We’ll Get Out of Here (2)

Description: (I feel like I should apologize for how long-awaited this sequel has been. Oops). A few months ago, you were kidnapped mid-battle from your friends The Guardians of the Galaxy. You never gave up hope that they would find you, but recently, prisoner in some strange lonely stretch of universe, you’ve been keen to give up.

Warnings: blood/gore, violence, fighting.

Word Count: 4,829

First Part

“Y/N!” Peter cried, sprinting so hard and fast that you could see the pain of his heart racing all over his face. He strained, reaching, screaming, grasping for you.

They pulled you back further still. They dropped you to the floor of their cold grey ship and the door began to close, Peter shooting the solid metal as you disappeared. You crawled forward, stretching, crawling, legs sore and tired.

“Peter...” You cried, banging your fist against the metal door as his shots rang out around you, echoing over the rumble of the engine.

You woke with a start, your eyes caked in dirt, sweat, and blood. Your jacket, a pillow beneath your head, was spread out beneath you now. Your hair rested in a matted bun atop your head, long and dirty. Your breathing was hard and labored, and your heart pained to be back in that dream, to see Peter again, to reach for him and maybe, just maybe, this time you would find his hand and he would pull you out. And then you could go back to Earth and stop waiting for the future to bring Earth back to you. You could live normal boring lives together in some desert or city, the events of the past far behind you.

“Oh-sixty-four, wake up,” a guard grunted, throwing some gross beige mush down next to you. “Rounds in thirty.”

The Aftermath [2]

Description: Loki has just fallen from the broken rainbow bridge after failing to take over Asgard. After discovering him cast away in the middle of nowhere on your home, Midgard, you decide it might be worth going on an adventure with the strange god. (Side note: hopefully, this series I’m starting will explore the time between Loki’s first disappearance and his capture / brainwashing under Thanos. I’m hoping to make this just a cheesy, old-fashioned fic).

Warnings: violence | angst | mental illness | blood/gore | swearing | fluff | spoilers

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Loki followed you as you made your way through your house and up to your bathroom on the second floor.

“I don’t usually let strangers use my shower,” you said.

“Well we aren’t really strangers anymore, are we?” His voice was low and childish. The gentle orange light of your bathroom fell over his cheekbones and darkened his eyes. He sighed.

“This is weird for both of us,” you said eventually, handing him a towel. “Just get clean, and then maybe we can find somebody who can help you better than I can.”

So um

The text in the first chapter of The Aftermath just randomly deleted from my phone. i can’t fix it without my computer right now :(

The Aftermath [1]

Description: Loki has just fallen from the broken rainbow bridge after failing to take over Asgard. After discovering him cast away in the middle of nowhere on your home, Midgard, you decide it might be worth going on an adventure with the strange god. (Side note: hopefully, this series I’m starting will explore the time between Loki’s first disappearance and his capture / brainwashing under Thanos. I’m hoping to make this just a cheesy, old-fashioned fic).

Warnings: violence | angst | mental illness | blood/gore | swearing | fluff | spoilers

Loki fell from the heavens and landed no where particularly important. He hadn’t hoped to die, but he had hoped to cause pain. Pain on his family so that maybe they’d understand, pain on himself for being naive and for being a Frost Giant. He heard Thor crying for him as he fell into the darkness of space, and for an instant he thought maybe he actually loved him like a brother should. Despite all the games they played as children, despite the cold stretch of Thor’s mighty shadow clasping Mjolnir, Loki decided as he fell that maybe he would try and live if only for the nostalgic memories of his brother.