SO SORRY ITS SO SHORT. REALLY REALLY SORRY.
Loki begrudgingly admitted to himself that he needed to thank Thor for the sufficient distraction. It'd given him the opportunity he needed to get Darcy out. But that didn't change the fact that she was still fading fast. Her blood had long since seeped through the spaces between his fingers, growing paler by the minute.
"Darcy." He snapped weakly for the hundredth time as her eyes fluttered. She groaned.
"C'mon. Jus lemme sleep." She slurred.
"No." he growled sharply. Darcy flinched. "I'm sorry, love." He sighed. "Please keep your eyes open." His voice softened substantially as he lowered them both onto the ground and cradled her against his chest with one arm, pressing his hand against the stab wound in her stomach with renewed panic. She yelped and hid her face in the curve of his neck. "I'm truly sorry."
"Please." She croaked. "I've never felt better." She tried for a smile, only to have it morph into a heart wrenching grimace. Loki sighed, tentatively pressing his lips to hers.
"Just hang in there." He murmured.
"Yes sir." She nodded. "Hate to break it to you, but you've got a stalker." She muttered breathlessly.
"I'm aware." He scoffed.
"Where's Barbie?" she sighed after half a second of silence.
"I don't have an answer for you, love." He murmured apologetically. She nodded, snuggling into his neck and letting her eyes drift closed. "Darcy." He hissed, squeezing her shoulder.
"Love you." She mumbled.
"Darcy." He warned again. Dead silence. Panic bubbled in Loki's stomach and he staggered to his feet, holding onto her like a lifeline. For himself or her, he wasn't sure. He was seconds away from stalking back into the cave and dragging Thor out by his Rapuzel-esque hair when he appeared, fist clenched around his hammer with a murderous look on his face. Loki almost collapsed in relief.
"How is Lady Darcy?" Thor grumbled. Loki shook his head and inhaled shakily.
"She needs a healer. Midgardian or not. We must go." He spoke quickly with an air of authority that Thor would have normally protested. But not now. Not while he was covered in his love's blood. Not while she was dying in his arms. Not while he looked so lost.
"Aye." Thor agreed quietly, grabbing onto Loki's shoulder and swinging his hammer over his head. Loki bent his knees as they ported out of the desolate realm, landing as lightly as he could on Midgardian soil.
"Thor!" a panicked voice shouted the second they touched down. "They came and I tried but I couldn't and they t… Darcy!" Jane whimpered, walking towards the three of them.
"We rescued Lady Darcy, Thanos and his…company have been taken care of." Thor rattled off tightly.
"We have no time." Loki hissed, tightening his grip on Darcy. "She needs a healer. Where is the nearest infirmary?" Loki spoke tightly.
"Hospital?" Jane clarified. "It's a tiny town, Loki." She sighed, motioning them towards the truck. Loki hurried towards the vehicle, climbing into the back where he had been unceremoniously dumped the first time he had been in Lady Jane's car, still cradling Darcy in his lap, her skin growing cold to touch.
Jane ran to the truck, throwing open the door and turning the keys in the ignition as Thor climbed into the truck, slamming the door with a little too much force. Jane sped off in the direction of the hospital, hands shaking around the steering wheel. Thor glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, resting his hand on her knee to calm her. Her hands stilled slightly, but her unwavering glare trained on the road gave away her worry.
Loki sat stone still, wrapped protectively around Darcy who hadn't moved a muscle since she had blacked out. He refused to check her pulse, praying to his father, no matter what he thought of him, that she'd live.
"We're here." Jane called back to Loki. The dark haired god kicked the back door open and rushed Darcy inside. He screamed useless death threats at the doctors who carried her away before he had a chance to speak. Thor ran in behind his brother, hammer forgotten in the truck, and placed a firm, warning hand on Loki's shoulder. The God of Mischief's shoulder's slumped in defeat as he slid to the floor in the hallway he hadn't remembered following the doctors into. Thor dropped down beside him and pulled his hand back, glancing painfully at Jane who worked to blink back tears as she wrapped her arms around herself.
"She'll be ok." Thor told them both, booming voice reduced to a whisper surrounded by so much pain. His statement was met with heavy silence as Loki kept his eyes trained on the door she had disappeared through.
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