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  Miles away, heart’s aligned 

Hey guys, i wrote my own story that i wrote by myself. please read it id love the help..<3

Chapter 1 : the reawakening 

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Everyday is a nightmare for everyone, maybe not everyone but for those people who barely is holding for their own life. Hey my name is Elara well Elara Rose but other just likes to call me Rose or Elara. I live in a big house, not a big house as like the others. Just a normal one. Dont think im rich right away… i know what your thinking… but anyways. Life isnt really easy like those drama’s that we watch in the tv or computer. Life is about unfolding and discovering more to it. Thats how I discovered more about my “Useless life” turned into the more extraordinary that I once wanted to become..

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“What the” was the first thing that came into my mind when i saw someone float in the sky and i thought that maybe i could do that too.. Oh what a horrible idea.. I tried to float in the second floor of my house, and fell down right in my face. Now thankfully the house was small yet big. Isnt it magical!! ( Pretendin that im not hurt from the fall ) 

“ELARA ROSE!” oh crap.. I stood up on my feet and faced the person behind me which i knew well.. 

“ well hellooo there mother….”  trying to hide the fact that i accidentally fell down on the second floor. I know thats a bit stupid but what can I do in that situation? Can you really blame a girl for trying?

“Ela we talked about this a million times to never do stupid stuff when your alone..”

She sighed as she spoke to me.

Let me introduce to you, my one and only mother.. Supportive yet scary. Her name is Lyra Rose.  unfortunately my dad.. Well i never seen my dad ever in my life. I dont even know what i would feel if i actually meet him. Is it anger or is it sadness?...

“Earth to the floor.. ELARA ROSE. are you with me? Do you know that you are going to be very late for your first day at school?”

I snapped out of my thoughts after i heard my own mother tell me im going to be late.

“SORRY MOM”

She glared at me and put a hand on my shoulder “Ela .. please do me a favour, please dont get in trouble.. I cannot afford to put you in another school. The  money is tight and this is the only time and your last ever school to attend..” as she hugged me and kissed my head

She had a point. I need to start doing better.. I feel sorry for my own mother. After all i havent really repaid all those times where she has to pull off work just to come to my school from every trouble i keep making..

“Mother, rest assured . i promise to do better than before. Im sorry i keep worrying you-”

As i was about to finish, she cuts me off .

“Ela remember, that you are perfect.  You dont need powers to fit in like others..now go, i have some work to do. And remember-”

Sighed.. “Yes Mother i know that. I must go now farewell mother.” 

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As i walked to my school. Thoughts would not stop coming to my head.

“How does it feel to have powers?” “what if i had powers”...

As i was walking, i noticed the time on my wrist. 

“OH SHOOT” i panicked, walking faster. Not wanting to be late for my first day at school.

And there you are. I looked up and smiled.

“  Caer Thaloré : school of powers “

Great.. Now i have to stay alone, because im pretty sure no one would like to be friends with a girl, who barely has nothing other than being a overthinker..

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As Elara Walked to the school gate, the wind whispered with magic. She feels a powerful being in the school. But she dare not question it. After all she is only human.

She looked around and noticed the other’s floating and another girl talking to animals.

Oh poor Elara wished to have those powers..

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“How unfortunate.. I wish i i had power’s like the others..” as she was about to step inside the school. A  magic stopped her saying “ new students please wait outside, we will tour you around just a minute” 

SIGH… great now i have to wait alone..

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Elara noticed a bench, not too far from the place where she is supposed to be waiting at. 

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“Ah yes, this would do.” i sat down and took my pencil and my notebook out of my backpack

I began to write as much as i can…

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“ dear Diary,

I just got to school, and i wish to already go home.. I do not wish to be here. I fear that i do not belong here with this people.. Or whatever they are. ………………

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RING RING 

“Oh shoot the bell..” 

“LINE UP STUDENTS.. I DO NOT WISH TO REPEAT IT.” 

Oh dear.. I thought my day would be better.. I guess not.. I tried to walk away from school. But goodness i was not lucky.

“Young lady.. Where in the realms, do you think are you going?!” 

“Great” i whispered thinking nobody would hear me..

“ Great what exactly lady? Do you really think i cannot hear the thoughts coming out of your mumbling? “

Oh my goodness.. I was about to cry…

“STATE your NAME and i will bring you to your class after i tell you the rules in my school.” 

I gulped, feeling scared. “Um.. my name is Elara..”

She stared at me, not surprised just amused.

“Well, isnt it you mortal? We have been waiting for you.”

OH god.. She knows me?! ..

“Yes maam. It is me Elara Rose..”

Of course i can hear the whispering around me, some were rude but some were nice. Either way i did not pay attention.

Gasped around, can be heard. “Wait thats her??”

“A mortal in our school?! No way..”

“She looks really nice tho..

“QUIET.”

All students suddenly stopped talking and looked up to the Women.

“As you are student’s in this school. I do not wish to see any drama in this school. You are a student act like one. Learn like one. And most of all. I DO NOT want anyone to be in trouble.

Or your parent’s will be called.” 

Oh no.. i really should not get in trouble.. I do not wish for my mother to be called to go, and speak to this scary women.

She glared at me.

“Miss Elara, do you understand too?” she says it nicely, with a bit of rudeness in her tone

“Yes maam..i do understand.”

“Good. now for the rules, there is alot of them which is why your teacher’s will be telling you them, once you are inside in the classroom. Before anything, I DO have 1 other rule that I WISH, for every student to follow.”

She opened her hands and summoned a book thats floating. And started to write in the air.

“Wishing i did not have to remind you this. But NO FORBIDDEN SPELL. Disobeying this rule will lead to suspension and will never get back to this school.” 

Everyone looked disappointed..

Well, i looked normal because why should i care when im only human? Casting spell, using magic thats too crazy to believe..

“Now student’s, take this paper i will give you, and read it carefully. In that paper, you will see which class, your going to be in. now excuse me.”

I looked around

“Which pape-”

Out of nowhere a paper is in my hands?! WHATT.. This is amazing.

Ahem.. anyways i need to focus and go to my class or i will get in trouble.

Now lets see..

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🧚‍♀️ Academy of Caer Thaloré – Student Schedule

Name: Elara Rose Year: 1st Year 

 Doorm: To be decided. Special Designation: iN TRAINING

📅 Weekly Schedule

Time

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

8:00 AM

Elemental Control I 🌊🔥

Mythical Creatures 🐉

Elemental Control I

Gemstone Lore 💎

Battle Arts: Defense ⚔️

10:00 AM

Magical Theory 🧠

Arcane Healing 🌿

Combat Simulation 🔥

Enchantments ✨

Magical Ethics 🧭

12:00 PM

LUNCH 🍞🧃

LUNCH

LUNCH

LUNCH

LUNCH

1:00 PM

Celestial Studies 🌌

Forbidden History 📜

Astral Projection 💫

Sword & Spirit 🗡️👼

Stealth & Strategy 🕶️

3:00 PM

Flight Mastery 🕊️

Meditation & Focus 🧘

Gemstone Application 🪄

Free Study 🔮

Trials of Will 🖤

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“ What in the..”

Sigh.. now im actually stressed out,

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Elara head to  her first period “Elemental Control I “

She expected it to be calm. But as entered the classroom..

Which she called small..

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“This might be the room.. It so small how can it fit 15 student-”

HOLY MOLY.. i gasped because i saw how big it is..

Oh my.. 

“Ah yes, you must be elara rose “

I waved and introduce myself.

“Well hello.. My name is Elara Rose. i am a mortal and has no power’s like you guys do. Please be nice to me.”

“Thank you Elara please sit at your assigned sit with your name on it” she smiled at me.

Oh wow.. But whispers are around, surprised or angry?

Ah.. this  might be my life now.

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Ends of chapter 1.

To be continued.

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The Mortal the Cosmos Stole

Part 8 of "I wish i was her"

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Ash still lingered in the air, curling like ghosts over the scorched ground. The remnants of the battle glowed faintly fragments of broken spells and scorched runes fading into the wind.

Thor stood nearby, silent, watching his brother.

Doctor Strange had retreated a few feet back, exhausted, fingers twitching with residual power. His cloak wrapped around him protectively, its folds curling like it was nervous.

But Loki hadn’t moved.

He stood where the Celestials disappeared, eyes locked on the spot where the vision of you had flickered, for the briefest, cruelest moment. His shoulders rose and fell in slow, ragged breaths.

His fists bled from clenching so tightly.

You were gone.

And not just missing hidden. Cloaked beyond all detection. Not even his seiðr, with all its cunning and chaos, could reach you now.

"Brother," Thor said softly, approaching like one might a wild animal. "We will find her. You have my word."

Loki’s jaw clenched. “Your word is nothing.”

Thor flinched.

"You saw what they did," Loki went on, his voice a low, haunted whisper. "They didn’t take her to kill her. They took her to erase her."

Strange stepped forward. "Then we don’t give them the chance. I’ll search the Sanctum’s deepest archives—dimensional folds, forbidden magic, cosmic threads. Something must have left a trace."

Loki didn’t respond. He turned slowly, looking toward the horizon empty, dull, and gray.

“She’s not just gone,” he said. “She’s nowhere.”

..

The world you were in pulsed like a heartbeat slow, ancient, and distant.

You floated in a realm of shimmering gold, threads of starlight tangled around you, holding you in place.

You couldn’t speak.

You couldn’t cry.

You could only feel.

Loki’s magic, like a breeze on your skin. His anger. His fear. His grief.

You reached for it, but the threads pulled tighter.

And in your chest, you whispered the last thing you remembered: “Goodbye…”

....

Loki returned to his chambers but did not sleep. He stood in front of a mirror that refused to show his reflection.

Instead, it showed the last memory F.R.I.D.A.Y. managed to save the image of you, bleeding, weak, voice trembling as you whispered into the comms:

"Mission accomplished, sir… Goodbye."

Then the final footage: you in the dark, broken but singing softly to yourself.

"I'm in a getaway car… I left you in a motel bar… Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys… That was the last time you ever saw me..."

Loki struck the mirror. It shattered. Magic splintered across the room.

...

He stopped attending missions.

He stopped speaking.

Not to Thor. Not to anyone.

He didn’t eat. He didn’t sleep.

He sat in the corner of the palace library, pouring through ancient books, forbidden scrolls, rituals not meant to be touched even by gods.

Thor found him once, surrounded by pages of forgotten magic, eyes sunken and hands ink-stained.

"Brother… this isn't you."

Loki looked up, and for a moment, Thor wasn’t sure it was him.

"This is me," Loki said. “Without her.”

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Somewhere far from time and space, the Celestials gathered again.

"She resists," one said. "The mortal should have broken by now."

“She is still connected to the Trickster,” another murmured. “Even apart, their fates thread together.”

“Then sever the thread.”

But something someone stopped them.

Another Celestial, cloaked in a dying star’s glow, stepped forward.

“No,” it said. “Let it play out. The God of Mischief will either burn the realms… or reveal the truth of her soul.”

And with a flick of its hand, the realm around you shifted againharsher. Colder.

More testing.

That night, the wind howled across Asgard.

And in a hidden corner of the palace, Loki stood alone, hands trembling over a spell he had never dared attempt before one that would cost him everything, if it meant finding you.

One final whisper escaped his lips:

“Wherever you are… don’t let go.”

And he cast it.

Reality shuddered.

A pulse surged through the realms.

And far away, in the golden void, you felt your fingers twitch..

and you knew he was looking for you.

you knew he was never going to let you go.

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"Wrath of the God's"

Part 7 of " i wish i was her "

⚠ Warning! ⚠ Heavy Angst! and fights, includes heartbreak. and mentioned of blood.

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The Battlefield of Gods and Monsters

The sky split open.

Magic crackled in the air, colliding like a storm of clashing stars. The fabric of reality itself trembled beneath the sheer power unleashed upon it.

Loki stood at the center of it all, his emerald magic twisting violently in the air around him, his breath heaving with rage. His fingers trembled not from fear, but from the sheer force of the power surging through him.

And yet you were nowhere to be found.

"You dare.." Loki’s voice was a snarl, venom dripping from every syllable. “You dare take what is mine?”

Across from him, a being of light and shadow hovered above the battlefield. A Celestial, faceless yet all-knowing, its form shifting between solid and ethereal, neither truly there nor absent. It regarded Loki as one might regard an insect curious, but insignificant.

“The mortal was never yours to claim,” the Celestial said, its voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere at once. “She was an anomaly. A disruption. We are merely correcting fate.”

Loki’s hands curled into fists. “Give her back.”

“She no longer exists in a place where you can reach her.”

A deadly silence.

Loki’s chest rose and fell, his magic spiking wild, unstable.

Thor stepped forward, Mjolnir humming with power. “Enough riddles. Where is she?”

Strange’s cloak billowed as he lifted his hands, golden runes spinning at his fingertips. “Loki, if they’ve hidden her beyond our sight, we need to be smart about this.”

But Loki was beyond reason. He had seen your last moments your broken voice over the comms, the way your blood stained your suit, your eyes full of unshed tears as you sang through the pain.

"I'm in a getaway car… I left you in a motel bar… Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys... That was the last time you ever saw me."

The sound haunted him.

It played over and over in his head, a slow torment that carved into him like a dagger twisting in his ribs.

And now, the Celestials had the audacity to stand before him and tell him that you were gone?

He would burn the stars for this.

With a snarl, Loki lunged.

Loki’s magic struck first violent, unrelenting. A surge of emerald light erupted from his hands, colliding with the Celestial’s form.

The sheer force sent shockwaves rippling through the air, the earth cracking beneath them.

But the Celestial did not fall.

Instead, it raised a single hand, absorbing Loki’s attack as if it were nothing more than a breeze.

A pulse of blinding energy burst outward.

Loki barely had time to react before the force sent him hurtling backward, slamming into the ruins of what once stood as a sacred temple.

"Loki!" Thor roared, throwing Mjolnir with all his might. The hammer spun through the air, striking the Celestial’s shield with a deafening boom but it barely cracked.

Strange flicked his hands, golden runes expanding in the air around him. "Loki, pull yourself together! If we don’t.."

But Loki was already back on his feet.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his glare burning.

His body ached, but he felt nothing.

Pain was meaningless.

Not when you were gone.

With a flick of his wrist, daggers of pure magic materialized at his sides. His lips curled into a snarl, his voice low and dangerous.

“I will tear through every plane of existence if I must,” Loki growled, stepping forward. “There is nowhere you can hide her that I will not find.”

The Celestial tilted its head, as if unimpressed.

"You misunderstand, God of Mischief. This is not a battle you can win."

Loki smirked, but there was no amusement in it.

"Then you understand nothing about me."

You floated.

Or perhaps you drifted.

Time had lost all meaning.

You weren’t in pain anymore.

But you weren’t at peace either.

You were simply… existing.

Somewhere.

The Celestials had taken you beyond the reaches of gods and men, hiding you in a place where no one not even Loki could find you.

You were suspended in a golden haze, like a dream that wasn’t meant to be woken from.

But somewhere deep inside, you felt him.

His anger. His desperation.

His rage.

And you realized he was looking for you.

Would he find you in time?

Or would you fade away before he could?

..

Magic exploded in the air.

The ground was nothing but rubble now, the skies choked with swirling energy.

Thor was panting, his body battered. Strange was holding a spell, barely keeping a portal open, his hands shaking from the strain.

But Loki

Loki was losing himself.

His eyes were a storm of emerald fury, his magic pulsing so violently that even Strange hesitated.

“Loki..stop-”

But Loki couldn’t stop.

Not now.

Not when you were still gone.

With a guttural roar, Loki unleashed everything he had.

The sky turned black.

The very air rippled, reality bending under the force of his magic.

The Celestial’s form flickered.

For the first time, it hesitated.

Loki’s magic tore through space itself, creating fractures rifts.

And through one of them

He saw you.

His breath caught.

You were floating, barely conscious, your body suspended in golden light.

You were right there.

But before he could reach you

The Celestial snapped its fingers.

And the vision vanished.

Loki’s heart stopped.

No.

NO.

With a snarl of pure rage, he threw himself forward, but before he could reach them

The Celestial spoke one final time.

"This was never meant to be."

And with that..

They vanished.

With you.

..

The battlefield was quiet now.

Loki stood frozen, his hands trembling.

His chest heaved, but no breath felt deep enough.

You were gone.

Again.

Thor stepped forward, but Loki didn’t move.

Strange ran a hand down his face. "We’ll find her, Loki. We will."

But Loki didn’t answer.

Because for the first time in centuries

He was truly afraid.

What if this time, he never found you?

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The Mischief of Loki and His Little Guardian

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Loki had never been one to receive gifts that were particularly… charming. As the adopted son of Odin, the God of Mischief, he was accustomed to powerful artifacts, enchanted weapons, and treasures of unimaginable worth. So, when his mother, Frigga, presented him with a small, delicate box wrapped in intricate gold and silver paper, he wasn’t sure what to expect.

She smiled at him knowingly as she handed him the gift. “A little something to mark the occasion,” she said softly.

He raised an eyebrow, curious, but with no hint of excitement in his posture. He was not a fan of sentimentality, and birthdays had never been his favorite.

Opening the box slowly, he paused. Inside was a tiny, glowing figure that looked like nothing more than a flicker of light, suspended in the air by shimmering, gossamer wings. His heart skipped a beat as the fairy no bigger than his hand flitted nervously around the edges of the box.

Loki’s expression shifted from confusion to incredulity. “What in the Nine Realms...?” His voice trailed off, the delicate creature darting around inside her confines as though trying to escape.

Frigga chuckled softly, watching the fairy’s anxious movements with affection. “Her kind has been lost for centuries, thought to be extinct. But I’ve found her, Loki. I believe she’s meant to be with you.”

He frowned, glancing between his mother and the tiny glowing creature. “A fairy? You expect me to… care for it?”

Frigga smiled warmly, her eyes soft with understanding. “She’s not a pet, Loki. She’s a guardian, a being of magic, and perhaps... you’ll find more to her than you think. You could learn from her.”

The fairy hovered nervously, her tiny body trembling as she looked up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Loki’s gaze softened, a flicker of recognition crossing his mind. It wasn’t fear he saw in her, but rather the very thing he’d known far too well throughout his life being out of place, unwelcome, and misunderstood.

For a moment, his usual bravado faltered, and he sighed. “Fine,” he muttered. “I shall… care for her.”

He closed the box gently, his hands wrapping around it with surprising care, as though it contained something fragile. Something important.

The next few days were an exercise in patience, one that Loki was not accustomed to. The fairy, despite her delicate beauty, seemed to want nothing to do with him. She flitted away from his touch whenever he tried to approach, retreating to corners of the room or behind objects whenever he drew near. It became clear she was frightened frightened of him, of his magic, of everything that was him.

Loki huffed in frustration, pacing his chambers. “I’ve dealt with mortals who feared me, but this?” He gestured to the corner where the fairy now hid behind a vase. “It’s like trying to tame a bird that doesn’t even want to fly.”

At the sound of his voice, the fairy flitted further back, her wings making a soft, almost mournful sound.

Loki paused, his mind racing. He had no experience with such creatures, and though he was master of many forms of magic, he knew little about the subtleties of coaxing a fairy into trust.

An idea formed in his mind.

That evening, Loki returned to his chambers with a small bowl of honey and a plate of tiny fruits, their sweet fragrance filling the air. He set them down carefully on the table, then stood back, watching the fairy warily from the corner of his eye.

For a long moment, nothing happened. The fairy continued to hover in place, her tiny form shimmering against the dim light of his room. Loki sighed softly and muttered a spell under his breath. The honey shimmered with magic, a soft golden glow spreading across the surface. He made sure to keep his distance, his hands raised slightly in a gesture of peace.

“I am no threat,” he said softly, his voice gentle but carrying the weight of his usual commanding presence. “I will not hurt you.”

The fairy tilted her head, the soft glow of her wings pulsing in the dim light. Slowly, she floated toward the table, cautiously landing on the edge of the plate. She glanced up at him again, her eyes filled with suspicion, but the sweetness of the fruits and the warmth of the honey must have drawn her in. Hesitant at first, she dipped her tiny hand into the honey, savoring the sweetness.<33

Loki watched her, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s it, little one. You have nothing to fear from me.”

It was a small moment, one full of quiet understanding. The fairy, still wary, began to trust him, albeit in her own time.

Days passed, and with each one, the fairy began to grow more comfortable around Loki. It wasn’t much at first just small things, like her allowing him to sit closer without darting away in fear, or allowing him to watch her magic without trembling. Loki marveled at the delicate nature of her abilities. He was accustomed to grandeur and strength, but her magic was subtle, quiet, and filled with a gentle beauty he had never truly appreciated until now.

They began to share more moments together Loki lounging lazily on his throne while she flitted around him, occasionally whispering in his ear or teasing him with little pranks. It didn’t take long before the pair began to work together, combining their talents in ways that amused and astonished the residents of Asgard.

Loki had never found such joy in mischief until the fairy became his partner.

One evening, the two of them stood just outside Thor’s chambers, a mischievous glint in Loki’s eyes. The fairy hovered beside him, her tiny hands clapping in excitement as they prepared to execute their latest prank.

“We’ve filled his boots with acorns,” Loki murmured, his voice low with amusement. “But I think we should take it a step further. His pillow think we can fill it without him noticing?”

The fairy fluttered her wings, nodding eagerly. She darted into Thor’s room, her tiny figure disappearing inside. A few moments later, she reappeared, a triumphant expression on her face.

Loki’s grin widened. “Excellent.”

They made quick work of it, stuffing Thor’s pillow with as many acorns as they could fit. When they were done, Loki, with a flick of his fingers, conjured a soft illusion of sleep over Thor, ensuring he wouldn’t wake up until the prank had been discovered.

The next morning, when Thor woke and fluffed his pillow, the acorns scattered everywhere, tumbling to the floor with a series of loud, unmistakable clinks.

Loki and the fairy exchanged looks, both of them holding in their laughter as Thor’s confused expression filled the hallway.

Loki raised an eyebrow, pretending to look innocent. “I’m certain I have no idea what’s going on here.”

The fairy giggled, a sound so pure and light it made Loki’s heart flutter he would never admit it, but her joy made his own heart a little lighter.

As the days passed, Loki and his little guardian his tiny, mischievous companion became inseparable. They spent hours together, scheming pranks, plotting jokes, and reveling in each other’s company. The once-distant Loki had found something in the fairy that softened him, something he hadn’t realized he needed until now.

A true partner in mischief. A companion, no less powerful than any god.

Their bond grew stronger with every passing day. They were unlikely friends, the God of Mischief and a tiny fairy, but in their playful moments, in their pranks and laughter, Loki found something more than just magic. He found a friend, a guardian in her own right, and, perhaps, someone who would always be by his side.

And for Loki, that was enough.

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Lost in the dark.

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Part 6 of "I wish i was her "

“Gone?”

The word barely left Loki’s lips before his entire body trembled with rage.

Thor and the Avengers stood frozen at the site of the mission, scanning the wreckage, but it didn’t matter. Loki could feel it in his bones whoever had taken you had used magic. And powerful magic at that.

Loki’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms so hard they nearly drew blood. His breath was sharp, unsteady.

“She was here,” Thor murmured, examining the bloodstained ground. “Moments ago.”

“Then where is she now?” Loki snapped, his voice shaking with fury. His emerald eyes burned, his magic flaring wildly around him.

Tony exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “Friday, give me something.”

“I regret to inform you that her signal is completely gone, sir,” Friday responded. “I am unable to detect any known coordinates.”

“She didn’t just vanish!” Loki roared, his voice echoing through the destruction. “Someone took her!”

The realization settled over everyone like a heavy storm.

Who had taken you? And why?

“I will rip the realms apart to find her,” Loki hissed. His fingers twitched, his entire body trembling with unbridled fury.

He had not realized it until now until the moment you were truly lost. Until the moment your last words had played over and over in his mind like a haunting melody.

"That was the last time you ever saw me..."

No.

It wouldn’t be.

Loki had lost too much already. He would not lose you too.

Without another word, he turned on his heel, his magic swelling, and he vanished into thin air.

The others barely had time to react before Thor muttered a curse. “He’s going to do something reckless.”

“No kidding,” Tony muttered, running a hand down his face. “We better move fast.”

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The darkness was suffocating.

You didn’t know where you were, but the air was thick with magic something ancient, something cold. You could feel it pressing against your skin, wrapping around your broken body like invisible chains.

Your head lolled to the side as you tried to focus, but the pain was unbearable. You had lost too much blood.

Your fingers twitched weakly, grasping at the empty air.

Where am I…?

You barely registered the sound of footsteps slow, deliberate.

“You should not be awake,” a voice murmured.

You flinched at the sound. The voice was unfamiliar, distant. You tried to turn your head, but your body refused to obey.

The figure leaned down, their presence looming over you like a shadow. “Hush now, mortal. Rest while you still can.”

Something sharp pierced your skin, and before you could react, everything faded into nothingness once more.

Loki appeared in the heart of the Sanctum Sanctorum, his presence crashing into the ancient halls like a storm.

“Strange,” he barked, his eyes glowing with fury.

Doctor Stephen Strange lifted a brow, barely glancing up from his spellbook. “I assume this is urgent.”

Loki slammed a hand onto the table, rattling the objects around them. “She is gone.”

Strange’s expression barely shifted. “Who?”

Loki gritted his teeth, his magic crackling violently. “The mortal.”

Strange exhaled through his nose, closing the book in front of him. “I assume you mean your mortal.”

Loki’s jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

Strange studied him for a moment before sighing. “Tell me everything.”

Loki relayed the events with an urgency he had never felt before. The mission. The blood. The final transmission. The fact that you had been stolen right from under them.

Strange’s brows furrowed slightly. “Magic, you say?”

Loki’s fingers twitched. “Powerful. Ancient.”

Strange hummed, walking toward one of the many relics in his possession. “That narrows it down, but not enough.”

Loki’s patience was razor-thin. “Then do something useful and find her.”

Strange glanced at him, his expression unreadable. Then, with a flick of his wrist, golden runes filled the space between them. The air shimmered, reality bending beneath Strange’s magic as he tried to trace the energy.

Loki watched, his heartbeat hammering against his ribs.

The runes shifted, forming patterns that pulsed with an eerie glow. Then suddenly they shattered.

Loki’s stomach dropped.

Strange’s expression darkened. “That’s…not good.”

Loki’s blood ran cold. “What?”

Strange turned to face him, his gaze sharp. “She’s somewhere beyond my reach.”

Loki’s hands trembled as his nails dug into his palms. “Try again.”

Strange hesitated. “Loki, if I can’t reach her, it means..”

“Try again,” Loki growled, his magic flaring violently.

Strange sighed, rubbing his temples. “Alright. But if she’s been taken by what I think she has… you won’t like the answer.”

Loki already knew he wouldn’t.

Because he could feel it now.

You were slipping further and further away.

And if he didn’t find you soon, he might never get you back..

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You drifted in and out of consciousness again., your body cold, your mind hazy. The pain had dulled to a numb ache, but something felt wrong.

The air around you pulsed with magic foreign, suffocating. It slithered around your limbs like chains, pressing down on you, keeping you weak.

You could barely open your eyes, but when you did, you saw nothing but dim, flickering light. Stone walls. Heavy shadows dancing along the floor.

A voice echoed from somewhere in the darkness.

“She’s awake.”

Another voice, sharper. “Not for long.”

A hand grasped your chin, forcing your head up. Your vision blurred, but you could just make out the figure before you tall, cloaked, eyes gleaming with something unreadable.

“You caused quite a stir, little mortal.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out. Your throat was too dry, your body too weak.

The figure tsked. “A fragile thing, yet the God of Lies is tearing through realms to find you.”

Loki.

Your heart clenched at the thought of him. Was he really looking for you? Or were you just another mission to him another duty to fulfill before he moved on, untouched and unbothered?

You swallowed hard, trying to fight the dizziness. “What… do you want?”

The figure chuckled. “Oh, it’s not about what I want. It’s about what he will do.”

A sharp pain spread through your chest as the magic constricted around you. You gasped, vision swimming.

“Let’s see how far your dear prince will go to save you.”

And with that, the darkness swallowed you whole again.

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The Sanctum shook as Loki’s magic flared, slamming into the walls. Strange barely managed to reinforce the barriers in time, his hands glowing with golden energy.

“Loki, control yourself,” he snapped.

Loki was breathing heavily, his fingers twitching, barely restraining himself from tearing apart everything in his path. His jaw clenched, his eyes burning.

“She is dying somewhere,” he seethed. “And you are wasting time.”

“I’m not wasting time,” Strange said coolly. “I’m trying to keep you from shattering the multiverse out of sheer rage.”

Thor stepped forward, placing a heavy hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Brother,” he said, voice firm but laced with concern, “we will find her.”

Loki didn’t respond. His mind was consumed with the memory of your last words.

"Mission accomplished, sir. Goodbye."

A farewell. A finality that made his stomach churn. He had thought no, he had believed that mortals were fleeting, insignificant. But you? You had buried yourself under his skin, settled into the cracks of his guarded heart before he even realized it.

And now, you were slipping through his fingers.

Strange exhaled sharply. “I traced remnants of the energy that took her,” he finally said. “It’s old magic. Not Asgardian. Not even human.”

Loki’s eyes snapped to him. “Then what?”

Strange hesitated. “Something holy.”

The room fell silent.

Thor’s expression darkened. “You mean..?”

“Yes,” Strange confirmed grimly. “Celestial magic.”

Loki’s stomach twisted.

The Celestials were powerful. Unforgiving. If they had taken you

No. He wouldn’t allow himself to finish that thought.

Loki turned on his heel. “Where are they?”

Strange sighed. “That’s the problem. They exist beyond the realms we can reach easily. If you go after them, you may not come back.”

Loki’s voice was eerily calm. “Then I suggest you step aside.”

Thor frowned. “Loki..”

“Step. Aside.”

Thor’s grip on his hammer tightened, but after a long moment, he moved.

Loki’s magic flared once more, his emerald eyes burning with an emotion he refused to name.

No one took what was his and lived to tell the tale.

And the Celestials were about to learn that the hard way.

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You awoke to the feeling of something warm trickling down your skin.

Blood.

Yours.

Your breathing was ragged, each inhale sending sharp pain through your ribs. You didn’t know how long you had been here hours, days? Time felt meaningless.

The voices had faded, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the faint hum of magic around you.

You felt cold.

Too cold.

And for the first time, you wondered if Loki would really come.

Or if you would die here, alone.

Your lips parted, a broken whisper escaping.

"I'm in a getaway car... I left you in a motel bar..."

Tears blurred your vision.

"That was the last time you ever saw me."

You squeezed your eyes shut.

And then

A crackle of magic.

A shift in the air.

Your heart stuttered.

Loki?

But before you could even hope, the darkness consumed you once more....

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"Forgive me, my mortal."

part 5 of " I wish i was her "

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Last Time...

The mission had gone horribly wrong. The pain hit like a wave, and you fought to stay alive as blood poured from your wound. In those final moments, you had tried to reach out just one last time. Your voice cracked as you sang the words that echoed in your soul, knowing it might be the last time you’d ever speak.

"I’m ridin' in a getaway car, I was cryin' in a getaway car, I was dyin' in a getaway car..."

With your last breath, you managed to send out a signal, alerting the Avengers. You hadn’t called for help because you couldn’t bear the thought of Loki seeing you like this broken, bleeding, so very mortal. You managed to say, “Mission accomplished, sir. Goodbye.” The words slipped out like a final surrender, knowing the end was near.

Then... nothing.

You passed out, and the world around you went black. The last thing you heard was Loki's voice calling your name, distant but full of urgency. But even then, you weren’t sure if you could make it out. You weren’t sure if you would survive.

Now...

Loki stood frozen, his eyes fixated on the screen. The last footage of you the blood, the struggle, the brokenness played on repeat. Tony’s hands trembled as he pulled up the footage again, but Loki couldn’t tear his gaze away. He couldn’t process it. He couldn’t believe it.

“Where is she?” Thor’s voice cut through the tension, his usual calm demeanor replaced with concern. Loki’s fist tightened at his side, his jaw clenched.

“She’s not responding,” Tony said, his voice tight with panic. “Her signal’s lost. Friday’s trying to track her coordinates, but..”

“I don’t care about the signal!” Loki snapped, his voice low but sharp. “I need to find her now.”

The Avengers scrambled, preparing to leave, but Loki was already moving, a whirlwind of motion as he summoned his magic. A green mist surrounded him as he turned to the others, his expression hardening.

“We’re going to find her. Now.”

Without waiting for anyone, Loki vanished, leaving the Tower in a blur of light.

The Scene at the Mission Site

Loki arrived at the location where the last signal had been traced. The place was a desolate wreck, debris scattered across the ground, signs of a fierce battle everywhere. The dust still hung in the air, and the scent of destruction was thick. But something was wrong.

“Where is she?” Thor asked, his eyes scanning the surroundings, trying to locate any trace of you. But the silence was deafening.

Loki’s heart pounded in his chest as he moved swiftly, his eyes glowing with a barely-contained fury. His gaze darted from one corner to another, his mind racing. You had been here. You had to be.

But when he reached the spot where you had fallen there was nothing.

“No…” Loki’s voice trembled, a whisper of disbelief. His hand reached out, trembling as he touched the ground where you had bled. The earth was still warm from the magic, the signs of the battle still fresh, but you were nowhere to be found.

Thor, Tony, and the others arrived just as Loki dropped to his knees, his eyes wild with a mix of confusion and anger.

"Where the hell is she?" Tony demanded, his voice sharp.

Loki stood up, his face a mask of fury and confusion. His magic flared, but the surroundings didn’t change. No sign of your body. No trace of you.

“She’s been taken,” Loki muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His voice was cold, controlled, but there was an underlying rage that no one could ignore. “Whoever did this… will pay.”

Tony’s eyes flickered to the ground, his expression darkening. He stepped forward, his voice softening slightly. “We’ll find her, Loki.”

“I don’t need your help,” Loki spat, his voice venomous as he turned to face Tony. “She was mine to protect.” His fists clenched again, his power crackling in the air around him. “Whoever took her is a fool to think they could steal her from me.”

Thor placed a hand on Loki’s shoulder, trying to calm him. “We will find her, brother.”

But Loki didn’t respond. He only turned away, his eyes glowing fiercely as he sought out the magic that had taken you. He was already in motion, leaving the Avengers behind to follow his trail.

A Few Hours Later Back at the Tower

The Avengers were back at the Tower, regrouping and trying to formulate a plan. The screens were filled with footage of the scene, but still, no answers.

Tony paced, his hand running through his hair. “Friday, any updates?”

“I’m sorry, Sir. There’s still no signal,” Friday responded. “But the last known location shows a powerful surge of magic possibly dark magic.”

Loki was in another room, alone, consumed by the search. His thoughts raced as he tried to connect the dots. Who could’ve taken you? Why?

He didn’t care about the why anymore he just wanted you back. His mind kept replaying that last footage of you, your final words, your broken form. He couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t get the image out of his head.

"I left you in a motel bar, Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys, That was the last time you ever saw me..."

His chest tightened, his breath growing ragged. He couldn’t lose you. Not like this.

Meanwhile, You

You were no longer at the site of the explosion. The magic that had taken you had whisked you away to a place that was dark and unfamiliar. You could barely move, your body still recovering from the injury and the loss of blood. But you were alive barely.

The darkness around you felt suffocating, and you could feel the pull of magic surrounding you. Whoever had taken you wasn’t done with you yet.

And somewhere, in the distance, you could almost hear Loki’s voice a whisper of desperation, laced with the kind of fury only he could possess.

But you were fading again, the pain unbearable, the fear consuming you. All you could do was hold on, hoping that Loki or anyone would come for you before it was too late.

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Part 4 of " I wish it was me" "

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The knock on your door was soft yet persistent.

“[Y/N],” Wanda’s voice called gently, “Girls' night. We’re not letting you stay holed up in here.”

You groaned, tossing the blanket off of you. The remnants of last night's tears still lingered, your body exhausted, but your heart restless. Wanda wouldn’t stop until she had you out there so you dragged yourself out of bed, wiping away the last traces of the emotional storm that had swept through you.

At The Club

You were already three drinks in, trying to drown the pain, but it felt like an ocean inside you. The noise, the flashing lights, the laughter around you it was all a blur. But you couldn’t shake the image of Loki, of his icy touch, his cruel words.

"It was the best of times, the worst of crimes," the music thudded in your ears, and it was like a truth you couldn’t escape. Loki had been everything your best and worst moment.

Your gaze drifted to Wanda, who was speaking to someone on the dance floor. You could barely focus on her. Instead, your mind kept replaying the memory of Loki’s last words. "I'm not what you think I am."

“I struck a match and blew your mind," the song continued, the lyrics matching your emotions perfectly. Loki had blown your mind, had you believing he could care, believing there was something real, only for it to come crashing down.

"But I didn't mean it and you didn't see it," the line echoed in your head. You knew it. He didn’t mean it. He didn’t see you, the way you saw him. You were just a distraction, an afterthought in his cold, godly life. And it was crushing you, piece by piece.

"Let’s get you a drink," Wanda pulled you back from your spiraling thoughts, guiding you toward the bar.

You nodded numbly, your heart still tangled in Loki's shadows. The weight of your feelings felt unbearable. You couldn’t let it go. You couldn’t just forget him.

But you tried.

A random guy approached you at the bar, offering a smile that seemed a little too knowing. You didn’t care. You didn’t even look at his face. You leaned in, pressing your lips to his, searching for some kind of release, something to make you forget Loki’s name, his coldness, the ache in your chest.

The guy’s lips were warm, but it wasn’t Loki. It didn’t feel like him. You broke away, breathless, the song still pulsing in your mind.

"I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed," the lyrics swirled around you. That’s what this felt like. A curse. From the moment Loki had stepped into your life, everything had been a game, a mess of emotions and deceit.

You forced a smile and pulled away from the stranger. "Sorry," you said, feeling foolish.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to pretend that someone else could fill the empty space Loki had left in your heart.

You turned away from the bar, searching for an escape, but the weight of the world kept following you. And then, the lyrics hit, sharp and brutal:

"X marks the spot where we fell apart, He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself."

That was it. Loki had poisoned everything, and you’d let it happen. You’d lied to yourself, believing there was something real, something that could come from his indifference, his coldness.

You could almost hear his voice in your ear again, cold as ice: "I can’t give you what you want."

"You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far," the song played on, and you felt it deep in your bones. You were his getaway car, weren’t you? You were the one he used to escape, the one he turned to when everything else was falling apart. But you never went anywhere. The distance between you two always grew, and you were always left standing in the dust.

You felt like you were stuck, trapped in this endless loop with no way out. You knew it. "We never had a shotgun shot in the dark."

"Don’t pretend it’s such a mystery," the song continued, and your heart clenched. You knew him. You knew Loki. He wasn’t a mystery to you. But he was still a puzzle, one you’d never solve.

The Morning After

You woke up to the empty bed, the sting of yesterday’s mistakes lingering on your lips. The guy, the kiss, it had all been an attempt to erase Loki, but nothing could. He was still there, in the back of your mind, in your heart.

"It was the great escape, the prison break, The light of freedom on my face," the song played on, and you could hear the truth in it. You thought you could escape him, but it was always a lie.

The song echoed in your mind, the reminder that nothing good came from this. "No, nothing good starts in a getaway car."

The night had been full of distractions, but it had all been a lie, hadn’t it? Just like the kiss. Just like everything you’d tried to do to escape the truth.

Loki wasn’t your escape. He wasn’t a savior. He was the trap. .

The morning after the club was a blur. The kiss, the music, the lie it all felt so far away now, as you prepared for your next mission. You could still hear the song in the back of your mind, echoing through the darkest corners of your thoughts.

"I'm ridin' in a getaway car, I was cryin' in a getaway car, I was dyin' in a getaway car..."

You had tried to run, tried to forget, but it never worked. It never worked with Loki. Your feelings for him were still there, tangled and bruised, like the melody that wouldn't stop playing.

The Avengers were getting ready for a dangerous mission. Something urgent, something that could cost lives. Tony sent you in because you were capable, because you could handle it. You didn’t hesitate, though every part of you screamed to be somewhere else. Somewhere far from Loki. Somewhere that wasn’t this.

The mission was a high-stakes operation, and you were deep in enemy territory. The tension was thick, the silence deafening. You navigated the area, making your way toward the objective, but something went wrong.

A trap. A burst of magic. The air crackled around you, and before you could react, the blast hit you.

The pain was immediate, sharp, like every nerve in your body was on fire. You stumbled, falling to your knees, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Blood poured from a wound on your side, soaking your clothes, and you couldn’t stop it.

"It was the great escape, the prison break, The light of freedom on my face."

But you weren’t escaping anymore. You were dying the taste of metal in your mouth, your body weakening with every passing second.

You didn’t call for help. You couldn’t. Not when Loki might be there. Not when you were so fragile, so mortal. You couldn't bear to let him see you like this. The idea of him seeing you bleed out of seeing you so weak was too much.

You fought to stay conscious, even as your vision blurred. You tried to call for help, but you couldn't get a word out.

“Friday, send the signal,” you managed to choke out. “Alert the Avengers... just in case.”

It was then that you realized how much you wanted Loki, even if he never wanted you back. But you pushed it down, swallowed the ache, because in that moment, you couldn’t be weak.

Back at the Tower

Tony was working at the desk, surrounded by screens when he noticed the signal loss. His eyes narrowed.

“Friday, what’s going on with [Y/N]?” Tony asked, his voice sharp with concern.

Friday’s voice crackled through the speakers. “Signal lost, Sir. No communication coming from [Y/N]. The last known coordinates suggest a significant injury.”

“Damn it,” Tony muttered, tapping a few keys. “Pull up the last footage.”

Back to You

You were bleeding out, the edges of your vision going black. You couldn’t see straight anymore, your breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. Your body felt heavy, every movement like it took everything you had left.

But you knew you needed to leave a message. Even if you couldn’t make it through, you had to let them know you were still fighting. Still breathing.

You pulled out your comms device, and with trembling hands, you started a final message.

"I'm in a getaway car," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I left you in a motel bar... Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys... That was the last time you ever saw me..."

Tears began to fall again, your breath hitching as you cried, your body betraying you in the worst way possible. This was it. The end of the road.

"It was the great escape, the prison break..."

You started to sing softly, your voice breaking as you clung to the last shred of who you were. You couldn’t think about Loki, couldn’t think about anything other than trying to stay alive, trying to make sure they didn’t think you were gone.

But you knew, in that moment, that you were losing the battle.

The song played on in your mind, each word hitting harder than the last, echoing like a funeral dirge in your ears.

"I’m ridin' in a getaway car, I was cryin' in a getaway car, I was dyin' in a getaway car…"

You coughed, the blood rising in your throat, and the next thing you knew, your vision went black.

Back at the Tower

Tony's voice was frantic. “Friday, get me the footage. Now.”

Friday's mechanical voice responded, “Downloading now, sir.”

The last footage flickered onto the screen, showing you, broken and bruised, the blood staining your clothes. You were still alive when the camera captured your last words.

"Mission accomplished, sir. Goodbye."

The image froze, and then everything went silent. Tony’s face was hard, his eyes unreadable, but you could see the raw edge of panic in the way his hand hovered over the controls.

“Damn it, [Y/N],” Tony cursed under his breath. “We’re not losing you.”

At that moment, Loki appeared, his green cloak swirling behind him. He had been nearby, sensing the disturbance, and as soon as he saw the footage of you, his heart clenched.

“I’m going after her,” he said, his voice dark with determination. His face, normally cold and calculating, showed a rare flicker of something else something raw. Something desperate.

“We’ll go with you,” Thor said, stepping forward. “You’re not alone in this.”

But Loki didn’t wait. He knew what he had to do.

Back to You

You were lying there, cold and alone, your blood pooling around you, your last thoughts on Loki. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe everything was always a mistake.

Suddenly, you heard it. A voice, distant but familiar, calling your name. The sound of footsteps. Loki was coming for you. He was coming to find you.

But was it too late?

You didn’t know.

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part 3 of "I wish it was me"

The Next Morning

The sun rose, indifferent to the turmoil within the Tower. You hadn’t slept; the memory of Loki's kiss—a cruel contradiction of passion and detachment—haunted you. Each time you closed your eyes, you felt his lips, tasted the bitterness of his words.

You dragged yourself to the communal kitchen, hoping caffeine might anchor you. The Avengers bustled around, their laughter a stark contrast to your internal chaos.

"Morning," you mumbled, reaching for a mug.

Natasha glanced up, her sharp eyes narrowing. "You look like hell."

"Thanks," you replied, forcing a smile. "Just didn't sleep well."

Before she could probe further, Thor entered, his presence commanding attention. His gaze swept the room, landing on you. His brow furrowed.

"Lady [Y/N], a word?" he requested, his tone unusually serious.

You nodded, following him to a quieter corner.

"What's going on?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

Thor studied you, concern etched on his face. "I couldn't help but notice your distress. Has my brother done something to upset you?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "I... I don't know what you mean."

He sighed, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. "Loki can be... difficult. But if he's caused you pain, I wish to help."

Tears welled up, but you blinked them away. "It's complicated, Thor. I don't think anyone can help."

His eyes softened. "Sometimes, sharing the burden lightens it. Remember, you have friends here."

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.

Elsewhere in the Tower

Loki paced his chambers, the previous night's events replaying in his mind. He cursed himself for the weakness he'd shown, for allowing his facade to crack.

"She is a mortal," he reminded himself. "Insignificant."

Yet, the memory of your touch, the hurt in your eyes, gnawed at him. He clenched his fists, frustrated by his own turmoil.

A knock interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother," Thor greeted, entering without waiting for permission.

Loki masked his emotions instantly. "To what do I owe this intrusion?"

Thor's gaze was piercing. "What have you done to [Y/N]?"

Loki's expression remained neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"She is hurting," Thor pressed. "And I believe you are the cause."

Loki's jaw tightened. "Her feelings are her own concern."

Thor stepped closer, his voice low. "Do not play games, Loki. If you've harmed her.."

"Harmed?" Loki's laugh was cold. "I have done nothing she did not invite."

Thor's eyes flashed with anger. "She deserves better than your cruelty."

Loki's facade cracked, just for a moment. "And what would you have me do, brother? Pretend to care? Offer false affections?"

"Perhaps," Thor replied, "you should confront your own feelings, instead of hiding behind this mask of indifference."

With that, Thor turned and left, leaving Loki alone with his turmoil.

Later That Day

You sought refuge in the training room, hoping physical exertion might drown out your thoughts. Each punch, each kick, was fueled by frustration and heartache.

"Mind if I join?"

You turned to see Thor, a gentle smile on his face.

"Sure," you replied, wiping sweat from your brow.

He picked up a training sword, twirling it effortlessly. "Sometimes, battling our inner demons requires a physical outlet."

You managed a small laugh. "Is that Asgardian wisdom?"

"Perhaps," he grinned. "Or just personal experience."

The two of you sparred, the rhythm of combat providing a temporary escape. But eventually, exhaustion took over, and you both sat on the mats, catching your breath.

"Thank you," you said quietly.

Thor looked at you, his expression sincere. "For what?"

"For caring," you replied. "For being here."

He nodded. "Always."

That Night

Loki stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting in his eyes. He sensed your approach but didn't turn.

"What do you want?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion.

You hesitated, then stepped closer. "We need to talk."

"About?"

"Us," you said, your voice trembling.

"There is no 'us'," he replied coldly.

"Stop it," you snapped, anger breaking through your sorrow. "Stop pretending you don't feel anything."

He finally turned, his gaze icy. "You presume too much."

"And you hide too much," you shot back. "I'm tired of this game, Loki."

He stepped closer, towering over you. "This is not a game."

"Then what is it?" you demanded. "Because I can't keep doing this."

He stared at you, his facade wavering. "You think I do this lightly? That I enjoy this torment?"

"Then why?" you whispered, tears spilling over. "Why push me away?"

"Because," he said, his voice cracking, "I am not what you need."

"Let me decide that," you pleaded.

He closed his eyes, pain etched on his face. "I cannot."

"Can't or won't?" you challenged.

He opened his eyes, and for the first time, you saw the depth of his anguish. "Both."

You reached out, your hand trembling, but he stepped back.

"Goodnight, [Y/N]," he said softly, before disappearing into the shadows.

You stood there, the weight of his absence crushing you, as the city buzzed obliviously below..

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From the moment I was born in the halls of Asgard, I knew I would never be like the other people around me. It wasn’t because I lacked the grace or charm of the Asgardians no, it was something deeper. It was Loki. Ever since I was a child, Loki and I had shared something no one else understood. Our friendship started like any other. He, the mischievous prince with a sharp mind and even sharper wit, and me, his best friend, loyal and supportive despite his wild antics.

We spent our childhoods running through the palace, causing trouble with Thor, laughing under the starlit sky, and bonding over secrets no one else could understand. I was the one who saw through the mask Loki wore for the world his trickster façade, the darkness he kept hidden beneath his eyes. And I adored him for it. I never questioned my feelings for him; I just loved him. But as we grew older, things began to shift.

Loki became distant, more reserved. His thoughts were often consumed with something els e someone else. It didn’t take long for me to notice the way his eyes would follow Sigyn, the woman destined to be his. The woman who, by all accounts, was perfect for him. She was kind, strong, and her light seemed to fill every room she entered. The perfect match for a prince like Loki.

I tried to push my feelings down. I told myself that I would never have a chance, that I wasn’t the one Loki would choose. After all, I was nothing but his childhood friend, a mere mortal who could never truly compare to the destined queen who had already woven herself into Loki’s life.

So I did what I thought was best. I silently stepped back. I kept my feelings hidden, buried deep within me, and let Loki grow closer to Sigyn. I watched them, always from the distance, my heart aching every time I saw them together. They shared a bond I could never have, and I told myself I was fine with it, even when every part of me screamed otherwise.

But Loki .. Loki noticed. Of course, he noticed. He always did. His sharp eyes, always so attuned to the people around him, saw the way I flinched every time he mentioned Sigyn, saw how I quietly retreated into the shadows when they spoke, how I silently withdrew from their interactions. He didn’t say anything at first. But I knew he was watching me, and it made everything harder.

One day, as I stood near the edge of the Asgardian gardens, watching the sunset alone, I felt a presence behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The air around me seemed to hum with his energy. Loki.

“Why are you standing out here all alone?” His voice was soft, almost tender.

I forced a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Just needed some time alone,” I lied, staring out at the fading light. “Sometimes, it’s good to be alone with your thoughts.”

“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately,” Loki said, stepping closer, his voice tinged with something like concern. “You’ve been pulling away from me, from everyone. Why?”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. “I’m just giving you space. You’re with Sigyn now, and I don’t want to be the one who stands in the way.”

Loki’s expression softened, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were piecing something together. He moved closer, standing beside me in the quiet.

“You think I’m with her because I’m meant to be?” Loki asked, his voice low and steady.

I turned to him, confused. “Aren’t you? She’s your queen, Loki. You two are… meant to be.”

Loki’s eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “No. That’s not what I want. I don’t want what destiny has chosen for me. I want you.”

My breath caught in my throat. “What?”

Loki stepped closer, his hand gently lifting my chin to face him. “I’ve always wanted you, always. You think I don’t see the way you’ve looked at me? The way you’ve been there for me, even when I didn’t deserve it? I was blind, thinking that Sigyn was the one I was destined for. But I see now that it was you all along. You’ve always been the one I wanted by my side, as my equal, my queen.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding me. For years, I had kept my love for him buried, thinking it was impossible, that he would never feel the same. But here he was, standing in front of me, saying everything I had longed to hear.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to realize,” Loki continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But now that I have, I won’t let you go. I love you.”

A single tear slid down my cheek, and I reached up to gently touch his face. “Loki, I—”

Before I could say more, he pulled me into a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or desperate, but slow and full of years of unspoken emotions. It was everything I had dreamed of and more. His lips were soft against mine, his arms wrapping around me as though he never wanted to let go. And in that moment, I knew everything had changed.

When we finally pulled away, Loki smiled at me, his eyes full of love. “Will you be mine? Will you be my queen, not because of destiny, but because it’s what we want?”

I nodded, unable to speak, my heart too full of joy to form words. I pressed my lips to his once more, sealing my answer in the kiss.

From that moment on, Loki and I were no longer just childhood friends. We were partners, equals. He had chosen me, and I had chosen him.

Years later, we stood together in the halls of Asgard, Loki’s hand holding mine as I wore a crown not given to me by destiny, but by his heart. We were married in a quiet ceremony, just the two of us, surrounded by those who truly mattered. Sigyn, though once a part of Loki’s past, was nowhere to be seen. Because Loki had finally seen me, and I had seen him not the God of Mischief, not the prince destined for someone else but the man I had always loved.

And we were happy. Finally, truly happy.

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Part 2 of "I wish it was me"

A God’s Indifference

You’d long since learned how to disappear quietly.

One polite excuse, one strained smile, and you slipped away from the gathering unnoticed except, of course, by yourself. Because no matter how hard you tried, the sound of Loki’s voice, smooth and measured, lingered long after you’d left. Lingered in a way that felt like punishment.

You could still picture him, reclining lazily beside her, that faint curl of his lips, eyes sharp with something unreadable. It never reached you. It never would.

Behind closed doors, you let yourself crumble.

The Tower lights dimmed to a hush outside, but inside your room, your thoughts roared like a storm. You pressed the heel of your hand to your chest, as if you could calm the ache.

"Foolish," you muttered to yourself. "You knew what you were to him."

Nothing.

Later.

The hallway was silent save for the softest footfalls. A knock precisely timed, deliberate broke the quiet.

“Open the door,” Loki’s voice came, low, clipped. Controlled.

You swallowed, forcing your voice to stay steady. “Why are you here, Loki?”

A pause. Then, his tone, sharp as a blade:

“Must I require a reason to knock on the door of one who flees without explanation?”

You hated the cold detachment. Hated that he spoke to you like you were a problem to be solved.

Still, something in you cracked open, and you unlocked the door.

He stood there, tall, composed, not a hair out of place—eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something distant.

His gaze swept over you once, dispassionately. “I find it curious,” he began, voice slow and deliberate, “that you remove yourself so easily. As if your presence here were entirely inconsequential.”

Your throat tightened. “It is.”

His jaw twitched, the only crack in his mask.

“You presume much,” he murmured, voice like velvet stretched taut. “You presume to know the thoughts of a god.”

You held his gaze, even though it burned. “You’ve made it clear, Loki. You don’t have to pretend concern.”

For a moment, there was silence. Heavy. Oppressive.

Then:

“Pretend?” He tilted his head, smile cold, eyes sharp like frost. “You overestimate your importance if you believe I concern myself with such trivialities.”

Each word cut clean, practiced. Like he’d said it a thousand times to a thousand people.

You felt your hands tremble but forced them still. “Then go back to her. She’s the one you care for.”

Something flickered in his eyes, gone too quickly.

He stepped closer, gaze boring into yours. His voice dropped lower—quieter, but no less cruel:

“You think me so simple, little mortal?” he whispered, almost a sneer. “That affection is given freely, like baubles, to anyone who catches my eye?”

Your chest tightened painfully. You didn’t speak.

He studied you for a heartbeat longer, then leaned in slightly, voice soft, cutting:

“I have no need for attachments. Least of all… ones like you.”

That broke something. You flinched, breath hitching but before you could retreat, his hand shot out, catching your wrist.

His grip was iron, but his voice was a whisper now barely controlled:

“Yet here I am.”

You met his gaze, and for a second, the mask slipped.

His eyes weren’t cold now. They were desperate.

“I have tried,” he murmured, voice roughened. “Tried to disregard you. To behave as though you are beneath notice.”

A pause. His next words like a confession dragged from between gritted teeth:

“And yet—every time you leave, it infuriates me.”

You swallowed, unable to breathe.

He leaned in further, close enough for his breath to ghost against your skin.

“It should not matter,” he whispered bitterly. “You should not matter.”

And then—without hesitation, without warning—he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was consuming, brutal, a kiss that felt like punishment as much as anything else. Like he hated himself for needing it.

And when he pulled away—eyes dark, jaw clenched—he spoke low, final:

“This does not make you special.”

He let go of your wrist, as if it burned him, turned, and walked away without another glance.

Leaving you there, shivering, hollowed out.

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