Name: The Voice of Salvation
Characters: Loki/OC
Rated: M for Mature Themes/ Dark fic
Summary: Post Thor pre-Avengers. Sometimes fate brings two people together for a reason. But as he observes her, and studies her, he can't figure out what is so special about this broken girl so determined to fight. Loki/OC M for mature themes.
Disclaimer: Only own the plot and OC
WARNING: I have no BETA, I apologize for any mistakes
A/N: The writing of this prologue is meant to be slightly chaotic because it starts with Loki on the verge of death. Please read the A/N at the end…enjoy!
Prologue:
Stay…
The words were spoken so softly and so distant he doubted he'd heard them. They trailed off, unfinished. What followed that one syllable?
Stay…Please…
They were very far away, like when in a dream you hear someone speaking and you're trapped in between the world of dreams and reality.
Trapped between worlds. Was that possible? It sounded frightening.
Was he asleep? He felt heavy yet light at the same time. Everything was strange; he could see images here and there. Small visual flashes, were they real? He was looking at them.
But my eyes are closed…
Numb. He felt numb.
He couldn't think either. Strange. Why was he having difficulty with it? What was he thinking about before?
Oh! That's right he saw something.
I think…
Floating. It was like floating on top of the water, like a leaf, just floating away. Away from where? He was floating on water, but he wasn't wet. Why didn't things make sense to him?
Stay with me….
A voice, there had been a voice, like velvet, like warm honey, like silk to the touch. There it was! It was a girl's. A woman's. They were spoken so softly, like when they're spilt from the lips of a lover by your ear. When you lie on the pillow, embraced, still together in the afterglow. At peace.
Speak to me child…
He tried to open his eyes to see hers, to put a face to the voice, but they were heavy. His arm ached to reach for her, her bare warmth, but they wouldn't move. He needed to hear her for reassurance that she was there.
Please…
Anything. Beg for anything and he would grant it. Just don't go. He feared to be left alone in that abyss.
He suddenly remembered it, remembered that abyss, it had been so cold yet so scorching at the same time. It had hurt so much the pain turned him numb. He felt like he was drowning and burning at the same time and then he heard her, her voice, the voice that asked him to stay with her. In their bed together, and it had been as if they abyss never had existed. But it did because he could remember, he would always remember falling
Falling?
He'd let go! It had been his choice! He'd been betrayed! So he'd let go, and he'd fallen into the abyss, fallen in between worlds, and now he was trapped here!
Where was here?
In her bed.
But there isn't a bed. He hadn't been in a bed, he'd been falling. He hadn't been with her because she doesn't exist. Who is she? Nothing…she doesn't exist remember?
Don't go…stay with my voice…
But her voice! It was there; he could feel it and reach up to it. To the surface because he needed to know there was a reality, that he wasn't still trapped in between those layers and layers of pain and darkness and cruelty. Trapped in realms with no time or space to cease his torture, his pain. He had been betrayed.
But he would stay…stay with that voice. With those words that begged for him like a lover. It sounded so perfect and so beautiful. How could he deny himself that? And with that thought he begged that voice to continue calling for him, to guide him to the surface.
Doctor…
Doctor? No…no he wasn't a doctor, he was a God. Oh sweet innocent child how could you confuse me as such? Guide me to the surface and let me show you of the pleasures a God can bring in comparison to a mere doctor.
Help…he needs help…he's leaving us….
Us? Leaving? No! He wasn't leaving you! He would never leave you, you are his salvation from the pain, from the cruel, the violent, from the horrid images he had witness and been a part of.
But who is this other? Would you betray him for another? Like every other being he's known, would you betray him like that too? Of course you would, it is in your nature, to deceive, to lie, to manipulate. It is in everyone's nature only he was the only one to accept it.
Foolish child I will destroy you for betraying me.
Medical assistance…Bring him to my lab…
Repulsed! He was utterly repulsed! Whose voice did that belong to? It was horrid in comparison to the velvet one he desired, to his salvation. It was rough, deep…manly. Not the voice of a lover.
But he hated her. He needed her. He wanted her, her voice. Please, just speak to me one more time. Beg for me like you did; help me find my way back.
Stay here…with me…follow my voice…
To the end of the world. To my salvation, I will never leave you. Speak to me my child, my lover. And I'll follow you until I can't no more; I'll stay by your side…I promise.
Just save me…
And then everything burned.
A/N: If you've made it here than I thank you dearly! I've had this idea for a while, but all it took was an angry day for me to sit down and write…it's therapy :P
The idea of this prologue is to just show you Loki's trail of thought while he's nearly dying, its slightly OC because he's not lucid. This fic won't be a fluffy walk in the park but rather a dark one, but not heartless.
Also I should warn you I am including the X-Men BUT as if the First Class characters lived in modern day, mostly because I want the presence of a young and not so fully wise Charles Xavier. It is crucial.
I won't write all the chapters this confusing, and I'll have the next one as soon as I can.
Please read and review…especially review, as it will feed my inspiration and allow me to post asap…and I really do love the plot that will develop.
Thank you! And please…once more REVIEW show me your loving, your thoughts and your criticism (but no flames please) 3