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"Time & the Trickster"- MASTERLIST A MCU/Doctor Who crossover
by ijuststareatstuffhereok89
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One last-ditch effort to prevent his total sacrifice at the TVA sends Loki careening through the Timelines until he finds what may be the strangest one of all: one where there is only one Realm, gods and heroes are but the subjects of stories, and Loki is nothing more than a silly character played by a rather dashing actor. His only hope comes in the form of the first person he meets, who suggests a mysterious mad Doctor might be his only chance to return home. 
PAIRING: eventual Loki x Reader, hinted Ten x Rose Tyler GENRE: Time-Travel Adventure, Romance, Some Smut CONTENT WARNING (DNI, 18+ ONLY): some elements of smut, character betrayal, anti-Sylvie, more to come
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Prologue: The Stone 1- A Birthday Surprise 2- Window to the World 3- The Doctor and I --Coming Soon! 4- The Magic I Can Do
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"Time & the Trickster" A Loki/Doctor Who crossover
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Chapter 2: Window to the World
Having Loki in your apartment leaves you both confused and star-struck. But fangirl crushes will have to wait as you take it upon yourself to give Loki a history lesson about your reality and his role in it.
CHAPTER WARNING: none
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You were an early riser, and always had been. Even on mornings after you’d not slept well, you were usually able to greet the day with at least some energy. It was your superpower: you were the only morning person you knew. It was usually good for adding an extra hour or so of recreation to your day. 
You needed that superpower more so today than ever. For once, when you woke up and remembered why you were splayed out like a deflating sex doll on the sofa, not a shred of dignity to be found in your position, you felt your head begin to pound. 
Coffee…bring me to life…
You glimpsed at the Loki figurine on the kitchen island where you’d stashed it without thinking. Scrunching your nose, you went to the cupboard to start brewing a strong pot of Elixir of Life (French Vanilla light roast). 
You weren’t sure what to think. If your new houseguest was truthful, that meant you presently had the God of Mischief in your bed. Hell, it meant that the God of Mischief, as well as Thor, Odin, and Asgard, existed. And what did that mean for everyone else in those movies? How did he even find himself here, and where was his intended path? 
And, perhaps the biggest question of all: how was he supposed to get back to where he came from? Should he even be allowed to go? After all, it wasn’t like Loki from The Avengers was a good person. What if you had an intergalactic criminal in there? Lying not about his identity but about his benign existence? 
Heh, I guess I had stranger days in college. 
You heard shuffling at the front door. After a few moments of keys jangling, Joey came in, looking worse than when he’d left you hours ago. 
“More fun at work, asshole?” you said with a sneer. 
“Always,” he said, taking a seat on the other side of the island on a barstool. “Actually, I did a lot of cleaning shit out tonight.”
“Good. Serves you right for making me spend my last hundred bucks on Prince Loki in there,” you replied. “That was our grocery money, by the way. Hope you like the Crackers and Oxygen Diet.”
Joey laughed. “I was thinking about it…about him,” he said after a brief pause. “And I was wondering if you thought the same thing I did.”
“What about?”
“About The Doctor.” 
The timer on the coffee pot beeped. You swiped two cheap mugs stolen from a hotel room and placed them in front of your brother. 
You nodded. “I definitely thought about him.”
“Maybe it’s not such a weird coincidence that he looks like him, Sis,” Joey reasoned as you poured. “I mean, that kook in London sure looks like David Tennant.”
“It’s a publicity stunt, genius,” you said, bringing one of the full mugs to your nose so that you could inhale the gentle, earthy aroma. You were already beginning to feel more awake. 
“Disney owns the Loki side of things, but not the Who side,” said Joey. “I doubt the BBC and MCU would do something like this at the same time.” 
You smiled and took a slightly longer look at him. Despite his disheveled appearance, Joey really did look like your father to a T. “You and Dad watched all the old Doctor Who stuff. I just watched the Thor movies for the…”
You looked briefly at the toy on the counter. 
“...plot.” 
Joey took a long sip of coffee, rolling his eyes before setting the cup down to express his thoughts. “Sure you did, Sis. Hey…uh…didn’t you lose your virginity to the audiobook for High Rise?”
“SHUT UP!” you barked defensively, absentmindedly taking a sugar cube from a glass nearby and chucking it at his face. Your aim was wide (and half-assed), and instead of hitting your target, the cube flew across the room and landed at Loki’s bare foot. 
You hadn’t noticed him open the door or leave the bedroom. “Oh,” you gasped.
“Hey, Loki! Good morning, soldier!” Joey raised his mug in toast. 
Loki looked a little bewildered, but otherwise mentally intact. “Did I miss something?” He bent over and scooped the sugar cube, holding it between two of his fingers, observing it. 
You shook your head. “No. Uh, coffee?”
“Um,” was all Loki said before Joey gestured to his own seat, getting up and offering it. Loki felt compelled to take it. 
“Hey,” Joey said in an aside to you as Loki helped himself to a coffee mug, “We should tell him.” 
“About how he’s a fictional character? I was going to.”
“About The Doctor,” Joey repeated. “I’m just saying, maybe it’s NOT so weird that two time-jumpers landed here after all.”
Shaking your head, you disagreed. “I want to show him the movies first,” you said, looking briefly over your shoulder. “If he is who he says he is, then he doesn’t know the truth. We can’t send him out into the world as a helpless little dingus. Someone could take advantage of him.”
Your brother sighed. “I guess. I’m gonna shower and get some sleep. Maybe when I wake up we can talk about what to do.”
You gritted your teeth and groaned. “He sounds like he wants to get back to where he came from as soon as possible.”
Laughing, Joey headed for the bathroom, barely large enough for him to turn around in. “I don’t think he has much choice.” 
“No, that’s not what I’m worried about,” you added. “What if he gets desperate and, like, hurts one of us?”
He shrugged and said quickly as he closed the door, “Well, try not to bleed onto the rug. The landlord’ll add that to our rent.” 
You rolled your eyes. Thanks, Joey. 
You turned to go back to the kitchen island to help Loki with something to eat, but stopped in your tracks when you saw that he had found the figurine, and was holding it up in front of him as if it were covered in syrup. 
“Y/N, what is this?”
Your jaw fell open as your heart began to race. You couldn’t explain the look on Loki’s face; it was as if he was wrestling in his mind between confusion and amusement. 
“I…”
Loki was smiling as he held the trinket closer to his eyes, observing the details. “My my…” he mumbled. “Why does Midgard have toys of my likeness in this timeline? Am I a hero?”
His smile peeled further back on his cheeks as he had a realization. 
“Do…do you admire me, Miss Y/N?”
Your skin went ice cold when he winked with a chuckle. Your mind was short-circuiting. This was a super fan’s anxiety nightmare come to life, and it was your show. You did the one thing you knew would work to get you out of it: change the subject. 
“Loki,” you said solemnly, “There’s something I need to show you.” 
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You called in to work (the shop owner was a retired teacher with a sweet disposition, so she understood that you “had family in town”) and brought out Joey’s DVD cases. Between the two of you, you owned the DVDs of the entire Infinity Saga. Joey even burned a few bootleg copies of one of the streaming shows, but alas, it was Wandavision, not Loki’s show. You couldn’t afford any streaming services, and since password sharing/stealing was no longer possible, you only had these discs and basic cable as your entertainment in the evenings.
I wonder what’s in his serial, you thought. Has he lived it yet? Should I warn him about spoilers?
You laid out a spread of snacks, in case Loki got lightheaded or distressed over what he saw.  Luckily, sleep had remedied some of his anxiety, at least to your eye. He appeared fine with the idea of sitting back for most of the day with movies. 
“So, what do you know about this place? This world?” you asked as you hit the pause button as the opening logos of Thor began to appear. 
Loki was sitting formally, with immaculate posture. “My seidr doesn’t work here. And your version of a Loki variant is possibly fictional and enshrined within these documentaries you are about to show me.”
“What’s a variant?” you asked. 
“It doesn’t matter,” Loki said after a moment’s pause. “Show me the films,” he added with a hint of sadness. 
Thus began your day watching Loki watch himself in movies. It wasn’t exactly what you’d pictured you would be doing with him if he ever became real, but at least you weren’t bickering or fighting Christopher Eccleston. He seemed entranced, a little disturbed, but also fascinated in earnest. Once in a while, he even made a critic’s comment on the filmmakers’ and actors’ choices. It made you smile when he did, because his shoulders relaxed, he sat back against the sofa cushion. He was becoming comfortable with you. 
He remarked that Thor’s film counterpart was a bit off in particular: the real God of Thunder was apparently a bit less bumbling. He was as much a hunter as he was a soldier, which gave him sharper instincts than what was portrayed on screen. Still, the physical resemblance was outright uncanny. 
“So, to be clear: in your world, Loki is ONLY a character?” he asked. 
Nodding, you hoped he wouldn’t have some kind of existential crisis triggered by your honesty. “Yes. All of these people are the result of actors acting and writers writing.”
“And Midgard is the only Realm that exists?”
“As far as we know, and we’ve mapped the stars pretty well.”
“...and there’s no magic? Or Avengers?”
“Not outside of Comic Con.” 
“This fellow playing my role is a bit theatrical.”
You nearly snorted your water. Loki even made you laugh once in a while. “You really think so? Isn’t that the point, though?” you giggled. Loki looked at you warmly. 
“Your laugh is nice,” he said. “I am fond of the sound of laughter. You know, I notice these stories neglect my more playful side. I wasn’t always a parasuicidal, power-maddened Prince.”
You raised a teasing eyebrow, and he shrugged. “To be fair, I did say not always.”
He knew more about the plot than you expected. You noticed in some scenes he mouthed the dialogue verbatim, which sent shivers down your back to see. Other times, he seemed as clueless as a first-time viewer as to what was happening, especially when you popped in Ragnarok after a brief lunch break. 
“That wasn’t at all how Sakaar happened,” he hissed bitterly. “I never attempted to betray Thor, and would’ve never allowed him to electrocute me without my permission!” 
You chose to skip over the next film (ignoring Loki’s odd addendum about ‘permission’) and you got the feeling Loki knew why. “Thank you,” he said, “yes, I know what happens to me on the ship after Ragnarok.” 
“How?” you asked. “You’re not as surprised by some of this as I thought.”
“I’m surprised by some of the accuracy, yes,” he admitted, looking at you with a twinge of sorrow in his eyes. “But you aren’t the first one to bring my life’s review before my eyes like this.”
“Who was the first? And how?” you wondered. 
“Are there other films of this Loki?” Loki asked. “I can show you what happens next. Surely you know my life didn’t exactly end there.” 
“Sort of.” 
You got up from the sofa to clear the boxes of old Chinese leftovers as you explained. “You do get away in the next one, the last one. They figure out time travel. Thor finds a universe where you escape from arrest after taking over New York.”
“Yes,” recalled Loki, “but did they show you what happened after that? Where I fell?”
You bit your lip as you crammed everything into the overflowing garbage can as far down as possible. “Not unless you can afford fifteen extra bucks a month,” you admitted. “There is more, but I don’t have access to it.” 
“We need to find it,” Loki decided. You were about to agree when he changed his tone: “Oh…perhaps I can regale you with the antics of the TVA myself?”
The way he looked at you, hopeful that you’d agree to hear his version of the next chapter of his life instead of the MCU’s, warmed your heart. You had to fight back your urge to leap across the room and embrace him. Scaring him was the absolute last thing you wanted to do. What you did do was sit next to him again and fold your legs underneath you. 
You said simply, “Please.”
And he did. For hours after. 
There was something in the way he wove a tale that felt not quite of this planet. His delivery was almost exaggerated as he told you about the TVA, Mobius, Sylvie, and OB, as well as Kang and Ravonna, and how he ended up unconscious and naked in an alley on South Salina street. 
His voice was hot and soothing, like a drink of tomato soup against a dry, raw throat. You could have melted into his lap as he described everyone and everything, all of the marvelous lands that didn’t exist for you, the magnificent species and cultures, and the horrendous monsters he’d beaten. 
You didn’t particularly care for Sylvie, who sounded like she thrived off of Persecution Complex and attention like a lamprey fed off of a shark’s hind. The way he described both her and Mobius, with equal fondness and perhaps even love, made you sink back in your seat. You were suddenly not as giddy inside.
“You love her,” you said softly and suggestively. 
Loki shook his head in denial. “I thought I did until I repeatedly attempted to pull her away from the Citadel.” 
“What happened there?”
He explained that he’d realized there, after repeatedly trying to pull her away from her desire to murder Kang and set the timelines into brutal chaos on a scale not even Loki could contain, that sometimes people don't change. It was all Loki could do to accept that perhaps the trite little world in Oklahoma that Sylvie longed for was, perhaps, the one she belonged in after all. 
“I don't agree,” you said stubbornly, sticking out your chest in a bit of cartoonish defiance. “She needs to be held accountable for nearly taking down all of reality.” 
He sighed. “No, I don’t see how. Her fate is not mine, nor is mine hers. She couldn’t take my place.”
“Your place?” you asked inquisitively. “You mention so many weird things, Loki, and expect me to know them.”
He didn’t answer you. Instead, the wheels in his head were sparked into action, and he looked for a moment as if he were reading something in the air in front of him as his idea materialized. 
“Maybe…” he suddenly said. “...the stone!”
“What?” you asked, snapping out of your dreamy trance. 
“We have to go back for the stone!” Loki snapped up off of the sofa as if his ass were on springs. It startled you. “Where I landed!”
“Loki! You don’t know your way around here at all! It was dark and rainy last night, so how do you expect to find it?” you slowly got to your feet and put your hands on your hips. 
“There was a street sign nearby. S. Salina street! I’ll know what it looks like,” Loki promised, grabbing your hand and dragging you toward the door. “Quickly!” 
“Oh my god,” you said, your breath quickening, your anxiety beginning to rush upon you. “Please slow down before I pass out. This is all so much!” 
You sat back down again, this time on the barstool closest to you. Laying your head on the island, you let out the smallest, lowest moan of frustration. “This couldn’t have been a normal day…”
You didn’t expect to feel Loki’s large, cool hand on your shoulder. You could feel his skin through your flimsy cami top, and it only took a moment before you began to calm. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have assumed that people here move with the frequent urgency they do where I come from.”  
The tempest waters slowly receded. You turned around, craning your neck to look up at him. You were suddenly conscious of how much of a train wreck you must’ve appeared. You’d never gotten out of the leggings you wore to bed…the leggings with the two gaping holes in the inner thigh seams. 
You quickly slammed your thighs together, but if Loki noticed, he was a true Prince about it and didn’t say a word. Instead, he wiped a small piece of hair from your eye. “Have I made you ill?”
“No! Err…” 
A moment of frightening silence passed as the pair of you stood and sat where you were, simply observing one another as two creatures from different planes learning all they could about each other.
Meanwhile it wasn’t helping your blood pressure as you were still having difficulty absorbing the fact that you were staring into the literal face of your teenage sexual awakening. Surely he wasn’t looking at you the same way, but his studious eyes with pounding urgency behind them were taking you in regardless. You felt vulnerable…vulnerable and turned on like a seat warmer in January. 
Finally, you couldn’t stand it anymore, and you broke the silence. “If you really think you know where on that street it is, I’m calling a cab.” 
On your way out the door, you dug into Joey’s jean jacket pocket, just knowing you’d find treasure. Indeed, it only took a moment before you found his tip wallet, and pulled out several tens and twenties before replacing it. Thank god you finished your shift last night, jerk. 
You didn’t bother waiting for Loki to ask before saying, “Don’t worry, he owes me way more than that.” 
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The rainstorm had receded, but the after effects were worse. 
The heat of the waning spring was thick in the air this afternoon, the sun hanging high and dry over the city with not even a wisp of cirrus obscuring it. Humidity radiated off the concrete streets and sidewalks, turning the pavement into a massive stovetop. Luckily, Joey and Loki shared a shoe size (in spite of his diminutive height, he had a larger bone structure that led to large hands and feet). A few buildings over, near one of the corners, a small group of kids had managed to crack open an old fire hydrant and were running under the makeshift water fountain, ignoring the hollers of the angry adults scolding them. It had to be ninety degrees with the heat index, which was hot for this time of year, with summer inbound but still another ten days away. 
Sadly, shoe size was the ONLY size Loki and Joey had in common, and the God was forced to wear the smelly castoffs from the police station the night before. You counted the bounty you’d stolen from your brother as you waited for the cab. “I think we have enough to get you something from the Salvation Army while we’re out. It won’t be pretty, but at least it’ll be clean…and not so full of holes and stains!”
“The Army! That’s what I need!” Loki shot back, causing you to roll your eyes. 
“Sweet Jesus, Loki, I still have so much to teach you.” 
You asked the cabbie to drive low and slow as you drove about the city, down to the south end on the other side of the highway divide. Once there, you were surprised by how quickly it took for Loki to shout “Stop! Stop the car!” 
The cabbie did as he was told, and you threw two twenties at him. No need to force him to linger, especially when you had other places to go within walking distance. 
Loki pulled you along by the wrist as he maneuvered down the familiar street. 
 “There! That’s where I awoke!” 
He ducked into an alleyway, lined high along each side with filled trash bags, loaded dumpsters, and wet, crumbling cardboard boxes. Immediately, he turned to the west wall and began looking down at the ground, as if he was just going to find this stone lying on the ground. 
“Hey, I got bad news for you, Loki,” you whispered, “if this stone was shiny and bright like the one in the movies…it probably wouldn’t last very long just out in the open in a neighborhood like this.” 
He didn’t listen, but as the minutes passed, he realized that you were right. The stone was absolutely and undeniably not in the alley. Someone had made off with it. 
“The old man with the…territorial streak,” he mumbled to himself, recalling the first face he’d seen when he arrived in Syracuse. 
Before you could ask what he meant, you were cut off by the sound of laughter from across the road. 
“Oooh look, Naked Loki’s back! In clothes!” shouted Di, whooping gleefully from the same deck as she’d been last night. “Thank the Lord! Hi, Naked Loki!” she cheered as she waved vigorously in your direction. 
“I think he was better off when he wasn’t wearing anything!” giggled her roommate.
“Hello, ladies,” Loki said briefly, waving sheepishly and tipping a non-existent hat to them without moving closer. “May I inquire something of you?”
Di and her roommate laughed again, and Di primped her hair. “Well, I’ll see what I can be inquired of.” She laced her reply with a British accent that would’ve made Dick Van Dyke shake his head in shame. The sass more than made up for it. You nearly lost your mind in sudden laughter. 
“The crazy man who shouted at me from this alley last night--”
“--Abe?”
“Yes! Abe! Exactly! Abe!” Loki snapped to full attention, a positive bounce in his step as he finally moved in on his new friends. You followed behind him slowly, stepping back to let a car pass first. “Do you know what Abe does with things he finds? Shiny things? Does he stash them somewhere or sell them?”
“Shiny things, like what?” asked Di. 
Loki tried to get her to understand. “Like an emerald, perhaps?”
Di shrugged. “I know he’s got some kind of relationship with Kit at the pawn shop near Gannon’s. I guess he’d go there to sell. Dunno if he does, though.” 
“Thank you, my Lady,” said Loki graciously, thinking nothing of taking the woman’s hand in his and laying a brief kiss on it. 
“Woo! Come on back anytime, Naked Loki!” she squealed. 
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"Time & the Trickster"   A Loki/Doctor Who crossover
by ijuststareatstuffhereok89
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Chapter 1: A Birthday Surprise
After getting a call from your mischievous brother asking you to bail him out of jail (again), you meet a curious man who claims to be from another reality. But getting him home from jail is just the beginning of your woes.
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He didn’t know it was possible before now, but Loki’s headache was even worse as he came to again, immediately finding himself in a new, startling situation. 
Loki lay on his back, spread-eagled on a frigid concrete floor. The hot-pink fleece throw was laid strategically over his privates (as if it did anything!). The ceiling was the same bland hue as the floor, but the shadow of a wall of steel bars fell over his face, complicating the view. Two of the four walls of this cold room were made of bars. The other two consisted of solid rock, littered with graffiti and etchings.
It was a prison cell.
“Of all the nerve!” Loki muttered bitterly, sitting up as quickly as his migraine would allow. “What am I doing here? Guard? Soldier?” 
“Hey, what’s your story?” 
A diminutive man with tanned skin and wearing a baggy black muscle shirt underneath a denim jacket four sizes too large, sat on the only bench in the cell. In his panic, Loki hadn’t realized that he wasn’t alone.
“Where am I?” Loki asked for what had to have been the hundredth time that night. “Please, just answer me.”
His cellmate shrugged. “They brought you in already knocked out, huh?”
“I…suppose they did, yes.”
“You’re in the tank, the police station off Clinton Square. You’ll be out once you call someone and make bail.” 
“I…I have no one to make bail for me,” Loki said sadly, rubbing his forehead. “At least I don’t think so. I’m beginning to get the feeling I’m alone on this plane.”
The man looked sympathetic. “Maybe when my sister gets here she’ll get you out too. You just got into a street fight. Can’t be more than fifty or a hundred bucks for you.” 
“Sister?” Loki asked. 
“She always says its the last time she’ll have my back, but when you’re all the other one has, I guess that’s always up for negotiation,” the man reasoned. He got up and removed his large denim jacket, laying it over Loki, who gratefully laid it over his lap. “What can I say? I love a good bar scrap!” 
He stuck his hand out at Loki, who paused before taking it. “I’m Joey, by the way.” 
“I’m Loki, pleasure to meet you,” he mumbled. 
Joey snickered and rolled his eyes. “Oh, okay, I was gonna bring it up, but you already know how much you look like him, but maybe you still have vodka on the brain. The cops here won’t buy the ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here’ thing, you know. Trust me, I’ve shared a cell with Hugh Grant, Barack Obama, two Jesus Christs and a Chris Evans.”
“Look, Joey, I really am, I mean, I need to find someone--”
“--Just keep your head down, bro. I bet my sis will be here any minute with her wallet full of freedom.” 
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It always rained on your birthday. Every single year.
Here it was, ten o’clock at night, and you weren’t even at the bar with your friends or trying to pick up a date. Instead, you were angrily running down the wet sidewalk that ran parallel to Clinton Square, holding an umbrella that did fuck-all to keep you dry in the downpour, on your way to bail your little brother out of the drunk tank. Again. 
There was a reason everyone who knew your family called him ‘Jailbird Joey.’ It seemed like his run-ins with the beat cops in towns were becoming more frequent with the years putting distance between you and your parents’ untimely deaths. Granted, he was never run in for any charge worse than public intoxication, but it was still an embarrassment. You were hoping that he would’ve given you a break for your damn birthday, though. 
If he weren’t your only family, and if he weren’t really just a diamond in the rough, you would’ve thrown him out of your apartment by now. Sometimes, you thought if he could just get out of the city and see more of the world, perhaps he’d find something to motivate him to set a goal or explore a new life path. 
As if, you sneered to yourself, walking up the steps of the police station. Nothing ever changes.
It was such a typical event for Joey to call you for bail that the receptionist at the front desk of the precinct nodded and mouthed your name while listening to whoever was engaging her on the phone. You were getting to know everyone at the station so well, at least one of the cops was thinking of inviting you to his daughter’s bat mitzvah.
“Hey Martha,” you sighed. “Can I go back?”
She nodded silently and pointed to the right, down a long white hallway. You walked right down, not even bothering to sign in like you should have. 
You reached a second desk near a heavy, locked steel door. A familiar face, large and red, greeted you with a knowing nod. 
“How much for him today, Jim?” you asked, as if you were asking for a cut of beef instead of your brother’s freedom. 
“For both of ‘em...two-hundred.”
“Both?” you asked. “I’m sorry?”
“Joey said you’d spot his new pal, Naked Jake,” said the cop, shrugging casually.
“Oh come on, Jim, it’s my birthday, can’t you cut me a deal? I didn’t ask for--”
“--sorry, judge sets bail,” he said harshly. 
“Well, I’ll pay his, but as for his mooch friend, he can rot,” you said angrily, digging into your wallet and throwing down a hundred dollar bill. “Not sure where he got the idea that I’m made of money, anyway.”
“Very well,” Jim mumbled, prodding a large red button with his index finger. After a loud buzz that made your brain vibrate, the heavy iron door behind Jim opened, letting you through. As you went through the doorway, he called down over your shoulder: “Hey Curly, Y/N’s back, but just for the one!” 
Another guard further down the long hallway of barred cells and heavy doors shouted back in affirmation, “Thanks! Hey, Y/N, they’re down here!” 
Your feet walked in tempo to the bitter, annoyed rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ you were sarcastically humming as you approached the cell.
Joey was sitting with his legs folded and back straight against the wall. Next to him, his lap covered with Joey’s jacket and a fluffy pink throw across his shoulders as if it did something to keep him from being affected by the chilly air in the room. He was otherwise naked, and was instantly recognizable to you. 
“Whu…what the hell?” was all you were able to say, your eyes glued to the naked stranger next to you. “Is that….no…Joey, explain!” you continued babbling. “What is Tom-fucking!-Hiddleston doing in a jail cell in Syracuse New York with my dingus brother? IN THE BUFF??”
“Who?” asked the naked man. 
Joey shrugged and mouthed rather indiscreetly, “He’s tweaking.” 
You were a naturally jittery person, and the building anxiety about seeing your jailbird brother being chummy with one of the most dignified, prolific actors on the planet was already making you confused and flustered (as well as sweaty). “WHAT? I…Joey…” 
“He, uh…” Joey got up and met you at the bars for more privacy. “He thinks he’s actually Loki, and he seems really torn up about it.” 
“Where did you find him?” you asked. “Was he just waltzing around Armory Square reciting a Hamlet monologue? Or..?”
“He was here when I got brought in.”
You leaned to the side to get a better look at the guy. Strange, his hair was dyed and styled in the way he typically wore it when he played the role, but nothing indicated any Loki-centric projects were in production at the moment (you knew, you kept up). “He’s not…dangerous, is he?”
“Sis, think about it,” Joey reasoned, “He’s HOW famous? He does something weird, it’s all over Page Six in the morning, right?”
“...yes? And your point?” You blinked, twisting your lip with skepticism. 
Joey made an impatient gesture with his palm. “So, maybe we rescue him and get some kind of compensation and finally pay off all our debts--”
“Compensation?!” 
The strange naked man hopped to his feet, ignoring that the jacket and blanket fell to the floor. You jumped back reflexively as he stumbled forward at the bars, Even Joey had to scramble aside. “I can offer you anything if you help me get back. Anything!” He sounded desperate. 
“N….no…” you said, still nervous. 
“Sis! C’mon!” 
“Miss--”
“--Y/N--”
“Miss Y/N, I promise you, I really am who I say I am, and once I can offer you proof, I shall,” he said, trying somewhat successfully to lower his voice into a calmer one. “If you can get me back to the TVA, I can reward you handsomely.” 
“What’s that?”
“Time Variance Authority,” the naked prisoner explained to you, though it all came across as gibberish. “I think I’ve been separated from my friends in a time of dire crisis. The Timelines are fraying!”
You looked at Joey and raised an eyebrow, and he responded with an identical gesture (it was the ‘family brow’, you and your brother could speak volumes with your eye expressions alone).
“Sure they are, Captain Amnesiac,” you quipped. “Joey, I’m not spending my last hundred on this looney toon no matter how famous he is.” 
“Look,” Loki managed to grab your hand through the bars. It was surprisingly warm, or perhaps his natural body heat only stood out in contrast to the cool air around you. For whatever reason, you felt your shivering skin still. Your heart slowed. Was he casting some spell on you? Or were you just flattered that such a famous, rich actor would be so bold as to touch your commoner’s flesh?
It was his eyes more than anything that spoke the truth to you. They were both desperately pleading and hopeful, large and blue. They were a bit bigger than all of the photos and films you’d seen him in, and you didn’t quite expect his jaw to be so sharp. 
There was something else about the man that was more humble than you’d expect from Tom Hiddleston or anyone in his class. The actor was dapper, polished and refined from decades in the business. You knew this without ever meeting the man; his poise was always evident in every interview he gave. Meanwhile, the man before you had been through some real shit in recent days…perhaps even recent hours. The hair wasn’t shiny but greasy and disheveled. He needed a decent meal and a twelve-hour deep sleep. He needed clothes. He needed a hug. 
And suddenly, light a bolt out of the blue, you believed him. 
“Do you have somewhere to stay?” you asked quietly. “Until we figure out what your deal is?”
He looked at you hopefully. “No, but I won’t be any trouble if you’d give me somewhere tonight while I figure out what to do, please!”
You rolled your eyes at Joey. “Oh yeah, no trouble at all. That’s so Loki!” you snarked, pulling your hand carefully out of Loki’s grip. 
“Yes, it IS Loki! I swear it,” said the prisoner. “Why do you doubt me?”
“I…uh…oh god, he’s so far gone, Joey!” you couldn’t help but remark. 
“I know, but mind if we hurry it up? I’m late for work,” he answered. 
“LATE FOR WORK?” you suddenly barked, causing even Loki to jump, startled. “What do you mean late for work??” It’s ten at night! What were you doing three hours before work that got you in here?!”
“Fighting.”
You looked horrified. Loki looked almost amused in spite of the circumstances. 
“Where the hell were you fighting?!” you asked, taking on a maternal tone as you scolded your baby brother. 
Joey looked down and shuffled his foot with exaggerated sheepishness. “...at work.” 
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The rain was only coming down harder as the three of you left the station twenty minutes later, after Joey and Loki signed their release forms. Half the precinct had been invited in to witness what, to them, looked like a very famous man wearing holey castoffs from the station’s lost and found bin, signing a release form after being booked for public intoxication. 
You opened your umbrella just as a cab pulled up in front of the precinct’s stoop. “That’s my ride, sis!” 
“Joey, I’m kicking your ass when you get home,” you warned. 
He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tightly. “Maybe our new friend can do it for you,” he whispered mockingly in your ear. “He’s kinda hot, you know…”
“Joey!” You giggled and stepped back, glad for the small bit of tension-relief before Joey took off for his bartending shift. One thing you promised one another after your parents died was that you would never go your separate ways angry, even if one of you was only going to the mailbox. 
You waited until Joey drove off in the taxi before firmly grasping Loki’s arm. “Alright, it’s a bit of a hike back to our place. Can you at least walk in a straight line?”
“I assure you, Miss, I’m not drunk,” Loki said slowly, looking you in the eyes again without blinking, as if he could drill the skepticism out of you if he stared hard enough. 
Joey was right. The stranger was handsome. He looked disheveled and silly, not an ounce of dignity on his person in that moment. Even so, the wear and tear of his life before now added a layer of something to his countenance you couldn’t put your finger on. You were always a girl attracted to experienced men. 
Back off, girl, you told yourself. If he’s really Tom Hiddleston, he’s not available. That was the way of it, though. No one that well turned out had the right to be single. 
“Let’s just go before we drown out here,” you said, bitter and tired, wishing you could just go to sleep and forget the miserable birthday you’d just had. 
Loki was much taller than you, so he took the umbrella while you pushed the pedestrian walkway button on the corner. Unfortunately, as you walked out of the downtown area, the rain only got heavier. 
You and your brother lived in Little Italy on the north side, above a small pizza shop that always reeked of greasy pepperoni and whatever else was left under the heat lamps for too long. Even in the dead of night, the red ambience of neglected neon signs from the windows downstairs leaked up into your bedroom. It was a twenty-minute walk from the precinct on a sunny summer afternoon. By the time you and Loki made it to the back entrance of the apartment, it was nearly 11:30pm. 
“You live inside of a restaurant?” he asked. 
You shook your head. “Not what you’re used to, I expect. But that's all I’ve got for you tonight.” 
“Then it will do splendidly.” The rich, low baritone in his natural voice was beginning to grow on you. It was lovely and steady when it wasn’t begging you for bail money. 
Both of you were both strung out and exhausted, so you kept the tour of the tiny one-bedroom flat brief, showing Loki that you had the single bedroom to yourself. Joey slept on a ratty recliner in the walk-in closet off the main room. 
Your room was small and cluttered with the things you enjoyed: half-completed knitting projects, several bookcases both free-standing and mounted on the wall, figuring from your favorite action films, and sketches of different characters you admired. Underneath piles of folded-but-still-loose laundry (which you unceremoniously shoved into a corner), your futon sat, unfolded and unmade. 
“It’s strange,” you said out loud, a thought occurring to you suddenly. “Maybe there is something to all this.”
Another being came to mind: one that couldn’t initially avoid the rounds of memes, press, and social media posts when he was first spotted. Granted, by all accounts he’d practically leapt on top of everyone he met when he’d arrived, but the situations seemed a little too similar to you to ignore. Perhaps it was something to bring up in the morning after Joey got home. 
“What makes you say that?” asked Loki, sitting on the futon. 
“You…you’re not the first man to claim he’s a fictional character who came to life in recent weeks, you know,” you said. 
Loki went oddly pale (which was saying much, considering how pallid he always was). “Oh?”
“A crazy guy in London says he’s…you know what?” you stopped short, observing just how worn out your new charge appeared. If he was truly who he said he was, perhaps this news would be too much for him at present.  “Never mind. I can explain it more in the morning. You don’t seem up for it right now.”
“But--”
You leaned down, taking a risk in lightly laying your index finger over his moving lips, stilling them with a “shh! I mean it. I’m only letting you stay here if you can behave, ok?”
“Are you scolding me like a boy?” Loki asked, sitting up straight and knitting his brows, taking a defensive position.
You looked away, a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I get like that sometimes. I had to grow up kind of young.”
He relaxed. “Oh?”
Nodding, you indicated around you. “Our parents owned this building, and the shop downstairs. They were killed in a plane crash. Joey and I survived it. I was fifteen and he was eleven.” 
Loki bit his lip. “I’m sorry,” he said weakly. 
“Our aunt owned it for a bit, but she sold it before retiring,” you continued to exposit. “Luckily, she was smart and had it in the lease agreement that whoever takes ownership of the restaurant had to let us stay in this apartment at a fixed rent.” 
“How wise of her,” said Loki with a touch of pity.
“Yeah, but even fixed rent is rent to be paid, y’know?” you sighed, looking around you at your tiny room. “Anyway, let’s not worry about it now. I want to see what you’re like after you’ve slept a bit.” 
“There’s no time,” he growled in protest. “Reality is collapsing!”’
“Well, if it does, at least I won’t have work tomorrow,” you chuckled, forcing the first smile out of Loki that you’d seen. Even his teeth seemed a little too perfect for a human’s mouth. 
Meanwhile, there was something to your own jokes and openness to sharing your story that brought his guard down piece by piece. You had a similar cadence to Mobius, only perhaps a bit more dynamic. You carried yourself similarly, painted your words with the same sarcasm. Yet you also carried an extra layer of matronly authority that didn’t quite suit your youthful years. Loki would never admit that he was slightly aroused when you’d shushed him with your finger just now. Now was not the time for that nonsense anyway. 
“Now, go to bed if you can,” you said, getting up. “I don’t have work until two tomorrow, so I should be here. If I’m not, Joey will be.” 
Loki leaned back against the pillow, finally beginning to relax in your presence. “May I ask what your occupation is? Out of curiosity?”
You smiled. What an inane question, given the scenario you found yourselves in. “I work in a bookstore, up at a small locally-owned place in Liverpool. That’s the village at the north end of the lake.” 
He smiled a little wider. You felt warmer. “Somehow, though we’ve just met, I feel that suits you perfectly.” 
You shifted your stance awkwardly. “I guess it does. Or, at least it has for the past five years. Goodnight, um….Loki.” Saying the name felt like an admission of belief, and it made you feel weird to say it.
For his part, Loki was finally settling in and accepting the situation at hand, and that nothing could be done about it before morning. “Pleasant dreams, Y/N…and thank you.” 
“No problem.”
You turned out the lamp by the door. Before leaving the room, you quickly thought of something. On your way out, as you walked by your bookcase, you quickly swiped a ten-inch figurine of Loki in full battle armor, poised to strike with scepter in hand, off the top shelf, praying that he didn’t notice it as you quickly shut the door behind you. 
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I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅
I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.
Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want
Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.
18+ Minors dni  "Buck"
"Bucckyyyyyy"
"Buchanan!"
Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.
"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.
"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.
"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"
"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.
"Perv"
"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"
"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.
"What else have you been craving baby?"
You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...
You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.
"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"
3 orgasms later 
You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 
Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 
You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 
When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 
"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 
Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.
It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 
“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 
A number of conversations had taken place that month. 
“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”
“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 
“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”
“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 
The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....
Him drinking from you.      
“She’ll keep me well fed too” 
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“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 
“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 
“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 
“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 
“W-what about having babies?” 
“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 
“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 
“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”
“Are you sure?” 
You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 
“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 
“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 
“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 
“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 
Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 
“I’m pregnant?” 
Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 
“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”
A few weeks later 
“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  
“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 
“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 
“Cause I’m pregnant” 
Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 
“I call God father!” 
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