Just Relax

Malekith sneers at Sasha's weakened form, delivering a sharp kick to her side. Loki lunges at him, the chains around his wrist keeping him from getting very far—an anguished roar escaping from him. The god continued to struggle as Sasha's beating continued until he could no longer tell if the twenty-five year old was even breathing. "This is your fault, Asgardian," the Dark Elf snarls, kicking Sasha hard enough for her to slide across the room and hit the wall hard.

Loki's emerald eyes follow his love, using what was left of his magic to start working on breaking the chains hold him back. Slowly, the links of the chain begin to melt and fall away enough that when he pulled at the again they gave way and he was able to charge at the elf; both of them tumbling to the hard ground. The god's hands wrap around Malekith's throat, squeezing and letting magic flow through him into the elf.

Sasha watches through a swollen left eye, her right one swollen completely shut, as her dark Prince forces her captor into convulsions; his pale blue eyes rolling into the back of his head. Painfully, she rises to her feet and stumbles over to Loki once Malekith's body goes limp, collapsing onto her knees beside him. She could see Loki crying softly and took his face in her broken and bleeding hands. "Loki," she rasps," it's okay; he's gone now and cannot hurt anyone."

Emerald clashes with onyx as he meets her gaze and sees her pleading expression for him to just let go and take her far away from Svartalfheim—back to her family on Midgard. "Alright, Sasha, let us go home." She manages a small smile, allowing him to pick her up bridal style and use his magic to teleport them both back to Earth in front of Stark Tower. "Sasha …" Loki trails off, trying very hard not to move too suddenly. "Sasha, will you marry me?" She tilts her head to the side in confusion. "Is that not the proper way to ask?"

"No," she shakes her head, smiling now despite the pain from her split lip," that's the proper way, but I never expected to hear it from you." Loki raises a single dark brow at her response. "I'd love to marry you, Loki. Just, don't kiss me till I brush my teeth and get the blood taste out of my mouth."

"Ah yes, and I suppose I should inform your parents." Both look nervous at the task, deciding to leave it until the last possible moment. After all, the Avengers deserved a surprise every now and again.

And so that's how Loki proposed; I had to put Malekith in there considering Christopher Eccleston plays him in Thor and he also plays my second favorite Doctor.