Hello! I'm Roses (some of you may know that) and this is my first Marvel fic!

This fic is based off a Tumblr post, though I can't find the original now.

If I can manage to find the post, I'll link it so you guys can at least read it.

Also, just as a warning- While I won't turn away constructive criticism (though I probably won't specifically ask for it, either), I won't tolerate any hateful criticism. It will be ignored, if not deleted.

The ending sucks, I'm sorry.

Finally, please note that Loki and Gamora both are wearing a glamour. Yes, I'm aware Gamora doesn't have magic in GOTG. It's a headcanon.

Now, I think that's about it, so I'll get right into the story. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Spoilers for Infinity War, profanity

Word Count: 1116

Strangled breaths heaved through Loki. His throat burned, and he could feel his bones being crushed under the hand on his neck. Terror ripped through him. He could feel tears running down his face. Finally, to his horror, his bones snapped. Everything faded to black.

With a with a jolt, Loki's eyes flew open. He was covered in a cold sweat, his hair sticking to his neck. Breathing heavily, he pushed himself up. With trembling hands, he reached up and rubbed his eyes, before looking around. Same old bed he had gone to sleep in. Same forest green walls with same old posters hanging on them.

He'd been having the nightmare for years. Standing in a ship, the famous Thor bound behind him. In front of him, Thanos, the titan who had wiped out half the planet. With fear thrumming through his veins, he pulled out a dagger, pointing it straight at the monster's throat. Before he could even make touch the purple skin, magic caught his arm, leaving him frozen. Then, with only a few words breathed out first, Thanos lifted him in the air, slowly squeezing the air out of Loki, before snapping the bones underneath the pale skin.

Before the boy could continue his thoughts on the nightmare, his door shook, causing a bang to echo around the room. While he drew in a sharp breath, a meow was heard from behind the door. Muttering under his breath, he stood up. Stalking over to the door, he pulled it forward to find his cat, Indie, plopped in front of him, eyes wide and staring at him.

"Stupid cat. ...Well, are you coming?" Loki asked, raising a brow at his cat as he turned back to his bed.

Indie trotted in behind the boy, and his other cat, Echo, trailed after them.

Indie was a fat grey cat, with piercing green eyes and a long, bushy tail. His fur stood up on his back, and fluff was spread in all directions behind his ears. This was the cat that took pleasure in annoying his family, constantly trying to start fights with Echo. He seemed to be trying to do everything in his power to disturb Loki's sleep schedule.

Echo was a small, silky tuxedo cat, her blue eyes piercing. While she wasn't as pretty as Indie, with her nub of a tail (a result of being attacked by her last owner's dog), she made up for it by being much more mellow and sweet. She wasn't loud or pushy (well, unless food was involved), and when Indie fought, walked away.

Now that you know about the cats, let's get back to the story, shall we?

Once he was settled back on his bed, he reached over to his nightstand, pulling his laptop to him. While Echo curled up on his legs and Indie stretched out next to him, Loki opened a new tab, typing in Tumblr and seeing it appear in seconds on the screen.

Pulling up his messages, he clicked on Gamora's username. He knew she'd still be awake, she always was. He didn't usually know what she was doing, but he also didn't really care to know.

After typing in a message- a simple ask if she was awake, because even if he knew she was, he still had to ask- he opened another tab and typed in the first thing that came to mind, looking for something to do. He googled "Avengers," and, of course, 60,000,000 results came up.

Articles about Thanos and the Battle of Wakanda filled the majority of the page. Still, there were some articles about Ultron, as well as articles about the Sokovia Accords. Old news.

Clicking on images, he watched the screen fill up with random images of the avengers. Most of them seemed to be about Tony Stark and Thor, Loki noted. It didn't really surprise him- Tony Stark was rich and famous, and Thor was the one who killed Thanos. Not to mention, he was a literal god.

Switching back to Tumblr, he saw Gamora responded. Asking why he was awake, then asking if he wanted to sneak out.

"Typical. What do you think, Echo? Should I?" He mused, glancing down at the cat. She yawned in response. "I'll take that as a yes."

He replied, then shut his computer. Once he plugged it in, he swung his legs over the bed, hopping up. Sliding his boots on and shrugging his jacket on, Loki grabbed his phone and wallet before hopping over to the window, sliding it open before hopping out.

Luckily for him, his apartment was right next to the fire escape, making it easy for him to sneak out whenever he wanted to.

Darting down the stairs, he let himself fall to the ground. Straightening, he strolled forward, glancing up and down the sidewalk.

Gamora was strutting around the corner at the end of the street. Her messy black hair was pulled into a ponytail, hanging off her shoulder. She wore a black jacket, a purple shirt underneath. Along with her black jeans, she wore high-heeled boots.

"Surprised you showed," she said as she approached. "Usually you come up with some dumb excuse to stay behind."

He glared at her. "Hello to you, too. And they're not dumb excuses. Now, do actually have an idea on what we're going to do?"

"Obviously. Apparently, shits going down right now, so the Avengers are here. We're going to watch them kick ass," she explained, grinning.

"More likely they'll get their asses kicked," Loki muttered, pulling up the collar of his jacket. Stupid winter.

Rolling her eyes, Gamora turned and sprinted down the street, before stopping midway. Turning around, she beckoned him forward. He groaned, trotting after her.

Fifteen minutes later, the two were three blocks away from Stark Tower, and both of them could here fighting happening above them.

Loki darted to the corner, Gamora following closely. Sticking his head out from behind the building, he looked up.

It was the middle of the night, so he couldn't make out much. He could, however, make Ironman's suit flying above him, and he could see Thor, standing atop Stark Tower, summoning lighting with the Stormbreaker.

"Who are they fighting?" Gamora asked, staring from behind him. "Hydra? The Black Order?"

"Everyone in the Black Order is dead, moron. And I can't see, it's too dark," he snapped, shoving her back.

A roar of thunder stopped her from responding, though it did get her to emit a shriek. Before Loki could ask what was wrong, she grabbed his arm and yanked him back. They both narrowly missed being hit by a monstrous bolt of lighting.