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Your ears ring from the pounding of your heart as you storm through the helicarrier, ignoring the yells of people around you. You throw any of the guards dumb enough to get in your way and try to stop you from your target.
“Thor!” You bellow, your voice echoing off the metal walls around you as people startle at the sound. You kick in door after door, calling after the god of thunder with each one. And every time, coming up empty handed.
Growling in frustration, you survey the room with narrowed eyes. Stalking to the nearest person you lift them by the collar of their shirt, ignoring the multiple guns now pointed in your direction.
“Where is Thor?” You ask slowly, breathing heavily through your nose. The man stares at you, eyes wide, lips opening and closing without sound, trembling within your hold.
“Where is he!?” You yell, giving the man a light shake.
“Y/N!” Your brother in law's boisterous voice calls from behind you.
You drop the frightened man and whirl on your heel to face Thor. His face is bright, a wide smile on his face and his eyes crinkled just the slightest. You close the distance between you both quickly, grabbing the front of his shirt.
“Is it true? Is he…” You trail off, the question dying on your tongue. You search Thor’s eyes, your breathing growing ragged.
“Y/N…” He responds softly, his hands gently grasping your elbows as his expression drops.
“Is it?” You repeat your question, growing more desperate by the second.
Thor nods, his face now solemn. Your breathing hitches and your grip on him loosens. “Where is he?”
“He’s not… how he was.“ Thor responds, choosing his words carefully.
“Where is he?!”
“In a holding cell.” Someone else replies. You turn your head, meeting the one eyed gaze of a man. “Who’s your friend?”
Thor responds before you can so much as open your mouth, “This is Y/N, my brother's spouse.”
“They gonna be a problem for us?” The one eyed man asks, speaking directly to Thor even with his gaze trained on you warily.
“No, Fury. They will not be a problem.”
“I can answer for myself,” you speak, scowling at both of them. “I will remain… unproblematic, if you take me to my husband.”
“How do we know you won’t let him out?” The one eyed man— Fury— comments. “For all we know you’re working with him and this is all some trick .”
You release your hold on Thor completely, turning your body to face Fury. You stalk towards him, getting halfway there before Thor's hand on your arm stops you.
“Take me to my husband!” You demand, fighting against Thor’s hold.
“Y/N, please.” Thor whispers pleadingly, “Don’t make this any more difficult than it already is.”
“Difficult?” You whip around to Thor, catching him off guard as your hand makes contact with his cheek. “I’m not the one being difficult! All I am asking is to see my husband, who was thought dead !” You hiss out.
And then your shoulders drop, the fight all but leaving your body as desperation seeped in. “Please.” You beg no one in particular. “I just need to see him… I need to know he’s alive..”
You looked to Thor, desperately trying to get through to him. But his attention was elsewhere. His eyes were locked with Fury’s, a silent argument happening between them before finally, Fury nodded.
Thor’s gaze landed back on you, “Okay.. but not for long. And know, they have cameras in place all around his cell.”
The second the large doors slide open you see him. Your husband paces inside a large cell made entirely of glass. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before walking into the room tentatively. As you approach the glass, Loki turns. The cocky smile adorning his face falls as his eyes land on yours and he blinks in surprise.
“Is it you?” You ask breathlessly. “This isn’t a dream? O-or some trick?”
“Darling…” Loki speaks softly in a way reserved only for you as you draw even closer to the glass. Thor says something behind you, it sounds vaguely like he’s asking you to step back but his words are fuzzy as your entire being focuses on the sight of Loki. You bring your hand up, resting your palm against the glass.
“Are you really standing here? Did-” You choke on the words as sobs threaten to leave your throat. “Have you come back to me?”
Loki places his against the glass, mirroring you.
“You’re thinner than I remember…” You whisper, “And your eyes… They’re blue now, not the green I know. You look tortured.”
“I am not the man I was… the man you fell in love with.” Loki says simply, removing his hand from the glass as he walks back towards the middle of the cell.
“What happened to you?”
“I’ve killed… too many to count. Human and alien alike.” He doesn’t face you as he speaks. His shoulders are tense and his fist’s clench at his sides before he draws them up, likely wringing them as you know he does when nervous or unsure. “I’ve tortured even more. Their blood stains my hands. Their screams ring in my ears. ”
“Loki…” Tears blur your vision and wet your cheeks.
Loki spins around, facing you. His expression is guarded, but you notice the small twitch of his eyebrow that indicates he’s barely keeping it together himself. When he speaks his voice is hoarse and unsteady. “Can you still claim to love me? To call me your husband?”
You blink back more tears as they threaten to spill down your face and step away from the glass slightly. Your hand wraps around a cord of fabric made of green and gold that hangs from your waist and breaks it off. You hold it up in front of you, displaying it to Loki. “If I can’t call you my husband, if what you’ve done is truly so horrible that I can’t learn to love you regardless, remove your half of our handfasting cord. Rip it from your belt and toss it away.”
At this, Loki falters, flinching away as if struck. “How could you…” He starts softly, his voice growing louder as he continues. “I wove that cord myself. I spent weeks on it. As a sign of my love to you!”
“Then don’t tell me you’re not the same person! You are my husband!” You yell at him, voice raspy and breaking. “No matter what you’ve done or who you’ve hurt. No matter if it’s been one year or one decade, I will always love you.”
The door to Loki’s cell opens, startling both of you. Glancing over your shoulder you see Thor where he now stands behind the control desk. He nods his head at, a silent acknowledgement.
Loki doesn’t move from the center of the cell, even as armed guards enter the room, guns pointing at all three of you. He doesn’t even look anywhere else but you. His eyes follow your movements as you slowly close the distance between you and him.
Once you’re standing toe to toe with Loki, you lift on shaking hand and place it against his cheek. The touch is feather light at first, because you are still unsure if it’s really him. But as skin meets skin and Loki leans into your touch, his eyes closing, you resolve breaks. You pull him against you and bury your face in the crook of his neck as sobs rack through your body. Loki’s arms close around your middle as he pulls you impossibly closer, his head resting against yours.
The two of you sink to the floor, still holding onto each other like lifelines. When you pull back from the hug, Loki looks at you.
“There they are,” You whisper. His eyes were no longer an icy blue, but now the same green you had always loved to get lost in.
He rests his forehead against yours, eyes shutting again. “I love you.”
“I missed you.”