Author's note: Hi everyone, sorry for the whacky formatting earlier. So here's the back story, I was watching 'The Dark World' again and thought of a headcanon of a Loki post analysis. To sum it up, it says that Thor pushing Loki off the ship might be a really bad idea because the act of falling might trigger a flashback reaction, and I guess I wanted to write about that. Anyway, enjoy and I really appreciate feedbacks so do leave them if you're cool with it!
Please note that this is not betaed so all mistakes are mine. Also none of Marvel characters are mine but ALL THE FEELS are sadly (and wonderfully) part of me.
First there was anger but that melted away rapidly when weightlessness took hold of him. He was falling again and again.
The wind howled past his ears. The ship above morphed from a metallic, solid vehicle to a piece of land overlooking the vast reaches of space. Chunks of metal became crumbling debris and the sky darkened rapidly into night. He saw stars glinting brightly, their razor-sharp light taunting him.
You will never get out unscathed.
He was falling and his heart thudded dangerously loud in his ears. Everything was muffled before there was absolute silence and his mind told him that he should be hearing sounds. There should be… but he was falling, wasn't he? His heart kept beating in perfect time alongside the terrified screaming in his mind. He could… If he had land… Land was… NOT SAFE.
He landed onto the ground with a loud thump.
Pain shot through his body and he groaned, clutching his wounds. His hands must have been burnt when falling through the atmosphere of this godforsaken world or from being too close to a star. The silver scars from the burns were almost healed but he still reached instinctively to cover his weaker parts.
He rolled over and his back bumped into a leg.
What manner of creature do we have here?
Someone said something a thousand planets away, "Oh, there you are! It was rather a challenge to keep the boat hidden and still follow Thor's ship but I daresay I did a good job."
We are going to have some fun together.
No! He was injured but he would still fight. Even if he knew the pain waiting any initial resistance he made. He turned, a sweaty hand supported his upper body and his other reached for his knife sheath at his side. It was not there. He needed-
"Loki?" Fandral's voice cut through his mind.
The light seeped back into his sight. The ground was moving and he heard the gentle rumbling of machinery and the sloshing of water; there was no barren land. Fandral stood in front of him, his brow scrunched together and his lips pursed. He eyed the hand that was about to reach for the knife, a look of wariness creeping into his face.
There was no pain, no scars.
"Fandral," he acknowledged. He felt his lips pulling into a smile, "What a surprise."
"I see your time in the dungeons has made you no less graceful, Loki" teased the man with a laugh as Thor, with Jane in his arms, landed heavily beside him.
He sneered in disgust at the man's words and blatant attempt at breaking the earlier tension but he could not deny the feeling of relief pooling in him. He turned towards Thor, "You lied to me, I'm impressed. "
Thor lay Jane down gently, making sure she was comfortable, "Glad you are pleased,' he turned and faced Loki, "Now do as you promised. Take us to your secret pathway."
Grateful for the distraction, he stood up and moved towards the wheel. His hands still trembled slightly and he cursed himself for the unseemly weakness. Then he took a deep breath and pushed the voices away in his mind, as he always did. They could wait.
He took the wheel and steered them forward.