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I'll make a man out of you 5 {Loki x reader}

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     Uneasiness rolled over you in waves as you weaved your way through the wreckage and dead bodies. You tried your hardest to not look at the lifeless faces of you fellow agents as you and Loki maneuvered toward what you presumed was the battlefield; although if the large number of dead that littered the floor you doubted there would be many creatures to fight, or many agents to fight alongside. Your teeth dug into your bottom lip and the fingers that were wrapped around Loki’s wrist tightened as a headless body clad in a Shield issued suit came into view. You screwed your eyes shut and halted for a moment as you took deep breathes to try and clam yourself.  Slightly cold fingers engulfed your hand gave it a small but reassuring squeeze.

“I’m fine.” You declared softly; more to convince yourself than him; before you carefully side-stepped the body; only to accidently bump the unseen de-attached head and send it rolling down the hall. Your eyes seemed to have a mind of their own because even though your brain kept telling you to look away before you lost your lunch your eyes were trained on the bouncing head.

“Ah crap.” You cried as a dark brown, almost black, hand reached down and plucked the head up mid-bounce.  A feeling of complete and utter despair crept over you as you followed the hand up to the snarling face of the beastly creature and the five other faces that surrounded it. Together the six of them let out a guttural sound that scared the crap out of you; course you would never admit that; before they charged. The moment they began their attack you whipped out your pistol and started popping them in the head or chest.  You grinned to yourself as the last one crumpled to the ground; only to have your smile be wiped away with the arrival of seven more un-earthly creatures.

“Looks like guns are a bad idea.” You stated the pretty much obvious while you holstered your weapon. With lightning speed you snatched up an enemy weapon and began a hasty search for a way to fire it; after all their weapons were virtually silent.  After a small groan of impatience your fingers finally stumbled upon the trigger and a blast of blue plasma out of it. Although by the time you were able to figure the thing out the Chitauri were too close for you to shoot them all before they got to you. You did manage, however, to take three down before the first one got to you.

    Your stolen plasma rifle1 was swiftly knocked from your hands and you barely had enough time to jump backwards to avoid getting backhanded.  The ugly creature hissed at you, exposing its sharp teeth and the putrid smell of its breath. Your nose crinkled in disgust and the stench triggered nausea, but you were able to push that back while you used the heel of your right hand to do an uppercut of sorts on his lower jaw so that it slammed back up and cut off the rancid stench.  You swiftly hooked the fingers of your right hand around its jaw while your left hand grabbed the right side of its neck from behind. With as much strength as you could muster you jerked your right hand to the right as you pulled your left hand to the left, efficiently snapping its neck.

     Although in the time it took for you to take down the thing closest to you the other four had become much to close and you were forced to take a few steps back for safety as you pondered your next move. In a semi act of desperation you struck out with your leg to kick it in the chest (only because you were not sure if the creature before was a male or not) but before your foot could land the Chitauri caught your leg and immediately twisted it, causing you to fall and your hip to be slightly dislocated.  You let out a sharp yelp as you attempted to get back on your feet as fast as possible. Unfortunately for you your current opponent was much faster; so by the time you were about halfway up you had already been seized by your hair. He/she vehemently yanked on your hair forcing you upwards while you hissed in pain. Its fist easily collided with your face; making warm blood trickle from both your nostrils. Your captor pulled back their arm in preparation for a second hit, but a blue beam put a hole in its head before it was able to release the muscles that were poised to strike you once again.

    “Ow.” You exclaimed as you neck bent to its extreme from getting drug down by the fingers still tangled in your hair. Your own fingers flew to where you were still connected to the corpse but the dead hand was deeply knotted. With a light growl of exasperation you quickly dropped to the ground to ease the strain on your neck and kicked the legs of remaining Chitauri.   Both of them fell down from your strikes and the moment their heads were in range you began kicking them without mercy until two more blasts to the head with their own weapons put them out of commission.

    Your eyes darted to where Loki stood a few feet away with a plasma rifle in his hands, and a new feeling of dread chased away your relief. You were as silent as the corpses around you as you watched him stride toward you till he was right next to your head. His gaze flicked between you and the weapon he held in his grasp. Finally, just as you were beginning to sweat bullets he slowly lowered his gun to the ground as he knelt beside you and began to work on getting you hair free.

“Thanks.” You told him once the foreign hand was removed from you. Loki merely shrugged before he moved forward to retrieve your dropped weapon.  

“Alright so that last batch came from around the left corner. So I guess we should take the left hallway…. or should we go with the first batch and take the right one?”  You mused over the two options for a moment before you turned your gaze to ask which he thought the two of you should take, but when you looked at him you noticed that his attention was behind you. You turned to see what he was staring at, but all you could see was dead bodies and rubble.

“What is it?” You asked after you momentarily forgot his lack of ability to speak. His eyes held panic as his eyes shot to yours. You went to ask him again but before you could utter a single syllable he rushed forward and clapped his hand over your mouth.  Your first reaction was to bite him, or kick him in his royal junk, but a single voice in the back of your head made you refrain from doing so. Loki rapidly stepped backwards until the two of you were rounded the left corner.

“What was out there?” You whispered yelled once you ripped Loki’s hand off. Loki just kind of looked at you with a “really” expression on his face.

“Alright fine…. I just know I’m going to get in trouble for this, but I’m going to cut your mouth open.” You declared while you combed your pockets for a knife. When you finally was able to produce one you swiftly yanked Loki down to your face level and semi-gently began to saw through the thick thread that held his lips together.

This took forever to write because of the fight scenes. That and my life is actually picking up... sorta.
So I call the Chitauri's weapons plasma rifles because when I wiki'd them the page said that the weapons shot out plasma beams and the weapon was referred to as a rifle. Thus plasma rifle was born.
O yeah and Loki finally gets to talk next chapter!!!

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ShadowXLoki's avatar
is loki talk now