Replacement

thelokiimaginechronicles:

I just watched IW and wanted some fluff to cheer myself up- I’m sure many feel the same way so here you go 🙂 please drop into my inbox to scream about IW anytime bc I’m suffering

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“Cap!” you yell as the giant orange alien lobs Steve at you. He flies past you, a stray piece of metal nicking your cheekbone. You touch your finger to the cut, drawing it back with blood.

“Shit.” You grit your teeth and clench your fist. You look around for anyone to attack with- Stark is out, Natasha is bending over a frail Peter, and Thor and Loki aren’t in your line of sight. You haul yourself out of the car you were thrown into earlier and begin running; launching yourself at the villain. You draw your dagger (a gift from Loki) out as you’re floating through the air. You can hear Loki’s voice in your head. Use it as an extension, not an accessory, he had said. It’s not serving you any more than you’re serving it.

His advice had proved useful until now.

Your blade is fully extended with your arm, and it’s so close to the alien’s neck. You feel wind blowing through your hair, your whole body anticipating the clean slice down the creature’s throat and the victory that would soon follow.

Before that can happen, your body stops entirely. You aren’t sure why you’ve stopped moving or why you’ve dropped your weapon until you feel the pressure on your neck.

The second you realize the alien is choking you in midair your hands fly up to his fingers. The pain is searing through you- you attempt to scream but the only thing that you can manage is a choking sound. You desperately claw at the hand trapping you, but it’s to avail. You’re just beginning to slip away when the alien laughs.

“That’s quite the necklace you’ve got there.” the alien shifts his hand to look at it. He’s talking about the golden chain with the emerald pendant. It’s shaped like a triangle, and rests just a few inches below your collarbone. You haven’t taken it off since you got it four months ago.

“It would be, as it’s from me.” a voice says. The alien turns, met with the image of a horned man wielding two daggers and a grin. “I have great taste when I’m bothered to.” says Loki. “That being said, I really would prefer it if you put the necklace and its owner down. They’re important to me, drastically so.” Loki is playing it cool, but you can tell from the way he’s rapidly tapping the handle of his right blade he is anything but.

“Lovers then?” the alien questions the god. Loki shrugs, his expression guarded. The alien smirks and rips the pendant away from your neck. It stings, both physically and emotionally as he rolls Loki’s token to you into a ball and discards it next to him. 

Loki bristles, but the action is overpowered by the worried glance he throws your way. The second he does, the grip around you tightens and you cry out.

“GAAAHH.” you kick your feet, hit the hand holding you, anything in an attempt to stop the pain.

“That’s enough!” Loki finally yells, his voice sharp. The orange being cocks an eyebrow. Loki charges forward, moving with impeccable speed towards you. The alien hit him to the side, hard, and Loki seemingly losses both his weapons. He raises his head at the beast, panting as he hides the dagger he somehow held onto up his sleeve. 

“I’m going to finish killing your girl here.” the alien tells Loki, bending his elbow so your face is close to his. You squirm. “Then I’ll move onto you. You’ll be quick, but she won’t be.” The alien crouches to where Loki lays. The God of Mischief takes his chance: He pushes himself up with is empty hand and thrusts his dagger into the alien’s throat while hitting its head with the metal part of his helmet at the same time.

It lets out a roar and drops you. You collapse, hand on your stomach and you struggle to find air.

“Y/N.” Loki rushes over to you, not even checking to see if he’s defeated your opponent. “Y/N, darling, look at me.” you do, but only because Loki’s hands cup your face so your eyes meet. “I’m so sorry love, it took longer than it should have.”

You sputter, pressing your hand to your throat, trying to signal you couldn’t breathe. 

“Ssssh.” Loki brushes his nose against yours. When he draws back, Loki’s eyes are red, his face now blue in patches. He lifts a blue hand to your throat, and it cools you upon contact.

“Loki.” you manage before passing out. “Loki.”

~

You awake in the all to familiar med wing of Avengers tower. Your eyes adjust slowly, revealing your bruised knuckles and a very fidgety Loki.

“Loki.” you say. You cough, throat dry and voice hoarse. Loki stands and takes the glass of water that’s resting on your bedside table. He sits down on your hospital bed, and tips the glass slow enough that you drink it. You let your head fall forward onto Loki’s shoulder once you finish it. He lets out a short laugh at this, and begins massaging your scalp. His fingers run through you hair; and it’s soon braided before you know it.

“I don’t like seeing you like that.” Loki tells you. You sit up, level with him. “I almost wish you were content to simply watch the battles from a safe distance.” He smiles, the pad of his thumb running over the cut from earlier. “Though I suppose I wouldn’t love you so much if you were.”

You catch Loki’s thumb in a kiss and return his smile.

“You didn’t lose me.” you say reassuringly. “The worst damage was necklace you gave me. It’s a bit sad, but it can be replaced.”

Loki’s expression changes; to one you aren’t very used to seeing: nervousness.

“I was actually thinking it could be.” he admits, pulling something out of his pocket. “I wanted to ask you this in a proper setting, I wanted it to be special for you… But darling, I’m finding that I can’t wait.” Loki presses his forehead against yours. Your hand finds its way up Loki’s chest, you can feel his heart pounding. “…And I think you’re well aware I’m still a selfish, selfish man.” Loki holds up ring, and if you would have gasped if you could.

It’s a simple thing: A gold band, with two jewels. One emerald, one that’s tinted pink. You see a matching one on Loki’s finger already; the only difference being his crystals had been embedded in the gold.

You lose your breath for the second time that day, but this time, it’s for all the right reasons.

“Do you- do you mean?” you ask. Loki nods.

“Yes.” he laughs. “I’m asking you, Y/N Y/L/N of Midgard, to be my wife.”

You let out nervous giggle and nod, so hard a jolt of pain shoots through your neck. You don’t even care. Loki slips the ring on your finger with incredible ease, kissing it when he does. He looks to you and then presses his mouth against yours.

Loki kisses you slower than he ever has before; aware of how you’re just beginning to get air back in you. But the knowledge that Loki takes that into consideration alone brings you to your knees. He’s so gentle, carefully licking your lips to ask your permission to be let in. You open your mouth, moaning when Loki kisses you harder. Two fingers slip inside your shirt, just at your waist, and you smile at how happy you are.

This doesn’t last long, you’re still thirsty and tired. Soon enough, Loki draws away and nestles down to the pillow next you. He conjours flowers, and he whispers sweet nothings while tucking them into your hair until you fall back to sleep once more.