HarbingerofFrost || AU

harbingeroffrost:

ask-agentcoulson:

It was cold out, like it always was in this barren forest. His fingers were chilled past the glove and to the bone as he gripped the stiff straps of his backpack, breath hanging in the air amongst the hard branches. Agent Coulson heard the soft sounds of snow crunching under his footsteps as he trekked carefully through the trees.

And there it was, in it’s hidden spot. The rocks of a cavern shaped ominously open. Ominous to strangers, but to Phil… Well, he hoped he was welcome…

His stroll was still the only echo off the cave walls, and he felt the familiar air of warmth with every step closer. Phil let it brush over his ears, his nose, welcomed it. The darkness soon stopped, the light greeting him as he finally reached it. The hidden oasis in a valley of frost, Phil thought with a small smile.

And then it fell. At the sound of a violent thud he blinked slowly at the unexpected noise. He took a step over the threshold, hesitant.

“…Loki…?” His call was answered with a faint and troubling whimper. The agent froze, unsure. A hand reached up on his waist, gloved fingers brushing over the grip of his pistol. His steps brought in further into the hidden fortresses until…

He saw it. Him. A crumpled mass on the floor. Phil was at his side in a moment, his hands on him, panic pumping through him. “Loki, what ha—”

The question caught in his throat at the sight of the stitches, the bandages on his eyes, his ears. What…What was this?

He gripped the Asgardian’s shoulders, “Lo…ki…?”

The trickster pawed blindly at the ground, trying to feel grab hold of something so that he may figure out where he was… He could not hear the man’s approach, but the vibrations in the floor gave him away. His heart quickened in his chest as the unknown intruder grabbed his shoulders.

Panic rose in him and he quickly pulled away, quickly trying to distance himself from the possible attacker. He scooted away till his back hit a wall, the prince’s brow knitted as he put his hands up in defense. How was he to defend himself when he could not see or hear…?

The god pulled his knees in close, curling up against the floor, trying to hide himself from the intruder. He took in panicked breaths through his nose, his whole body trembling in a mixture of pain and sheer terror…

A soft whine escaped him, a plead.

The agent fell off balance as the other attempted to shake him off, confusion crossing his features. He took a knee steadily, arm outstretched towards the God. Hesitantly, he watched as Loki tried running away, pressing himself against the wall as much as he could. Phil’s brows, too, knitted together.

“Loki,” He said again, softly this time. Slowly, he moved closer to him, hand reaching. His knees brushed up against Loki’s legs as fingertips touched over the God’s cheek gently. “Can you hear me…?”

The crimson that thinly dripped from the tricksters ears proved otherwise. Phil was struck with a pang of hurtful fear. He took his cheek in hand, the other finding his shoulder again.