Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel...

Synopsis: You are cursed with the ability to feel others’ emotions through touch. During a battle you’re fighting with Loki, he touches you and it opens your eyes to who he is.

A/N: I’ll probably add more parts to this and make it a mini-fic, just because I love this concept so much. Our poor little God of Mischief isn’t evil, just misunderstood and dealing with a lot.

Warnings: implied smut, violence, blood

You spun around, your sword slicing through several golden-skinned men. You hadn’t learned what they were called, but damn were they relentless. Thor’s hammer flew towards your head, and you ducked while kicking a few men off of their feet.

“(Y/N), behind you!” You heard Steve’s voice call. In one swift movement you had turned, raised your palm and sent the creature flying backwards with a loud crack.

Around and around you went, stabbing and slicing your way through enemy after enemy. You used your magic when you could, but you weren’t strong enough yet to rely on it. You were yanking your sword out of the golden chest of one of the creatures when another one came up behind you. You had barely retrieved your weapon in time to block his blow, and his sword was getting worryingly close to your throat as you tried to hold him off.

With a groan, you realized that more were closing in on you. Where was everyone else? This was your first mission, shouldn’t they be here helping you? You reached behind you and sent daggers flying, hoping you had at least hit a few of the creatures. You couldn’t hold him off much longer, he was quickly overpowering you. With a significant whoosh, a sword whipped through your attacker and he fell to the ground, revealing a frowning Loki.

“There are too many!” You yelled, overwhelmed by the surge of creatures around you. “Where are the others?”

Loki scowled. He grabbed onto your arm, and you gasped as a flood of emotions filled you. You were so overcome that you didn’t realize he had transported the two of you elsewhere in the woods. Tears streamed down your face, and you felt a rippling ache stab at your heart. You heard yourself scream, felt the anger and the heartache coursing through your veins like a drug. You felt hatred, not only for others but for yourself.

Loki shouted something at you, but you couldn’t hear him. You had touched him, and his emotions were spreading through you like a raging fire. It was your curse, but never had you felt such heartbreak, such anger and resentment. You could usually block out the emotions if you concentrated, but this was too much. You had worn yourself out on the battlefield, and Loki was such a troubled man. You had always known that much, but you never imagined that he carried all of this around with him every day.

Slamming your fist into a tree, you cried out and hit it again and again. You couldn’t make yourself stop, and even when Loki forced your hands away, you struggled mercilessly. “What is wrong with you?!” He yelled over your screams, “They’re going to hear us!”

Digging your nails into your palm, you collapsed into his arms and tried to get a hold on yourself. How did he do it? How did he hold all of this inside? You were shocked when you felt him pull you close, his fingers dipping into your wild hair. You’d never seen him show affection for anyone, and his method of comforting was usually in spitting insults. You focused on the feeling of him holding you, and felt the overwhelming emotions begin to slip away.

“Oh my God, Loki,” you murmured, “I’m so sorry.” You gripped onto his battle coat, the feeling of his hand stroking your hair bringing you back to yourself.

Before he could respond, the sound of a rapidly approaching group of creatures filled your ears. “We have to run,” Loki said gravely. He suddenly released you, and you took off after him.

It didn’t take you long to tire, especially because learning to harness your power was exhausting. “Loki!” You called out, looking behind you to find the creatures not too far behind. “I can’t keep going!”

Honestly, you expected him to ignore you and keep running, but instead he appeared in front of you and formed two daggers out of thin air. “You’re an ugly bunch, aren’t you?” He said to the creatures with a smirk, then ran head first into the battle. You unsheathed your sword and followed after him, because you weren’t about to be indebted to the God of Mischief. Though you were weak, you were still able to cut through your attackers. You walked backwards, swinging your sword and decapitating three more. Your sword pierced the heart of a golden man, and you kicked him backwards so he slid off of your weapon.

Your back collided with Loki’s, and he almost looked surprised to see you in the battle. “I am no weakling,” You said through gritted teeth, watching in astonishment as Loki sent daggers flying in every direction, each one focused on a different enemy. You, however, were lucky if yours even scraped an enemy when you tried that move.

He raised his own dagger and struck a creature to your right, yanking it quickly back out of the body. You let out a sigh of relief when each one of them was gone, their blood staining the ground red and filling the air with the stench of death.

“Where are the others?” You asked again, exhaustion overcoming you. You went to lean against a tree, but your hand came back slicked in blood. Grimacing, you wiped it on your pants and just hoped you wouldn’t fall over.

“They went to find Stark’s ship and left me here to babysit you.” He spoke bitterly, but you knew now–you knew why he treated everyone so coldly. You put a hand on his arm, partly to steady yourself and partly to show him you cared.

“Loki,” you repeated, “I’m so sorry.” A single tear rolled down your cheek as you were flooded with his emotions again, this time much less intense than the last.

“You’re an empath,” Loki stated, as if he had just realized so. Everyone knew that you were learning to control your sorcery, but Loki must not have known about your empathy.

You nodded, leaning into him a little more. “It’s a curse, I hate it.” Your abilities had ruined so many of your relationships, both romantic and not.

Loki chuckled lowly,looping his arm through yours to support you while striding back towards the field where you had come from. “Not when you learn to control it.”

You grunted, rolling your eyes. “You sound like your brother.”

The look that crossed Loki’s face was pure disgust, like you had compared him to a roach. “How do you do it?” You blurted out, earning a confused look from the God of Mischief. “I mean, how do you hold it all in? I would be going absolutely crazy with all of that hurt and hate inside of me.”

He snorted. “You’re talking to the god who has been thrown in the dungeons more times than he can count. I don’t hold it in, I feed it into my magic. I let it drive me, push me.”

“I always thought you were just a jackass,” you confessed.

“And I always thought you to be a weak mortal.”

You looked up at him, taking a second to appreciate the way his hair moved with the breeze. He really was handsome, much more so than any other man you had met.

“And now?” You prompted.

“You may not be so terrible,” He said gruffly. “That doesn’t mean that I like you. You’re still a mortal.” You rolled your eyes, and Loki stopped in his tracks, stopping you with him. “Have your opinions of me changed at all, I wonder?”

Smiling mischievously, you shrugged. “No, not really.”

Loki huffed indignantly, turning to look the other way. Overcome with a sudden admiration, you braced your hands on his shoulders and lifted yourself up to press a kiss to his cheek. His head whipped back to look at you, his mouth hanging slightly open in bewilderment. Then, in one swift movement, he pushed you against the nearest tree and crashed his lips onto yours. You felt an admiration and confusion that you knew wasn’t yours, but more than anything else, you felt a burning desire tugging at you.

His hands gripped at your waist, and yours found their way into his soft hair. His tongue sneaked into your mouth, dominantly clashing with yours in a passionate dance. His hands crept under your shirt, and the feeling of his cool hands sent pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

“Brother!” A gruff voice called out from the field–Thor. He was looking for you, and by the sound of his footsteps, he was quickly approaching.

You pushed Loki away and straightened your clothes just in time for Thor to come striding towards you. “(Y/N)!” He said unsuspectingly, “Are you all right? We were worried when you and my brother disappeared.”

“I’m fine,” You assured him. He offered you his arm, but remembered your abilities and decided against it, knowing how exhausted you already were.

You felt Loki’s eyes on you the entire walk back to Tony’s ship, and when Thor wasn’t paying attention, Loki leaned in so that his lips were brushing against your ear.

“We’ll continue this later, pet.”

Part II

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