Your dinner with Loki went incredibly well, and he invited you on an outing in the palace gardens in a couple days time. You were happy, and you couldn’t remember being happy for such a long time. Everything on Asgard had been work related, but this was something completely new, and you loved it.
Everything was as perfect as it could be, but something kept plaguing the back of your mind.
Thor had been banished to Midgard, and the Allfather was unconscious. What was going to happen to them?
You’d asked Loki if you could go to Midgard to help Thor out, but he was insistent that you stay with him in Asgard.
“The tournament is at it’s end. You need to stay focused,” Loki pointed out. “Besides, the point of Thor being sent to Midgard was to redeem himself. He can’t do that if you’re helping him at every turn.”
You figured Loki was right. Besides, you didn't know Thor all that well (you figured he’d forget who you were if you showed up on Midgard to help him). You barely knew the Allfather either, but Loki told you that his state wasn’t permanent. He’d be able again soon. With the possibility of Thor’s departure lasting years, it was important for Loki to get the hang of ruling right away.
You agreed with Loki on all points, but some part of you remembered him as the silver-tongued trickster. That part of you worried if he wasn’t just manipulating you. After all, he had kept your true nature hidden from you for months! Then again, he hadn’t been COMPLETELY sure, now, had he? And he loved you, right?
Days after Thor had been banished, you woke up from a fitful sleep. Images flashed through your mind. Heimdall frozen in place. Laufey invading the castle. Loki with skin of a Jotun. Loki falling from the rainbow bridge.
Normally, you would have informed Loki right away, but he had been in meetings for days. You hadn’t even had time to see him since your dinner together. Something about the dream didn’t seem right. It was fragmented, unclear. Even now, your visions were slipping away. You wrote down what you could remember and left to train your soldiers.
Only days were left in the competition.
That day was odd. Normally, you’d see the Warriors Three and Lady Sif watching you from the rafters, seeing how the champions were performing under this much pressure, but today, they were absent. You shrugged. They were probably under new orders, what with Loki changing battle tactics.
That day you had agreed with Loki to go to the gardens, so when it came time for lunch, you showered, changed into something nice, and went looking for him. As it happened, he ended up finding you down a hallway, and he ran to catch up with you.
Something was amiss. His fists were clenched tightly, and his smile was thin. He was on-edge, not that he had been anything less these last couple of days, but this time it was different.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“There’s a threat coming from Jotunheim. I’m going out to meet it,” he said. He looked at you squarely and grabbed you by the shoulders. “I need you to promise me you’ll stay away from the battle.”
Well, that was suspicious.
“Just… trust me, please.”
“If a fighting breaks out, I’m going to help defend,” you said. “I can’t promise to do nothing.”
“Promise me,” he said, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I need you.”
“My king!” A soldier yelled from the end of the hall. “They’ve broken our barriers!”
“What?!” you gasped. Loki shoved you in the direction of the training barracks.
“Get your soldiers,” he said. “It’s time they learned true battle.”
“Right,” you said, running in the opposite direction.
Loki headed for the Allfather’s room, intent on destroying his real father and Jotenheim once and for all.
As your soldiers armored up and began taking orders from you, you saw Sif and the Warriors Three fighting their way into the castle. After you sent your last soldier away, you cut through the battling Jotuns and got into their circle of protection. Sif immediately drew her weapon to attack you.
“Sif! What the hell?” you asked parrying her stroke.
“You’re in league with Loki, are you not?” she snarled. “That traitor has you in his clutches!”
“How is he a traitor?” you yelled above the noise of swords clashing.
“For starters, he tried to kill his own brother,” Sif said, going for your throat this time. “Then, he usurped the Allftather-“
“What are you talking about? When did all this happen?” you asked, dodging her swing.
Sif stopped her attack.
“Where have you been these last three days? Or has your love made you that blind?” she asked. A Jotun aimed a spear at her, but you swooped in a blocked it.
“Why are you defending me?” she asked furiously.
“Um, because we’re on the same side?” you yelled. “Now get your butt in gear, and kill these Jotuns instead of me!”
“We are not on the same side! Loki wants the Jotuns to kill the Allfather so he can truly have the throne! He sent the Destroyer to kill Thor just this morning!”
You froze. “What?!”
“You really had no idea?” Sif asked. She killed the Jotun who aimed to attack you out of pity.
“Are you saying,” you said. “That my boyfriend just tried to kill his brother AND his father to rule Asgard?”
“Yes! And he’s fighting Thor on the Bifrost Bridge as we speak because his first attempt at murder failed!” Sif yelled.
“I’M GOING TO *KILL* LOKI!” you cried.
Sif saw the fury in your eyes and knew you were indeed on her side of the fight.
“They might still be there!” she said. “Go!”
The Warriors Three cut a path out of the attacking Jotuns for you, and you sprinted to the bridge.
“I could’ve done it, Father!” Loki yelled, grinning maniacally as he hung from the Bifrost.
“No, Loki…” His father said, pain filling his eyes.
The light left Loki’s eyes, and you knew what he was going to do. You had seen it in your dreams.
“No!” you shouted as he let go of Thor’s hand.
You dove at Loki and willed your magic into place. Your shoulder burned as the rune attempted to stop your use of so much magic, but you ignored it. Your magic shot like cords to Loki’s outstretched arm and firmly gripped him so that he wouldn't fall into space. Loki’s face was twisted with compassion and fury.
“Let me go, Y/n!” he yelled, fumbling with his own magic to get undone. Thor grabbed you around your midsection and pulled you back as you pulled on your magic cords. Odin grabbed onto Loki by his armor and yanked him out of space.
When Thor let go of you, you ran to Loki and hugged him. You were crying, and Loki had no idea how to handle it. He gently put his arms around you and hugged you back.
“Don’t leave her, Loki,” Odin said. “Don’t leave any of us.”
You unlatched yourself from Loki’s arms and whirled around.
“Oh, like you suddenly care? ‘No, Loki…’ What the hell was that? You don’t tell that to someone threatening to fall off a bridge!”
Odin looked like he wanted to punch you, but he was still holding Loki, so he was unable to. Thor took hold of Loki as well and redirected the conversation.
“Let’s get back to the palace,” he said. “There are several things we need to discuss…”