Hey guys! Sorry this chapter has taken ages to write, and I wanted to leave you with a cliffhanger. Anyway, I have been thinking of another fanfiction to write. Since I love you guys, I was thinking of doing a LokiXReader or Vampire!LokiXReader. Would you fellows like that? I mean, if you don't I wont write it :) So without futher ado, enjoy.
Loki grunted and tried to release himself from the chains which were digging into his wrists. He roared in anger and pain, as the blood dripped from his head down his bare chest and onto the floor. The only sound in the darkness was the dripping of his crimson blood and his heavily breathing. His captor must have left. Thanos, if he remembered correctly, was his name. He remembered his touch was cold as ice, and he'd seen two red eyes, shining out in the darkness. Struggling again, Loki whimpered loudly as the metal from the cuffs dug futher into his wrist. Soon it would reach bone, he thought.
"Help!" He screamed but his throat was dry and sore. He continued though. But no one heard him. Suddenly a great ball of light burst in front of him. Closing his eyes and looking away, he groaned loudly. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he stared into the light. It showed something which angered him a tiny bit. Thor. And Emily. Together? Oh yes. According to this mysterious light, Emily and Thor were together. Married it seemed.
"No..." He mouthed, his fists clenching in rage. Loki didn't know what this orb of light did. It displayed what you feared most. And Loki feared that Emily would go with Thor and leave him. He growled loudly. If this was torture, then it was killing him. Yelling, he tried to punch the light but his hand just went straight through the light, not interfering with the image of Emily and Thor kissing. Tears welled up in his eyes as the god just stared at the image. Emily...He hoped that she was okay...He hoped Thanos had not touched her. Or he would cut his hand off.
Suddenly he heard a heavy door open. The light instantly disappeared, along with the image. He raised his heavy head and stared into the dim light that shone through. Then, Loki's ice cold heart sank.
"Get off me!" Yelled the familiar feminine voice. They'd got her. They got Emily. "Thor! Where are you?!" Emily squealed loudly. The men carrying her, pushed her into the same cell as Loki and fixed her wrists and ankles with chains and cuffs. She was crying and didn't understand where she was. Loki was too weak to move towards her. Emily ducked her head, her hair draping over her face. She was so confused.
Loki sniffled, and instantly frowned. Emily raised her head again and put her hand out towards him.
"Loki? Is that you?" Emily said, her voice trembled with fear. Loki closed his eyes as her hand drifted towards his face. He flinched as bit. Everyone who had touched him these past few days, had only hurt him. But her hand was a much needed soft touch and warm against his dirty, bloody, and wounded face.
"Yes.." He breathed out, savouring her touch. It was like snowflakes hitting his face in winter, so soft. Emily ran the back of her hand up and down his blood splattered cheek. She noticed how cold it was.
"Loki, me and Thor are going to get you out of here." Emily said, tears streaming down her face. Loki opened his eyes and remembered what the light had showed him. He moved his face away from her hand. Thor, was with her?
"...Thor..." He hissed quietly. Why did Thor always have to have everything?! Loki finally found someone who made him happy, but his brother had to take that too. Loki's heart broke at the thought of the blonde doofus shoving his tongue down Emily's throat.
"Yeah, your brother." Emily whispered, sensing Loki's anger. She scoffed. "Frankly he's a imbecile." Loki looked at her, her face slightly visible in the darkness. "He ate 3 packs of pop tarts, broke some cars, and park bench all in one night! I mean, what's up with that?" She giggled, trying to cheer him up. Loki's green eyes shone brightly in the darkness. They were so beautiful to her. Loki laughed softly, and weakly.
"He has a big appetite for destruction. And pop tarts, it seems." Loki looked down at his hands, fondling them. Emily put her small hand on his, which made him look up at her. His face was so close to hers.
"I am going to get you out of here." She whispered softly, placing a kiss upon his forehead. "I promise you..." Loki stared at her, his eyes wide and tearful.
Then, he did something he had been waiting to do. Loki kissed Emily
