|Lesser of Two Evils
Author: Chivalrous Gypsy PM
After his fate is decided, the God of Mischief is sent back to Earth as a mortal and his powers will only be returned if he can find someone to love him and he love her in return truly. But time is short. He is being hunted. And love is never easy to findRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Loki & Black Widow/Natasha R. - Chapters: 16 - Words: 46,621 - Reviews: 183 - Favs: 125 - Follows: 187 - Updated: 03-02-13 - Published: 05-26-12 - id: 8154073
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My God it feels so awkward after not writing Fanfiction for so many years, but hopefully I'll do these characters some justice. I thought up this little tale whilst driving home about a week ago and finally started writing it about three days ago (Boy. Talk about your late occurrences). I must have rewritten this Prologue at least six times before I finally just said: "MAYBE IT'LL BE GOOD ENOUGH!" It's got a Beauty and the Beast flare to it (that comes a little bit later) mixed in with of course, The Avengers. A little review would be nice and don't worry, it will, hopefully, get longer. Happy reading!
The world was starting to shift to being completely silent and growing dimmer. Breathing was starting to become harder and harder. Was this the way it felt to die? He guessed so as he stared up at the dimming Los Angeles sky. It was cloudless; something that he had wanted to see after she'd mentioned it. It truly was a sight to see.
He swallowed hard; he could taste the blood as it ran down his throat, salty and metallic tasting. He gagged but nothing came up, just a sharp, painful heave. He winced. His body was starting to shake, he knew this was it. He was going cold and his vision was starting to get darker and darker. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, holding it as long as he could.
From a few feet away, he heard someone approaching him at a fast pace, at a run perhaps. He couldn't tell. Their shoes were clinking on the pavement. The person dropped down beside him, his right side, where the worst wound was. He felt his hand be picked up and held by a warm hand. He knew that hand.
"Don't even think you're getting out of this one that easily" The voice belonged to her. He'd never forget it, he could hear her words trembling.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw her face. She was like him, her face covered in blood and sweat. And yet she was still beautiful.
"I do not believe I have much of a choice here." He mustered a smirk and she chuckled a little. He could see her green eyes full of tears. "You're not supposed to cry, you're far tougher than that." he remarked.
"Loki, it's almost over, Stark and Cap have Thanos surrounded. He will be stopped and you'll be all right." she said. He knew she was lying.
"They will not have a chance. Thor…he can….do it." He tried to bring in another breath, but it was short and sharp. "I'm running out of," he stopped to get another breath, "Time. I," he paused once more. "Love. You." Then his eyes closed, his mouth agape a tad and his hand dropped from hers. He was now as still and as cold as a stone.