To be Loki'd - Loki x fem reader

Chapter 48 - Fire

She swung on down from one of the chandeliers, jumping over overturned tables, spilt sauces and obstacles thrown about the dining room. Her sword dragged against the floor and in doing so, emitted little sparks drawing closer and closer to me. 

Feet anchored into the marbled floors, I watched her approach slowly with the lean menace of a panther. 

"Listen, darling, whatever it is going on-", I started while keeping my defensive stance up, ready for anything. 

But what met me wasn't the roar of a warrior, the hiss of the Mind Snake, but rather a tearful sob. 

"Loki?", her voice called out, "Loki? It's me." 

My breathing and heart halted. I couldn't tell which was which. If it was the poisoned sweet words of a killer or the actual cry from and for my love. 

"Speak no trick, woman.", I spat in answer, ignoring what could be a trick to fool the weak's mind. I readied my weapon and attacked, chopping off a bit of the torn dress in her attempt to get away. 

She snarled, "Oh well." 

She spun in a circle of fabric and our bladdes clinked violently. Her face was a breadth from mine, and if I really wanted to, I could lean in and kiss those lips so pretty. 

Hot piercing pain jolted my nerves, followed soon by a wave of freezing numbness. 

I glanced down, only to see her small blade lodged within my shoulder. The dagger now in my shoulder, was the one I had gifted to her. 

Her hand trembled, quivered and shook. 

A tear formed at the corner of her eye. 

Her brows knitted in a bloodthirsty frenzy. 

Finally, she slid it out in a wet, slick sound as the steel was now tainted by scarlet traces. 

Blood begun oozing out like melting ice making its way down my shoulder and into the fabric of my clothes, wriggling through my armour. 

Jotün or not, the pain of being stabbed was the same, especially if it was from the eyes you had spent so long adoring and gazing into. 

The small pearlescent tear stuck at the rim of her left eye caught the bare glimmer brought about by moonlight. 

Y/n was still within. 

"Why did you not kill me?", I hissed between the clenched teeth I bore. 

She turned around, face blank. 

Only to be met by five versions of me. They stepped slowly, in deliberate strides, hands behind their backs and wicked smiles. "Why Y/n? Why? Why? Why?", they all called out in unison, now surrounding her as I staggered back up. 

While everywhere she turned around, another illusion of myself appeared, I gingerly attempted to stitch up my wound. The bleeding stopped and I could feel the flesh binding itself back together. I always did an unclean job on myself, resulting in lingering scars more often than not, simply because it is unusually hard to heal oneself. 

"Is it because you love me?", I questionned as I joined the circle. Her eyes befell me and for a seocnd they sparkled before returning to the abyss of winter hate. 

She replied curtly with hate, "I don't." 

I leaned forwards, taunting, and whispered, "Deep down, you know it. It rings echoes within your beating heart."

She shoved me backwards and I thudded against the walls. 

Her sharply shining silver blade bore upon my pale throat while her e/c eyes bore upon my own. "I am going to kill you. Slowly, intimately. In every way I know you fear.", she hissed, putting more pressure on the weapon.