your vision grew cloudy and you felt something cold cradle your head and cover your wound. Loki?
“H—d—l!”
Everything grew muffled and your vision went dark. The last thing you felt was the sensation of your body floating.