#she is such a severe and disagreeable woman. she is sharp tongued and witty and opinionated. she cares little for propriety or seeming

[loki-hargreeves]

Loki x Reader - You're Cellmates

Warnings: being imprisoned, angst, low-key sexual tension between Loki and the reader, vulgar language, implied smut, mentions of death, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 5,6K

Summary: Loki is imprisoned by his father, and so are you. You’re an Avenger, so you and Loki don’t get along too well after what happened in New York. As time passes, you learn to know each other better. There is an obvious tension between you two and soon enough, you do something about it. All seems relatively well until Loki gets the news of his mother’s death. You didn’t think you could ever see the god of mischief upset, but when you do, all you want to do is comfort him.

Author’s Note: This was requested by someone anonymously. I hope they see this :) Please enjoy! Xx

THIRD POV

Odin was definitely not the same king he was before, or perhaps he had always been an asshole. Y/N wasn’t sure whether it was the first or the latter, but she didn’t care. The old king pissed her off and completely pushed aside what mattered the most, the safety of the people. He ignored her when she tried to tell the king that throwing Loki in a cell - as tempting as it was - it was wrong. The god of mischief had valuable information that could lead Y/N and the other Avengers to the people who stood behind this all. Deep down, she was aware that Loki didn’t do what he did in New York all by himself.

But now that Loki had been thrown away in a cell, it was useless to get answers.

In a moment in which Y/N’s anger mixed with worry and even hatred, she had let go of the grip she had on her tongue and let Odin hear his honors – which hadn’t been so wise after all. After all, no one disrespected a king without consequences.

Long story short, Odin had decided that if she was so determined to crack Loki, she could gladly join him in the heavily guarded dungeons. Thor tried to stop his father from imprisoning Y/N, who had done nothing wrong, but even his word wasn’t heard.

That’s how Y/N ended up being marched down the long, dark halls of the prison to her cell which would be her home for a while. The most dangerous creatures from all around the galaxy were there, looking at her with curious eyes. Some of them looked unbothered as others seemed to enjoy the female company. Seeing the others made her stomach churn in disgust. It was so unfair that she had to be here among such horrible criminals! She knew that she could get out if needed, but for now, she didn’t want to risk it, so she played along.

Of course, Odin’s words had to be taken seriously. Instead of getting her own cell in the large prison, she was going to spend her time with Loki! It was almost comedic at that point. She was going to be locked away with the man she fought against. Great!

Truth be told, she was angry at him. She thought she had known the prince. After all, Y/N was Asgardian. But it turned out she didn’t know him as well as she thought. Because of what happened on Midgard, she wasn’t too excited to see him.

Loki heard the heavy footsteps approaching his cell so curiously, he took his eyes off his book and looked at whoever walked there. To see Y/N in the metal chains and cuffs was a surprise. The guards held onto her as if she was a genuine threat and judging by her expression, she looked beyond annoyed and enraged. Their eyes met and Loki smirked, possibly annoying the woman even further. As the guards stopped by Loki’s cell, his smirk was wiped off his face. He froze in shock as he watched them opening the cell magically. They uncuffed Y/N and pushed her forward so she could step inside the bright cell. The moment she was inside, they closed the barrier once more.

Just like that, they were trapped, together.

“Well, well, well, what did you do in order to end up here with me? Did you kill someone?” Loki teased her, trying to hide how surprised he was by making witty statements.

A bed appeared out of nowhere along with a few belongings to keep Y/N company. She didn’t have much. Silently, she sat down on her bed and took a deep breath. Either Loki would make her lose her mind or the awfully bright walls would. “None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. We’re not going to get rid of each other anytime soon, it seems. You might as well tell me now or I’ll find out eventually,” Loki tried to persuade her. He had a point. That bastard always found out everything one way or another.

As much as she hated it, she decided to tell him. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to him repeating his question either. “To say it shortly, your father is a piece of shit King and clearly, he can’t handle constructive criticism.”

A low chuckle left Loki’s rosy lips, “I can’t say I disagree with you, but I must correct you; he’s not my father.”

“Whatever you say, Loki.”

“But really, why did Odin send you here? There must be something more to it than criticism,” Loki pondered. Knowing that Odin stood behind this only made him even keener on getting answers.

Y/N lay on the bed, resting her head on the surprisingly soft pillow. She let her tense muscles relax as she closed her eyes. Perhaps she could pass time by meditating? “I told him that I wanted information from you and that imprisoning you was a big mistake. After he refused to listen to me, I might’ve called him out on a few things. The eye thing really got to the old man,” Y/N shrugged, pretending to be cool about it although deep inside she felt like she was losing it. 

She was Loki’s cellmate!

          A few days passed very slowly. The only time Y/N could get some privacy was when she used the bathroom which was magically hidden behind the bright white wall as if it led to another dimension. Otherwise, she would be in their shared cell, trying to come up with things to do to pass the time. For most of the time, Loki and Y/N ignored each other. Eventually, one of them would get so bored that they ended up speaking.

At first, it had been slightly awkward and annoying. Being unable to escape one another was taking a toll on their nerves, but when they found common ground, it wasn’t all that bad. Loki wasn’t as big of an asshole as Y/N thought he’d be. Sure, he was mean, but she believed he was putting up an act. Loki wanted to distance himself from others by building up his walls. She knew far too well what that was like, which was why she recognized that from his behavior.

Y/N had noticed that Loki would lie on his bed with his eyes closed, but he wasn’t sleeping. It was almost as if the god of mischief was daydreaming, which definitely made Y/N curious for once. After she had witnessed Loki like that several times now, she finally wanted to question him about it.

He was deep in thought, so he didn’t even flinch when Y/N walked over to the other side of the cell. It wasn’t until she sat down at the end of his bed that Loki opened his eyes and sighed. He seemed annoyed to be disturbed, but it wasn’t like he didn’t have all the time in the world to return to whatever he was doing after she was done talking to him.

“What are you doing?” Y/N asked him calmly. It amazed her how relaxed she was around him. Before Loki had fallen off the Bifrost, she had seen him in the halls of the palace. They never talked much and honestly, she always thought he liked to be mysterious. When they did talk, it had always been very polite. That all changed when Y/N, just like the other Avengers, stood against him in New York. Now they were locked away together, kept hidden from the rest of the nine realms and beyond.

“That is none of your business,” Loki told her sharply. Of course, he was moody. His mother had visited him, either in secret or not, Y/N didn’t know. She hadn’t heard their conversation, because of the magic barrier around them but when Loki was left alone, he was different. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the conversation they had was unpleasant which now resulted in a moody prince.

Unafraid of Loki’s presence, Y/N moved her legs up on the bed too, hugging her knees as she rested her eyes on Loki. She hated that she found him attractive. When she forgot about the fact that he was supposed to be her enemy, she did think that he was alright. Loki was smart, incredibly clever and his abilities were astonishing. So yes, she didn’t think that he was that bad. “I told you why I ended up here. Whatever you’re doing can’t be that bad.”

Loki rolled his jade eyes, trying to act like he didn’t care less about her when the truth was that he did. Y/N, despite joining his brother and his earthly friends, was different. She had the guts to stand up against Odin and Loki had to respect that. She had even heard her unleash her sharp tongue of Thor back in the old days. If it wasn’t for their current situation, he would’ve gladly tried to become friends with her. Now everything seemed so useless. Nothing had a purpose, not truly.

His silence was defeating. He wasn’t an easy egg to crack, but Y/N wasn’t someone who gave up easily either. Careful not to push his buttons, she tried again, “You know how it goes, Loki. If I show you mine, you show me yours,” Y/N tried to refer to the conversation they had when she arrived there. She didn’t intend to sound that dirty, but it was too late after the words had already left her mouth.

Did she seriously just say that?

Loki clenched his jaw as the naughty thoughts entered his head. It was impossible not to think of it like that, but Loki tried to avoid letting his thought slinger. The more he thought about her, the more he liked her. He hated that he cared for someone. Fuck. “You won’t give up, will you?” He finally said something. As their eyes met, he noticed how flustered she seemed. Behind her confident smirk, he noticed a shyer side of her. She probably hadn’t expected to sound so frisky either. It was undeniable that her words set fire to a new kind of energy in the cell, creating a tension that wasn’t there before.

“We have all the time in the world,” Y/N said again.

Loki knew she was right. He sat up on the bed and crossed his long legs, sitting in front of Y/N. It was almost silly how the two of them sat on the bed like children at a sleepover, whispering about some unimportant gossip. Only they weren’t children at a sleepover, they were prisoners among some of the deadliest and most dangerous criminals of the universe. They were fighting against each other not too long ago, but now they were in the same trouble. “What do you think I was doing?” Loki wanted to hear her thoughts.

“Daydreaming,” She said quickly without any hesitation. There was a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. Y/N wished that she was right. The thought of Loki escaping inside his own head was cute, as long as he didn’t go to dark places.

Loki was surprised at her guess. It wasn’t too far off from reality, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be honest with her. “You really think I would do that?”

“Why not? You’re probably trying to come up with an escape plan or something,” Y/N tried to say casually, but it sounded more light-hearted when she laughed softly.

Why was that so cute? Loki couldn’t comprehend why his mind was so tender when it came to her. He could see her good traits and the bad, yet he didn’t manage to hate her. Something about her was so welcoming which almost frightened him. Loki blamed his behavior on isolation. His mind was only playing tricks on him. It had to be that way. “Maybe you’re right,” Loki gave away eventually.

Her eyes lit up. Why was she so happy? Why was she even so interested in his business in the first place? Was the simply longing for company as well or did she actually care?

“Why do you care so much?” Loki asked her as bluntly as he could. He ended up sounding quite harsh, but he didn’t try to correct his tone.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “Gee, sorry for caring. You’ve just been sitting there all day, of course, I’m curious.”

“ 'Curiosity killed the cat',” Loki remembered an old rather foolish saying, but it was often true. Not that he listened to it. Loki was most certainly curious.

There was a certain look in Loki’s darkened eyes that made Y/N want to go closer to him. His entire presence was charming and threatening at the same time. He wasn’t the most boring cellmate she could’ve gotten. “It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Y/N admitted as she suddenly got up from his bed. Loki caught himself wishing she would’ve stayed. “It’s not like anyone’s going to attack me anytime soon, unless…” She took a dramatic little pause as she turned to face Loki, “…unless you plan on murdering me in my sleep.”

She said it with such ease, clearly not believing that Loki would do that to her. He liked that she wasn’t terrified of him. Or maybe he just liked her in general. Whatever it was, Loki felt damned. “You better sleep with one eye open,” Loki warned her and for the first time, he sounded calm. That was almost scarier than seeing him angry.

       Y/N’s words hadn’t been the wisest. Believing no one would attack them in such a heavily guarded prison was easy to do, but oh how wrong she had been. Loki and Y/N were minding their own business when all of a sudden it felt like the cell was shaking. It couldn’t have been an earthquake, but it was definitely powerful. Even the bright lights flickered as something seemed to disturb the electricity in the dungeons.

The two cellmates looked at each other wide-eyed, confirming that they both heard and felt that. Moments later, they heard people yelling out in pain, others cheering and a lot of heavy footsteps. The alarms went off and it seemed like that all hell broke loose in only a few seconds. It all came closer to them and fast. Worry began to bubble in Y/N’s chest as she stood up and looked outside their cell. She didn’t want any trouble. After all, she wasn’t even a criminal! Then again, a little prison rebellion could be fun. Unfortunately, something told her this was more than some prison rebellion…

“Loki, what’s going on?” Y/N wondered if he had any knowledge of this.

She hadn’t noticed that he had appeared right next to her. His steps were so silent, he could sneak around like an animal. It almost startled her. “How am I supposed to know?” Loki snapped. That sounded just like him.

The two of them finally noticed what was going on. Something or someone was letting the prisoners out of their cells. The guards struggled to keep them down and some bodies had begun to pile on the polished floors, both prisoners and guards. The sight was shocking, to say at least. Whatever attacked the Asgardian prison had to be dangerous. “That doesn’t look too good,” Y/N mumbled as the creatures neared their cell. All of a sudden, a large, horned beast with small, blue eyes walked straight to the barrier that was the only thing between them. Something about him was awfully familiar.

The creature looked at Y/N through narrowed eyes, then changing its gaze to Loki. Y/N watched from the side as Loki and the strange creature stared each other down. It was intense. The creature had let out every other prisoner, but he hesitated when it came to Loki for some reason. By now, Y/N’s heart was pounding in her chest. Would it attack them? What was it? What did it want?

When the creature huffed and eventually walked away, leaving them behind, Loki spoke up “You might want to take the stairs to the left!”

What was he doing?

And it appeared to acknowledge Loki’s advice. It glanced over its shoulder, looking at Loki once more. Loki’s words seemed to be appreciated as the creature continued to do whatever havoc it had on its mind.

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. “Okay, what the hell was that? What just happened!?”

“Clearly, some prisoners wanted to start a riot. It seems like we weren’t invited,” He replied so calmly which was astonishing. Someone just freed the most dangerous criminals from the safety of the dungeons, and they were headed outside! Then again, Loki didn’t seem to care too much about that. They were going to attack the very people who had turned their backs on him.

“For fuck’s sake!” Y/N growled and turned around, annoyed that she was stuck there when she should’ve been outside helping people. Yes, she didn’t like the throne, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t like to defend the people at least.

Loki hadn’t expected to see her this stressed over something like this. Why wasn’t she angry or happy that the prisoners caused a little mayhem? Asgard had turned their shoulder to her as well as Odin imprisoned her for no good reason. She had all the right to be angry at them and thrive as the prisoners caused a little trouble. “Don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll remember us next time around,” Loki tried to cheer her up.

She stared him dead in the eye, “Are you serious? What if they cause huge problems? What if the entire realm burns and we’re stuck here in this tiny, stupid cell!”

It became clear that she was overthinking things. Loki sighed as he tried to stay relaxed. He knew there was no use in getting worried or annoyed. After all, he had been thrown in a cell so whatever issues Asgard faced were no longer his to worry about. “Well, I’d say we make the most of it as we’re stuck here.”

That certainly made Y/N quiet. Loki smirked to top it all off. Did he imply something or was he just teasing her? It was beyond frustrating that she couldn’t tell. She wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. As wrong as it was, it did sound a little tempting to let out some steam by delving into pleasure. But with Loki? From a professional point of view, it would be so wrong, but everything else about it was so alluring. 

There was total chaos erupting outside their cell, but somehow all they could think about was each other and the undeniable sexual tension between then that had built up during the past few days.

“What do you have in mind, Loki?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, feeling courageous. Maybe he was right. Maybe all they could do now was to take advantage of the situation. No one would see them anyway.

Loki walked closer to her, never taking his eyes off her eyes. Somehow, he felt even more excited as there was chaos out there. A while ago, they fought against each other and now they were here, moments away from attacking each other with pleasure. It was mesmerizing how fast things could change.

It was almost as their minds connected, lingering on the same wavelength. Loki caressed Y/N’s cheek softly and eventually grabbed a handful of her hair so he could tilt her head. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling nervous, excited and a little rebellious as their lips collided. Her heart wasn’t beating hard from fear anymore but from lust. The kiss turned rough quite fast. They were both pent up with everything and it felt like this was the beginning of something that would ease their minds.

Loki picked her body up and moved towards her bed. Their lips parted when he threw her on the mattress, and he climbed on top of her body. “I’m surprised, Y/N. I didn’t think you had it in you,” Loki teased her a little bit as he grinded his body closer to hers, getting eager pretty fast. How could he not when a woman like her was underneath him and she wanted him too?

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” Y/N smirked. She knew there was no way she would push him away now, but it was fun to piss him off.

            Getting updates about what happened to Asgard was hard. After all, they were prisoned. After they let their guards down and ended up in bed with each other, the tension between them changed. Being one so intimately made them more comfortable around each other. It didn’t magically make them trust each other, but it was easier to accompany one another in the cell.

They followed the life outside their cell. Some of the prisoners were returned to their cells, some bodies were cleaned from the bloody floors. It was a mess for sure. What it had resulted in, they were yet to find out.

A few days passed and finally, someone seemed to come to visit them. Y/N and Loki had been on his bed as he showed her a page of the book he was reading. When they saw Fandral by the barrier, holding his helmet in his arms, they became worried. Fandral, who was usually quite cheerful and easygoing, looked exhausted and full of sorrow.

When he told Loki the news, it made sense why he looked like that.

Frigga was dead,

she was killed by the dark elves. Her funeral was already arranged, and they hadn’t let Loki attend it.

Just like that, Fandral said his condolences to his past friend, nodded to Y/N respectfully and walked away.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” Y/N said quietly, tears stinging her own eyes. Everyone loved Frigga. She was the polar opposite of Odin, a sweet and strong Queen. Even though Loki claimed that he didn’t care about his adoptive family, it was clear as daylight that he cared about his mother. Y/N was worried that this would be too much for him. She was genuinely worried about Loki.

Loki got up from the bed and he was eerily silent. Y/N stayed on it, afraid to get in his way. She just watched as Loki now faced her with his back. His breaths became heavier and his fingers curled into fists. Out of nowhere, some of the furniture were knocked across the floor, books and other belongings scattering everywhere. Loki’s magic hit the barrier which radiated a golden light.

He wasn’t only heartbroken over his loss; he was full of rage and disgusted that his so-called father hadn’t even let Loki say his final goodbye to Frigga. The least he deserved was to attend her funeral!

Then Loki remembered Odin’s exact words,

‘Frigga is the only reason you’re alive and you’ll never see her again.’

“I hate him!” Loki shrieked, his deep voice full of anger and spite. “It’s his fault! He should’ve never locked me away. That old beast couldn’t protect her!” Loki continued just as angrily, now turning around to face Y/N. Despite how angry the god was, he had tears forming in his jade eyes. The sight of him standing there broke Y/N’s heart. He looked so hurt. She couldn’t even begin to imagine what it felt like to be in his shoes now.

“Neither could Thor…they let her down,” He added more quietly this time and blinked away a tear. That’s when Y/N rose from his bed and tried to walk closer to him carefully as if she was trying to get close to a wild animal. His hurt was justified but also unpredicted.

“I’m so sorry, Loki. I truly am,” Y/N repeated herself, unsure of what to say. She had silent tears rolling down her face too, but she wasn’t nearly as hurt as Loki who felt like he had lost everything. The news of Frigga’s death made his world spin. It simply didn’t feel real, it was so unfair!

His last words to his mother echoed in his head and Loki felt sick. His gut twisted in a rotten way and he was so angry at himself. He had told her she wasn’t his mother, making her cry before she vanished from his sight forever. If only he had known it was the last time they would speak.

Loki remembered the creature by the barrier, who he knew now was named Kurse. Loki had told him to take the stairs to the left. Did he lead the beast to his mother? As much as he didn’t want to believe it, a part of his mind told him that it was all his fault. Guilt hit him like a tidal wave and just like that, he was the contrary of the careless god he pretended to be.

As tears ran down his angered expression, Loki backed away from Y/N, not wanting to hurt her as his rage rippled through his body. Magic was burning his fingertips, begging to be unleashed. He kicked the bedside table that was already knocked over by his magic so hard that it broke.

“Loki!” Y/N knew that he was hurt but destroying things wouldn’t help him. Carefully, she walked back to him, not caring if she got hurt as she ever so gently put her hand on his back. She could feel how fast his chest was rising and she could even feel his heartbeat. “Loki,” She said his name again, but she wasn’t sure what she could say. No words could possibly make him feel better now which she was perfectly aware of.

The tall god turned around, revealing his teary face. Moments later, Y/N wrapped her arms around him, and she pulled him into a loving hug. At first, Loki froze. He wasn’t sure how to react to her affection. But it felt good. He would never admit it, but her comfort was exactly what he needed. Loki clung onto her body and that’s when his demeanour betrayed him.

They eventually ended up sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall as Loki cried against Y/N’s shoulder. He was ashamed that he couldn’t keep himself together but glad that she didn’t judge him as she saw him at his weakest point.

Hearing such raw cries from Loki was something Y/N thought she would never hear. Hell, she hated that for a moment even she thought that he was incapable of feeling when the truth was that he might’ve cared the most. She held him a little tighter as her guilt ate her up alive. They had been so wrong about Loki.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” Y/N cooed gently after what felt like forever. By now, his cries had calmed down, but his tears were an endless stream. His usually bright eyes full of mischief were now dull and empty. He stared at the floor that was a mess by now, too tired to raise his gaze from it.

Loki’s head rested against Y/N’s chest and her hands were tracing patterns on his back and shoulders. He had to admit that he was glad he wasn’t alone now. If she wasn’t in there with him, he wasn’t sure what he would’ve done by now. “I can’t believe she’s gone.” Loki cleared his throat so he could find his voice. He sounded like a broken and beaten man. “My last words to her were so cruel. I told her that I didn’t consider her as my mother.”

Living with that would be hard for him. He could never take those words back, even if he wanted to and it killed him a little bit on the inside.

“I’m sure she knew you didn’t mean it. Frigga loved you so much, Loki,” Y/N tried to comfort him. It was true, after all. Frigga wasn’t secretive about the fact she loved her youngest son. The entirety of Asgard knew about their close bond. It was sweet.

“I wish I could’ve attended her funeral ceremony,” Loki mumbled quietly. “It would’ve been fair!” Out of all the cruel things his ‘father’ had done, this was the worst. Who kept their own son from attending their mother’s funeral? A monster, that is. Odin was a cruel, heartless monster and Loki had no compassion whatsoever left for that man. Not even an ounce.

Y/N hated Odin too and her hatred for him grew after the card he pulled. Something had changed in the old king and honestly, Y/N wished that karma would get to him eventually. Perhaps it had been true. Perhaps Odin had truly been a terrible father all along. It would explain a lot. “When we get out of here, we can hold a separate ceremony for her memory,” Y/N suggested after a while.

That made Loki look up at her. Did she really mean that? He couldn’t understand how anyone, let alone she would want to see him outside this prison cell and do something so considerate. “When we get out of here?” Loki repeated her words, almost cracking a smile at that.

“I’m sure we’ll get out of here one way or another,” Y/N said confidently.

“That would be honorable, Y/N,” Loki admitted. He liked her idea.

Almost as on cue, Thor out of all the Asgardians waltzed down the guarded corridors. Loki rolled his eyes from annoyance as he recognized his brother, but he didn’t get up. Loki had put up an illusion of himself so no one else could see him like this, with messy hair and tearstained cheeks. Whoever was outside their cell saw him well-groomed and fine. He made illusion Y/N sleep on her bed. They were perfectly hidden behind his magic.

Seeing Thor seemed to annoy Loki a lot. “damn,” the prince murmured quietly. That word was so alien from his mouth, but Y/N undrestood why he chose that now.

The two of them watched in silence as Loki’s illusion walked to up Thor, “Thor. After all this time and now you come to visit me. Why? Have you come to gloat? To mock?”

Thor seemed to be affected by his mother’s death too. He wasn’t as jolly as he used to be. In fact, there was a cold look on his face that Y/N hadn’t seen many times before. It was clear that Thor wasn’t in the mood for games nor did he seem to believe Loki was actually that fine.

“Loki enough, no more illusions.”

Despite how fool proof Loki’s illusions were, Thor wasn’t that dumb. Anyone who knew Loki would know that Frigga’s death would take a huge toll on him. Even Thor.

The god of mischief was too tired to keep up his illusions. He wanted to be done with whatever it was Thor was doing, so he lifted his magic, revealing himself and Y/N who was sitting on the floor with him. He sat up straight so Thor wouldn’t have to witness him snuggling against the woman who was supposed to be his enemy. Loki’s sad gaze was now mixed with anger. To say he was happy to see Thor would’ve been a lie.

“Now you see me, brother.”

Y/N didn’t want to say anything. This was clearly between them, so instead, she sat next to Loki and listened. Subconsciously, her hand still held onto Loki’s shoulder and her fingers traced tiny circles over his shirt.

Thor looked at the two of them through narrowed eyes and then he faced Y/N. The god of thunder had not expected to see them like this, so close to each other. They looked incredibly comfortable in each other’s presence. Thor's friend was now huddled up against his brother, which was definitely a sight to remember.

After a brief silence, Loki decided to speak up, “Did she suffer?”

His question made Y/N’s heart ache a little bit. Of course, Loki would want to know everything that happened. It was only natural.

“I did not come here to share our grief,” Thor started. Asshole, Y/N thought, but kept it to herself. “Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament,” Thor continued with a hint of mystery in his voice. Y/N and Loki were both curious to find out what Thor had in mind. For him to come to Loki must’ve meant it was serious.

“Go on,” Loki encouraged him and then looked at Y/N. They didn’t have to say a word to let each other know they were both interested to hear him out.

Thor felt uncomfortable, but it looked like he had no other choice but to do this. “I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you Vengeance and afterward, this cell. You too, Y/N. We could use all the help we can get,” Thor revealed his reasoning behind his visit.

We? So he wasn’t working on this all by himself, which made the case even more interesting than it was before.

Y/N was shocked to hear that. Was Thor, the golden prince, the goody-two-shoes prince going to commit treason? It was almost too good to be true. Y/N and Loki were both surprised and they both knew that the moment they got out of that cell; they would never return.

Yes, Loki was struck by grief, but this opportunity was like music to his ears. He couldn’t hold back a mocking smile as he spoke, “You must be truly desperate to come to me for help.” He found it ironic that the man who put him in this cell was now going to break him out of it. Seeing Thor so desperate was a little amusing, which Loki had to admit.

Turns out Y/N was right, they were getting out of that cell, much sooner than they had expected.

Author’s Note: I hope you liked it! Your feedback would mean the world to me 💚💚💚

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