Quite a few of you who read Girl With One Eye kept wondering about what would’ve happened if the reader had chosen to leave with Loki. So, after giving it much thought, I decided to go with it a write an alternate version.
Hope you guys enjoy it 🙂
Warnings: 13×20 spoilers, angst, all the angst, so much angst, inspired by the song Girl With One Eye by Florence + The Machine, paragraphs in italic taken directly from the original version of this fic, if you haven’t checked the original one, please go and read it!
Word Count: 3000+
“We could leave,” his voice brought you back from your wandering moment, completely taking you off guard by his proposal. “Gabriel is going to kill Sleipnir regardless of what I try to do, and he now has two hunters by his side.”
Your lips parted to say something, but he raised a finger between the two of you, as if asking you to let him continue speaking. “He has them, but he doesn’t have you. I said we could leave, run away with me.” Loki smiled seductively, an inviting light sparking in his eyes. “Killing you would be low, like he’s doing with my family, and yes, it hurts. But you’re what he supposedly loves the most, and he broke your heart. This is your chance to get back at him, I’ll take care of you.”
“I– I…” you stuttered, feeling yourself consider what he was offering to you. A new life, freedom from hunting, from having to deal with everything threatening the world. Loki really wasn’t going to kill you, you knew it by now. All he wanted, was to take from Gabriel what he’d taken from him.
It all started in your dreams months ago. Looking at Gabriel now, you can’t help but think back to your old, naive life. Thinking about it was like reminiscing on a vacation you’d seen in a movie.
As you watched Gabriel’s mouth move and the apologies spilled out like a waterfall, you can’t help your focus shifting. The words hit your ear but don’t register in your mind. You notice the way his lips open and it reminds you of when he’d used to tell dumb jokes that had you laughing all day.
His eyes twitch amusedly, his eyebrow quirking up.
You narrow yours, puzzled.
“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
These were the first words you’d heard come out of his mouth in the last few minutes of your daydreaming.
You press your lips together, humming a low note under your breath.
“Not really,” you shrug.
The whole thing seems pointless to you. Anger, lying, betrayal, they all had nothing against pure joy. The world was so messed up and for what reason?
Gabriel had only wanted you safe, and despite his deceit, you feel a wave of nostalgia wash over you. Fighting and holding grudges were just too exhausting any more.
Gabriel’s features turn softer and less mischievous. His mouth opens again as you try focusing on the words.
“I really am sorry, Y/n,” the sentence falls from his lips with such self-hatred and resentment that it’s hard to not apologize yourself.
“I know,” you whisper, catching a glimpse of the glimmering wetness in his eyes.
Gabriel glances up from the floor to you. He was afraid, you could tell. Afraid of your anger, afraid of not being able to fix his wrongs, afraid of losing you.
“Still love me?” He grins slightly, mouth twitching upwards.
The next few moments are torturous for both of you. Gabriel not knowing your answer, despite his outward wavering confidence. And you, wondering whether to let his one mistake decide both of your lives.
You feel the deep pressure of your heart pumping throughout your body. The steady beat calms you and gives you a moment of clarity.
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling Gabriel’s torso into yours. You press your forehead against his, wiping away a stray tear that falls down his cheek with your thumb.
Gabriel’s bright golden orbs gaze into yours. He’s shaking, if only a little bit, from worry.
“I’ll always love you, doofus,” you mumble, feeling the breath of Gabriel’s sharp exhale on your face.
You grin, moving your head so that your chin is leaning on his shoulder, hugging him properly.
His weight shifts as you press into him; he’s holding you steady, his hands firmly planted on your waist.
Gabriel made his mistakes, and both of you knew that. All that mattered now was now.
Your past, though altered and rearranged, did not define you. And Gabriel’s didn’t define his, either.
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