Avengers React To Loki Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Loki had always been my wise and comforting companion, but now, he displayed signs of concern. "Listen to Ashford, Alexei," Loki's voice resonated in my thoughts. "This isn't a wise path to follow. Sneaking into the pack house could lead to grave consequences. The guards are everywhere, and you risk exposing yourself to danger." Despite Loki's warnings, my determination was unwavering. My overwhelming desire to see Tori had clouded my judgment, and I responded with a hint of stubbornness, "Loki, I understand the risks, but I can't wait any longer. I need to see Tori. It's something I must do."

That was how long I had to call off the lightning storm before us—less than a freaking second. "Fucking hell, your child is crazy.", Olivia screamed. Everyone breathed relief, and Olivia stepped out of the vehicle and doubled down on her knees as she took heavy breaths. "Are you mad? Do you want to kill us?" My father screamed at me. I wasn't trying to kill them. I knew they would talk before the car got to the lighting. If they had chosen to be stubborn, I would have had to call off the storm. I was shocked that they had all reacted that way. They thought I was going to kill them. They did not know me. Magnus... None of them knew me.

Despite trying, I couldn’t hear or smell anyone until I was close enough to see them. Looking up, Haidan and Antoine were the first to spot me. However, when they noticed my expression, their faces fell and they were already on the move. “What’s wrong?” Haidan asked, cuddling Serenity close to her chest. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Haidan,” I whimpered, feeling tears begin to form in my eyes. “My senses. My inner lycan. They’re gone.” I tried to remain calm as Haidan's expression fell.

Vivianne— the daughter of the Lycan chairman walked gracefully from the front row, every single eye in the room followed her as she wore that big smile that made my stomach turn, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “No…” I whispered, but my voice was overshadowed by the happy claps from the pack members. At that moment, I began hearing whispers— I swear I could feel fingers pointing at me. Someone in the crowd whispered, “But Ariana is his mate.” Another voice followed, sharp and pitiful, “Guess she wasn’t enough.” “Politics,” a man muttered. “Lucien Blackwell owns half the Council. The boy made a smart move by choosing his daughter.” My heart cracked. Every word sliced deepe