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Imagine Loki taking on an orphan as their apprentice, taking the role of surrogate parent as well as teacher to a rambunctious preteen with the capacity for magic.
TW: None
Rating: G
WC: 2580
A/N: Hi, there! Long time no see, I know. Apparently, I’ve been hoarding finished prompts for a bit and haven’t been posting them, so I’m gonna post what I have before writing anything new for now. I have (minus this prompt) nine asks in my inbox, and I think two or three of those have been written and not posted, but once I get through what’s already done, I’ll probably be considering opening requests again, just to get some variety mixed in. As for this fic, I hope it was worth the wait. I played around a lot with how to do this, and this felt the most... chaotic and therefore in character. Enjoy!
“Loki, you can’t just take a kid you found outside.”
“Why not? That’s what Odin did with me.”
“Loki.”
“Damn, Reindeer Games, can’t argue with that logic.”
“Stark, do you really want to talk about shit dads right now?”
“No, there’s not enough alcohol in this kitchen.”
“Alright, alright,” Steve finally cut in, and everyone that had been arguing looked over at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Never mind any of that, do we really think it’s safe for a kid to be here at the Compound. I mean… We’re not exactly a daycare center here.”
“Well, the way I see it,” Loki began, glancing over to where you were sitting with a juice box and pretending not to listen to what they were saying. “You lot don’t let me go on missions all that often anyway, and if I can’t do anything like that to prove I’m an asset to the team, then maybe if I take care of the kid, you’ll believe me.”
“Are you… asking us to let you be a parent?” Tony deadpanned, and Natasha elbowed him in the side, despite biting back a small smirk.
“Well, if that’s what you want to call it, sure. Besides, was I supposed to just leave the unsupervised six year old where I found them?”
“I mean, there are people for that,” Steve said with a half-hearted shrug, but Loki only shook their head in response.
“Well, I found the kid first, so they’re mine.”
“Norns, Loki, you can’t just call dibs on a human being.”
“I just did. No taking it back, either. Tough.”
“Have we considered maybe asking the kid… well, anything, before we do anything further?” Bruce suggested, ever the voice of reason.
“What, you think I just picked the kid up without saying anything? Thank you, Bruce, truly wonderful to see how much you trust me.”
Several of the Avengers began to argue at that particular quip, but all of them fell silent as you finally piped up for the first time since Loki had sat you down in front of the tv to be distracted.
“I wanna stay.”
As if on cue, every single person turned to look at you, and you sipped your juice box as if you hadn’t dropped what seemed to be the most controversial thing anyone had said all evening.
“I wanna stay,” you repeated, politely sitting your juice box down. You got out of the armchair and made your way over to where all of the adults were standing, clasping your hands together in front of you.
If living on the streets at a young age had taught you anything, it was how to be cute, how to tug at heartstrings, and how to get what you wanted. By whatever means necessary.
“I don’t really have anyone,” you admitted, shrugging a shoulder. “My parents died when I was younger, so… You know. No guardians. And, uh… I’m not six, I’m ten.”
“Close enough,” Tony argued, and was quickly silenced by Natasha’s elbow in his ribs yet again.
“And I’ve been on the streets long enough to know that it’s not safe for anyone. Let alone a kid,” you continued. “So no offense to anyone in this room, but… I wanna stay here. I think it’s nice. And if Mr. Loki wants to take care of me, then that’s okay with me.”
“Ah, see? I even have the kid’s blessing. I… What was your name again?”
“Y/N. I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N.” Loki seemed to soften as they considered you, and when they smiled warmly, you couldn’t help but to return the gesture. You hadn’t felt this comfortable around anyone in quite some time. “Well, Y/N, I’ve never really… taken care of a kid before, but, ah… There’s a first time for everything, and… Well, I’m sure this will end up more of a joint effort than anything, but if you need anything at all, and I mean anything, you come to me, alright?”
You nodded, and then looked around at each of the other Avengers standing in a semi-circle in front of you. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. And… And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll just go back out. You know, on the streets. I know my way around.”
“No, that won’t be necessary. And if anyone in this room has any objections to this arrangement, well…” Loki looked around at the others, with an expression you couldn’t quite make out, before continuing in a lighthearted tone. “I suppose I’ll just have to kill them.”
“Yeah, so not helping your case, Reindeer Games.”
“Brother, you wouldn’t.”
“Oh, they probably would.”
While all the others began talking over each other in various states of both belief and disbelief, you could only laugh, because it seemed such a silly idea, for someone to be killed because of you. And before you could even really think any more on the matter, Loki had crossed over to where you were and held out a hand.
“Come. Let’s find you a room.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Settling in at the Compound came rather quickly. Well, the beginnings of settling came rather quickly. Loki helped you pick out a room, close to theirs so they could keep an eye on you, but with the promise of privacy whenever you wanted or needed it, and the other Avengers were all very welcoming, each in their own way.
But it was the better part of a year before you began to feel like you truly belonged there.
Fitting in came easily, all things considered. All things, of course, being the fact that you were a ten year old kid in the midst of the stuff of legends and superheroes, but none of them ever treated you like a baby, and what Loki had suspicioned would be the case came to fruition just as they imagined; everyone ended up co-parenting you to varying degrees, and while it was nice to have so many people look over you, you were just glad to finally feel like you were a part of a family again.
Your friendship with Loki, however… Well, they were simultaneously the most and least parent-like figure you’d ever had in your life. They were the one you went to when you had questions or needed help understanding words or phrases you hadn’t heard yet, and they checked in on you at night to make sure that you were comfortable and feeling alright. They were even the one to soothe you when you woke up in the night with bad dreams or worries that you couldn’t seem to set aside long enough to fall asleep.
But on the other hand, they taught you everything they knew. And everything they knew included a plethora of ways to make mischief and cause trouble without ever being caught. A skill that was just as fun as it was dangerous, you’d come to find out. Loki had an affinity for pranks that endangered but didn’t injure, and the other Avengers tended to be on the receiving end of said pranks. Which, of course, meant that getting caught could get the both of you in very serious trouble.
But Loki seemed to have a way of talking their way out of things, and that was a skill you had grown familiar with in your time on the streets, and with Loki’s help, you honed it into something they insisted was “truly masterful.”
You didn’t, however, always get away scot-free. While Loki had had dozens upon dozens of years to practice pranking and trickery, you were still learning. And that meant sometimes you got caught.
Which is exactly why you’d been sent to your room by Steve, who had simply not appreciated you turning everything in the cupboards upside down. A harmless prank, in your opinion, but Steve had thought otherwise, and rather than yell at you or talk down at you for it, like you might have expected from one of the others if you’d caught them in a bad mood, his way of punishment was much more tame. More suited for a pre-teen whose bane of existence was being sent to their room.
It was infuriating, in a way that something like that could only infuriate someone your age, and you were more than a little grumpy about the circumstances as you slouched on your bed, glaring a hole into the ceiling as you propped your legs up against the wall.
You didn’t realize Loki had come in until you felt the bed shift under their weight.
“Rogers told me what happened.” Their tone was even, and you couldn’t tell if they were about to congratulate you on an almost-perfectly executed prank, or advise you on how to better get away with it.
You shrugged a shoulder, and said nothing.
Loki seemed to consider this for a moment, and you could feel their gaze lingering on you.
“Do you want to tell me why you pranked him?”
You breathed out a sharp laugh. “You prank people all the time for no reason.”
“You’re right, I do. I was just wondering if you had one.”
“Does it matter if I did?” You couldn’t stop your tone from becoming defense, and you weren’t entirely sure why. Loki wasn’t saying anything that was upsetting you, exactly, but lately you’d been having a bunch of weird feelings. Like something was a little bit off with you and you weren’t sure how to handle it so your default setting had become to act standoffish and huffy. Normal for your age, you’d heard the others discussing the other night when you’d snuck out of your room after bed to listen in on them, but that didn’t make you feel any better. If anything, you felt like something was coming to a head, but you didn’t know what.
And that made you scared.
“Y/N, I just want to know what’s going on with you. I’ve noticed you’re starting to become a little more… closed off. Distant. Not like yourself.”
You rolled your eyes despite yourself. “And how do you know when I am or am not myself?”
“Well, I’ve spent the last year raising you, so-”
“Everyone in the Compound has spent the last year raising me.”
“Well, yes, but not to the degree I have. It isn’t the same.”
“What does it matter?”
“…I beg your pardon?” Loki’s hesitant response made you realize they were taken aback by your snippy response, and for some reason, that made you both angry and upset.
“What does it matter if you raised me more than they did? I still don’t…”
You didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.
You heard Loki exhale a long, slow breath before speaking. “What is all of this really about, Y/N?”
“…I don’t know. Everything feels all… weird and difficult.” You glanced at them for only a second, and then returned your gaze to the ceiling. “Have you ever felt like… no matter what you do, nothing is… right? Good enough, correct, whatever.”
“I have. Probably more than anyone else in this Compound has.” Loki’s tone was still even, but you could hear the heavy edge to their voice that assured you they were telling the truth. “Is that why you’re… acting out?”
It was an innocent enough phrase, and really it was exactly what you were doing. But for some reason, Loki using the term felt like betrayal in a way that you just didn’t have the skills to explain, and so you bristled.
“Ugh, why does everyone have to say that? I’m not a kid that doesn’t know how to act.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest, that familiar feeling of tension and anger and heat swelling into a ball in your chest.
“No one’s saying that you are, Y/N, I just worry that you’re-”
“That I’m what? Too much to handle? A brat? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called literally anything like that, or worse.” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but you were tired and angry and hurt and confused and so many other emotions at once and you didn’t know what to do with the way it felt sitting in your chest like it was.
“Y/N…” Loki’s voice had taken on a warning quality, but all it did was upset you even more.
“No. No. I’m allowed to be upset. I’m allowed to be upset a-and… and hurt and have emotions and feelings. I’m allowed to be mad!” You accentuated the word by slamming your hands down on either side of you.
What you didn’t expect, however, was for a burst of energy to expel from you, sending a ripple through the room that knocked books over and blew papers around the room as the overhead lights flickered before strengthening back to their normal power.
You froze. Unable to process what had just happened, but already worrying about what Loki was going to say to you.
When the silence became too much to bear, you turned your head just enough so that you could look back at Loki, and you were surprised to see them looking at you with an expression of complete understanding.
“You didn’t tell me you had powers.”
Well, that wasn’t the response you had been expecting at all.
Though now that Loki mentioned it, you supposed that would have been the obvious explanation for whatever you had just made happen.
“…I didn’t know…” you finally murmured when you could manage to get yourself to talk.
“No, I suspect you wouldn’t have. If magic isn’t learned, it can remain dormant until the right amount of emotions sort of… sets it free.”
You considered that, pushing yourself to sit up and scooting yourself around so that you were facing Loki. “Is that.. why I’ve been feeling so… weird inside?”
Loki made a face. “Weird how?”
You shrugged a shoulder. “Iunno. Just… weird. I’ve had lots of emotions lately, and they’ve all kind of felt like they’ve been building and building and building, and now that I just did… whatever I just did, it doesn’t feel so…”
“Hard?”
You nodded slowly as you met their gaze. “Yeah.”
Loki nodded along with you, and was silent for a moment while they looked at you until they eventually cleared their throat. “Well. I suppose next is the matter of your training. And letting the others know, of course, that way there’s not any accidents are anything of the like.”
“Training?”
Loki looked at you, with a smile that you couldn’t help but to return. “Of course training. You didn’t think I was going to make you figure everything out on your own, did you?”
You relaxed, and let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. Before you could stop yourself, you had launched yourself into Loki’s arms, hugging them so tightly that you could feel them stiffen for a moment before returning the gesture.
“…I’m really glad I have you to help me. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. You’re more of a parent than I’ve ever had in as long as I can remember. And I’m sorry for being mean.”
Loki chuckled softly, patting your back gently. “It’s no matter. You wouldn’t be my kid if you weren’t just as moody as I am, yes?”
All you could do was laugh, grateful to have a place where maybe, just maybe, you did belong, after all.
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What if Loki like hit his head on a mission and got amnesia?? So he's like... old reasonable and rational prince Loki who doesn't know taking over the world or being a frost giant and really likes his bro and is sneaky but nice or whatever??
A/N: I truly thought I had posted this already, until I saw the prompt still in my drafts and was like… oops?
Rating: PG
WC: 3415
TW: Mention of amnesia/head trauma
“Loki, can you hearme?”
“Stark, get medevachere now.”
“Hold on, brother.We’ll get you out of here in no time.”
You could still hear everyone’s overlapping voices echoingin your head as you waited in one of the too-white rooms in the hospital wing,sat in an uncomfortable armchair at the bedside of your best friend as theyslept.
Rather, as they remained unconscious after the nasty blowthey’d taken to their head on the mission you’d just gotten home from. You’dall tried every way in the book to get Loki to remain conscious afterward,fearful of a long-lasting concussion, but Loki had hardly been awake the entiretime it took to get medevac to land, and by the time you’d gotten them onto thehelicopter, they had passed out.
You hadn’t left their side for anything since, waiting forthem to wake back up. In truth, you were feeling a little guilty. You had beentheir mission partner, and had been distracted when they took the hit, so youcouldn’t help but to feel like it was your fault that Loki had gone down. Whichwas why you wanted to be the first thing they saw when they woke up, if only sothat you could apologize immediately.
“Any change?”
You looked up to see Thor standing in the doorway, a mug ofsomething steaming in each hand, and he offered one to you before sitting downat Loki’s other side.
You shook your head, wrapping your hands around the mug towarm yourself. “They keep stirring every so often, but… nothing.”
As if on cue, Loki began to shift again, only this time youcould tell they were trying to wake up, and you glanced at Thor anxiously asyou sat your mug down on the bedside table and leaned closer.
You only had to wait a short while; Loki didn’t take long atall to open their eyes and blink around the room blearily, gaze still a littledistant. You gave them some quiet to collect themself before speaking in a softvoice.
“Loki… Hey. How are you feeling?”
Loki startled at the sound of your voice, their whole bodyangling in your direction as they looked at you appraisingly, as though theywere trying to place how they knew you, and it took a few long moments for themto speak. “…madame.”
The formality of the title gave you pause, as well as theirtone. Like they were trying to be polite whilst also being very confused attheir current situation. You might have laughed, if you didn’t feel thebeginnings of dread settling in the pit of your stomach.
“…bit formal, don’t you think?” You cut your eyes across toThor, and Loki followed your gaze, seeming to relax the slightest bit when theyrecognized him.
“…brother?”
Thor softened to a degree you’d never seen from him before.“Yes, Loki. I’m here.”
Loki’s brow furrowed briefly as he looked from Thor, back toyou for a brief second, and then back to Thor. “…shouldn’t you be getting readyfor your coronation? And how did I end up in here? Is this some sort of ahospital wing? It doesn’t look much like Asgard.”
You blanched, and as you met Thor’s gaze again, you couldtell he was feeling just as confused as you were.
“Loki, what? My coronation? That happened a long time ago.”
Loki made a face. “Are you having a go at me? I hardly thinkour father would have let me oversleep and miss your coronation. No matter howhard I seem to have hit my head…” They trailed off, rubbing at the base oftheir skull, and you were glad they at least seemed to be aware of that much.
“…how hard did you hit your head? You’re acting unlikeyourself.”
“I’m acting just fine,thank you very much. You’re the oneacting weird.” Loki turned to look at you, then, with the most diplomaticallyapologetic expression you’d ever seen on their face. “My apologies, my lady, mybrother can be a bit of a buffoonsometimes.”
“Hey,” Thor whined, but you were a little too busy staringat Loki with complete and utter confusion.
“…right. Excuse me for just a brief moment…” You stood and gave Thor a look. “Thor, if you’d come into the hallway with me for a second.”
Thor looked very confused, but followed you out into thehallway, and once the door was closed, you turned to look at him.
“So clearly they’ve got amnesia,” you stated, as though itwere the most obvious explanation.
Thor made a face. “Uh… what? There’s no way.”
You rolled your eyes. “Loki took the hit of the century onthat mission, frankly we’re lucky it’s justamnesia. That might go away, in time, if we’re careful with them.”
“So, what, you’re saying my brother just completely forgotabout me and everything that’s happened since before my coronation?” His tonewent from haughty to concerned as he processed what he was saying. “They don’tremember everything we’ve been through. They don’t know they’re a good guy yet.Technically, they don’t know they’re a good guy about to go rogue for a goodcouple of years, and then go good again.” He paused as, you assumed, anotherrealization hit him. “They don’t even know they’re a frost giant. I am not bringing that revelation to lightfor them.”
“Okay, okay, slow down, slow down, Thor.” You held your hands up in front of you, urging Thor tocalm down for a moment. “We don’t have totell them anything just yet. One of two things usually happens with amnesia.Typically, after a while, people’s memories come back to them, given enoughtime and prompting when necessary.”
“And the other times…?”
You heaved a sigh, looking at the door Loki remainedblissfully unaware behind. “…they never get their memories back and even ifthey’re told everything, they might not still believe it and will continue tolive in the past that is now their present.”
“So… we either wait for them to remember or wait for themto… not?”
When he said it that way, it sounded so bleak.
“…essentially.” You gave a weary sigh, letting your headfall back against the wall. “You know Loki best. What would be worse, lettingthem live how they think they should be living and giving them the space toremember, or just… telling them what happened and seeing how that goes?”
“Well, the brother before my coronation was… very unstable.I mean, in a way that Loki hasn’t been in a very long time. To speak in moreexacts, they are teetering on the very precipice of… well, everything that sentthem spiraling chaotically in the first place.”
“So what you’re saying is that if we give them informationthat’s hard for them to comprehend, then…”
“It’s Battle of New York 2.0,” Thor finished for you, grimexpression on his face.
“Okay, but… somewhere in there, they’re still good, right? They were good before whathappened at your coronation, right?”
Thor grimaced so hard you could feel your hope dwindleimmediately. “Well…” He said nothing else, for so long that you finally waved ahand for him to continue speaking. “Let me put it this way. Loki has always hada fondness for… mischief, in all meanings of the word. Not up to par with worlddomination or fratricide… At least, not genuine.I think.”
“You think?” Youwere becoming more and more concerned by the minute, and you couldn’t help butto feel like this was somehow going to go horribly wrong and that you weregoing to, worst case scenario, lose your best friend, or slightly betterscenario, have to build your friendship up from scratch again, and you heavedwhat felt like your tenth sigh in as many minutes. “Okay. New plan. We don’tsay anything unless they prompt us to. That way if they remember anything,we’ll know it wasn’t us being hopefulor prying.”
“Sounds fair enough to me.”
You nodded, and Thor did, as well.
“Okay. We’ll at least give them the bare minimum. That theyhit their head and need some time to recover, and then we’ll… take it fromthere.”
Thor nodded again, and with that, you opened the door andwent back into the hospital room, mustering your best smile as Loki looked atyou with an appraising glance that you could feel in your very soul. You triednot to look uncomfortable.
“Okay, so… you know you hit your head, and it was… quite theblow. Which is why you’re in this recovery room, because you were knockedunconscious and we just wanted to make sure that everything was okay. And nowthat you’ve had a little time in here to rest, we’ve decided you’re well enoughto go back to your- to the proper room we set aside for you. You’ll find somepossessions there that should be to your liking.” It was much harder to notoutright say the truth than you thought it was going to be, but if Loki wassuspicious of your behavior, they didn’t show it, only gave a slight incline oftheir head in acknowledgment.
“I’ll show you the way. Come, brother.” Thor waited for Lokito stand before leading them out of the room, but not without giving you onelast glance before they disappeared around the corner.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.
This was going to be a longjourney.
It had been most of a week when you felt eyes on you as yousat at the desk in your room. You were familiar enough with Loki’s generalpresence that you knew it was them without looking, and you smiled slightly toyourself as you spoke without even turning.
“You don’t have to sneak like that, you can come in.”
You heard no response, and after a few moments of silence,you turned to see Loki still hesitating in the doorway, looking at you withthat calculating, appraising gaze once again, and you offered them your bestsmile, letting them study you for as long as they needed to.
“You seem to be familiar with me, and yet I cannot placeyou,” they finally said after a tense silence, and you only kept smiling,trying to be as welcoming as possible.
“Well, you have been through quite the turn of events,lately. I understand.” You left it at that, which Loki seemed confused and lessthan thrilled with.
“You say that as though it explains the relationship betweenus.”
“I only meant that… Well…” You were struggling to figure outwhat to say without spilling the beans on everything,and suddenly you wondered if this was how it felt to have a secret identity.“…don’t worry about it. Everything will make sense, in time.” Or it wouldn’t.No big deal or anything like that.
That only seemed to confuse Loki even more, and theyfurrowed their brow, finally taking a step into the room and looking around, asthough they might find the answers in the jacket hanging from the coat rack, orthe books stacked on your bedside table. You let them look around, eventuallyopting to turn back around to focus on what you’d been working on, to give themthe privacy to explore without feeling like they were purposely being watched.
“…it feels familiar in here,” Loki finally said after a longwhile of quiet, and you tried not to get your hopes up as you slowly turnedback to look at them, keeping your expression blank.
“In what way?” You posed the question in the most even voiceyou could manage, and watched as Loki continued to slowly make their way aroundthe room, stopping at a bookshelf and tracing a fingertip along the spine.
“…I don’t quite have the words to explain it,” Loki saidslowly, turning back to look at you for a brief moment, then seeming to caveunder the pressure of holding your gaze and looking away again. “Like I have memories here, but don’t quite remembermaking them. Or like they’re… distant. As though I can’t tell if they trulyhappened or they happened in a dream, if that makes sense.” They glanced at youbriefly, and then gave a tight grimace. “I must sound like I’m mad, Iapologize.”
You shook your head. “Not atall. I… I know exactly the feeling you’re talking about.” You smiled, relaxinga little more when Loki returned the expression. You only hope that this wasthe beginnings of Loki’s memories coming back to them. You let the comfortablesilence settle between you for a moment before grinning a little. “Hey. Youwanna go prank someone?”
“Okay, so you’re going to distract my brother, and then whenhe sees me he’s going to be so excitedbecause he’s an idiot who loves snakes, and then when he goes to pick me up,I’ll change back and scare him. He’ll never see it coming.”
You had to fight the urge to laugh, if only because you werealmost certain Thor would see itcoming but would let it happen anyway, as this prank was nearly identical to ashenanigan you knew had happenedbetween the two of them as children. You just didn’t have the heart to admitthat to Loki, so you were going along with it completely innocently.
“Alright, I’ll go get him right now.”
Loki gave a single nod in response and then, in a flash ofgreen light, had disappeared, presumably now a serpent coiled and waiting forThor’s unsuspecting self to happen upon them with your guidance. You shook yourhead fondly, and headed off to find Thor.
It didn’t take you long at all to find him, as he wasruffling around in the kitchen for a snack, and you grinned as you approachedhim.
“Hey. Come outside, I found something really cool, I wantyou to see!”
Thor looked over at you, cheeks puffed with whatever foodhe’d found to snack on and grinned immediately, following you with nohesitation and no need for further prompting. He was smart enough to at leastswallow his food before trying to speak.
“Is it something really cool? I bet it is. You always findthe coolest things outside, Y/N.”
Once again, you struggled against the urge to laugh. Thorwas so completely innocent, and had no idea what he was walking in to, or atleast didn’t seem to be bothered by the possibility of it, if he did have any ideas. You couldn’t decidewhich was better, so you opted to just keep your mouth shut and walk himoutside.
Thor was still talking excitedly when you came to the smallclearing you’d left Loki in, and it took Thor all of three seconds to realizethat there was a snake there. He became indescribablyexcitable immediately.
“Y/N, look at that snake! What a pretty shade of green itis. You think it’ll let me pick it up? I’m gonna pick it up.”
You nodded as you tried to keep yourself from laughing, andby the time he turned around to look back at the snake, you had to press a handto your mouth to stifle your laughter.
And as Thor reached down to pick up the snake, grinning allthe while, his face suddenly lit up with the green shimmer of Loki’s magic, andbefore either of you had time to react, Loki had very nearly tackled him.
“Bhaha, it’s me!”
You heard the sound of the dagger before you saw it, andthen it was sticking out of Thor’s side,and he was… laughing.
Why was he laughing?
“Good one, Loki! You really got me!” Thor insisted, even ashe pressed a hand to his side to put pressure on the stab wound, where thedagger was still very much protruding from.
You blinked at him dumbly for a few moments, then turned toLoki.
“You didn’t tell me you were going to stab him!”
“Well, what else was I going to do?”
“I don’t know, notstab him!”
“He’s fine, look at him!”
You stopped bickering and both turned to look at Thor, whosimply grinned and gave a thumb’s up.
You turned back to look at Loki, who was grinning with whatcould only be described as satisfaction with their shenanigans. You dragged ahand down your face.
“Okay. Thor, we’re getting you to the hospital wing. Loki,no more stabbing. Come on.” You wentover to Thor and began to pull him along, leaving a somewhat confused Lokibehind.
You could just make out theirgrumbled “But stabbing’s what I’m good at…” as you disappeared into theCompound.
After the stabbing incident, Loki got into many more, muchless bloody (to your relief) shenanigans throughout the Compound. Ranging fromthings as mundane and human as exchanging sugar for salt, to disguisingthemself as various members of the team and mocking them, both in and out of said person’s presence, andsometimes leaving surprisingly nice surprises like cups of tea made just howyou liked them or Thor’s favorite snack ready for him when he got back fromrunning errands.
In a way, it almost felt like having the old Loki back.
But you could tell that things weren’t quite right, still.Loki had had to be introduced to everyone, and their lack of memory ofeverything had left the entire team walking on eggshells around them, no onewanting to accidentally be the one to let the cat out of the bag and cause whoknew what kind of trauma for Loki.
You weren’t entirely sure that you could take much more ofit.
You just wanted your best friendback.
Two weeks after the “snake attack,” as everyone had lovinglytaken to calling it, you were entertaining yourself with a book as you sprawledacross your bed, limbs in every direction and book held at arm’s length aboveyour head.
More accurately, you were attempting to entertain yourself while you let your mind wander,once again, to how your hope for Loki returning back to normal had just aboutfizzled out entirely. You’d really held out as long as you could, but with twoweeks passing and Loki seeming none the closer to getting their memory back,you’d just about given up entirely.
You heaved a sigh as you realized you’d read the samesentence five times, and let your arm fall to the bed, the book hitting thecomforter with a muffled smack as you gave a frustrated groan, squeezing youreyes shut.
It was right then that Loki passed by, hesitating at the dooras they looked at you with mild amusement.
“Are you not finished with that one yet? You’ve been at it for five weeks now.”
Your eyes shot open as you stared at the ceiling for a longmoment before slowly turning to look at them.
That was… not something they’d casually know without youmentioning it.
“…Y/N, why are you looking at me like I’ve gone mad?”
You sat up, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed andlooking at them. “…you’re not mad.”
“Of course I’m not, thank you very much.”
You hopped to your feet, but hesitated, as though you werefrightened to step any closer and shatter the illusion that your friend wasfinally back.
“…you remember me reading that book for five weeks?”
“…yes?”
“…and you remember where you are?”
Loki gave you a look, as though it was now they who was concerned for your well-being. “…the Compound, whereI’ve been for several years now, Y/N, whatare you on about.”
“Me? You’re theone who just spent the last two weeks with amnesia so bad that you thought Thorhadn’t had his coronation yet.”
“…beg pardon?”
But you were too excited and grateful that everything was returningto normal now. “You’re finally back!”And with that, you bounded over to Loki, who, after a moment of startledawkwardness, hugged you back, though with a significantly less amount offervor.
“…I’m going to need a large cup of tea and a lengthyexplanation.”
All you could do was laugh and nod, glad to finally haveyour best friend back.
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Could you do a fic where reader has a massive migraine and loki is just there helping them feel better and yknow just being like all parenty
A/N: ....sorry for disappearing for, like, ever. I got COVID mid-July, and am only just now feeling clear enough in my brain to focus on writing and editing, so have this fic that I’ve been working on for literally a month. Thanks for hanging in there!
WC: 1504
Rating: G
TW: None
You heaved a sigh, picking up your pillow and putting it over your head, as though the fabric and feathers would block out every bit of sound and light that was currently making you feel as though you’d been hit by a train that kept looping back around to run you over again and again.
It wasn’t often that you got migraines. You’d never had them with the same consistency that you knew some people did, nor were they something you’d ever particularly been worried about when discussing with a doctor at physicals or exams, but when they did occur… It was rough.
This particular migraine, you’d decided, had already taken the cake for the worst one you’d ever had, with an intensity that had set in as soon as you’d opened your eyes that morning, and it only seemed to be getting worse as they day went on. You hadn’t even been able to make it out of the bed to get breakfast, and you were certain that had been hours ago, or maybe days ago, you weren’t entirely certain, at this point.
All you knew was that your head was pounding, the light hurt, and every single sound, no matter how quiet, felt like it was splitting your head right in two.
“You’ll suffocate yourself if you fall asleep like that, you know. Can I watch?”
You’d recognize Loki’s teasing lilt anywhere, and while you didn’t appreciate their jab at you, you couldn’t help but to be relieved that someone had noticed you hadn’t come out of your room yet.
You weighed the pros and cons of trying to sit up, or even just remove the pillow from your head, but you couldn’t seem to get your arms to move one way or the other, and a small part of you figured that was probably for the better.
“Go ahead. It’ll end my suffering, and you’ll get a fun show in the process.” You spoke in the softest voice you could manage, and even that felt entirely too loud.
Loki remained silent for a moment, and you could practically feel Loki furrow their brow before they spoke.
“Suffering? Is something the matter?”
You gave a pitiful groan that came out more of a whine. “I have the migraine of the millennia.”
“Wow, the whole millennia, huh?” Loki had softened their voice to match yours, and you appreciated it, even though you still winced at the sound of it. You heard the soft padding of their feet against the carpet, and then the next moment you felt the bed shift as Loki presumably sat next to you. “Have you eaten anything? I’ll go get you some food, and a glass of cold water. But first let me close all these curtains and make sure it’s nice and dim in here for you. Yes?”
Loki was babying you, and it was almost enough to make you laugh, if you weren’t certain the sound would feel like a screwdriver digging into the base of your skull. Instead, you gave another pathetic little whimper.
“Alright. You just stay here. I’ll fix everything right up for you.”
It wasn’t that you’d never seen Loki act like this before. It was sort of law that, out of everyone at the Compound, if Loki was going to act parental to anyone, it would be you. And while you appreciated it immensely, it felt a little weird, having them take care of you like this. Usually you were the one being obsessive over everyone’s wants and needs. But you had to admit, it felt nice to let yourself be taken care of, for once.
You laid as still as possible in a meager attempt not to jostle yourself and make your migraine worse, and you were able to listen as Loki shuffled around the room, fiddling with the blinds and curtains and then closing what you assumed was your bedroom door.
“There we are… It’s quite dim in here now, do you want to try moving the pillow and seeing if you can manage?”
You nodded, and then realized that Loki most likely couldn’t see you doing so. “…yeah.”
“Yeah? Here we are.” You felt Loki put a gentle hand on your arm to help you sit up, and you let them guide you as pushed yourself up, letting the pillow simply fall down into your lap.
It wasn’t bad. Actually, they’d managed to get your room surprisingly dark. The only light in the room was the small lamp on your desk, and even that, Loki had turned so that it was facing the wall and instead giving off a much more dim glow rather than a direct source of light.
“Better?”
You nodded, and then winced when that only made your head feel worse, and Loki nodded along sympathetically.
“Now, you just wait here and rest, and I’ll go get you some food. You’ll be alright.” Loki patted your knee gently, then, and got up from the bed, and you closed your eyes to avoid having to deal with the light from outside, and didn’t open them again until you’d heard the door close behind them.
You heaved a quiet sigh and looked around the room, glancing at the blackout curtains that Loki had drawn closed over your windows, and you silently thanked yourself for whatever foresight had led you to getting them for your room. You sat there for a few long moments before you realized that you couldn’t hear… well, anything. No noises from outside of the room, no ticking from your alarm clock on the bedside table. Nothing.
You briefly wondered if you might have finally lost it, and then resolved to ask Loki what was going on when they got back.
You didn’t have to wait very long for them to return, and when they announced themself quietly, you only grew more confused at your ability to hear them and not anything else.
“How did you get it to be so quiet in here?” you muttered as you gingerly took the plate of food from Loki, who proceeded to sit down on the opposite corner of the bed, watching you intently.
“Oh, I cast a simple noise muffling spell. I should be the only thing you can hear, correct?”
You nodded once, because it still hurt your head to do anything more than that, and looked down at the sandwich, realizing that you were somehow both starving and completely nauseated at the very idea of eating food.
Loki seemed to pick up on this immediately, and gestured to the glass they’d set on your bedside table. “Perhaps the water instead. Do you need the wastebasket, just in case?”
You shrugged a shoulder, only because you knew that would hurt less than shaking or nodding your head, and Loki waved a hand so that the rubbish bin relocated from your desk to your bedside in an instant. You managed a weak smile in response, but still made no move to either eat or pick up the glass of water.
“Drink. You’ll feel better.”
“Oh, you’re a doctor now?” Sick as you felt, you couldn’t not take an opportunity to jab at Loki, who only smiled placidly.
“Just an educated guess.”
“Mm.”
You sat in silence for a few moments longer, looking down at the plate in your lap, and then finally, hesitantly, reached for the glass of water with a sigh. Once you started to drink, you found yourself unable to stop, and within a minute, the glass had been drained entirely.
“There we are.”
You sat the cup back down and looked back at the plate, wondering if you could brave at least a bite.
“Maybe let the water digest for a bit before you try to eat. Cleaning up your vomit is where I draw the line at caretaking, I’m afraid.”
You rolled your eyes, huffing out a soft laugh that you were slightly surprised to find didn’t hurt your head. “Wow, such dedication you’re showcasing. Truly, I’m blessed by the Gods to have someone so set on taking care of me.”
“Oh, you must be feeling better, if you can dish out the sass.”
You grinned. “Maybe just a little bit.”
Loki nodded, but they were smiling, as well, and after a moment, they took the plate from you and set it on the bedside table. “Why don’t you rest some more, and we’ll try eating in a little bit. I’ll stay right here. Alright?”
You huffed out another soft laugh at how Loki was disproving their own insistence about caretaking, and decided not to argue with them, gingerly laying back down and curling up so that you were in the most comfortable position with the least amount of light to bother you. You felt the covers being tucked around you, and couldn’t help but to smile, knowing that Loki was still babying you, even as you closed your eyes and let yourself begin to doze.
“Rest now. Everything’s going to be okay.”
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Are you willing to write about Loki comforting the reader with their parental issues? Like a dad with too big expectations? (Totally not projecting/sarcasm) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable with this. Thank you if you can.
A/N: No, I didn’t also self-project into this prompt, I don’t know WHAT you mean. I hope this helps you feel a little better, friend. Also, enjoy Loki joking about their past decisions.
WC: 1209
Rating: G
TW: None
You heaved a sigh as you flopped face down onto the couch, burying your face into a pillow and screaming.
You’d assumed you were alone in the room, until, when you finally ran out of breath to scream and sat up, you saw Loki watching you from across the room, seated in an armchair and only their eyes visible over the top of their book.
“Feel better?”
You huffed out a laugh, because if you didn’t, you were going to start crying. “Not really, but it felt kinda good.”
Loki said nothing as they placed the bookmark back into their book and closed it, setting it down on the coffee table in front of them as they looked at you. “…is it something you want to talk about?”
You made a grumpy little sound as you leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling. “No.”
Loki nodded once, picked up their cup of tea, took a sip, and waited.
They didn’t have to wait very long.
“It’s just my dad again. He’s always… Ugh, I don’t know. It’s like I can never make him feel happy. And I’m pissed off.” You rubbed a hand down your face and let it fall to the couch with a dull thud.
“Because he isn’t happy?”
“No. Yes? Ugh.” You were currently feeling a great many things all at once, and were having trouble processing them so that you could express them, but you knew Loki was going to give you the space you needed to do so for as long as it took.
You opened your eyes and looked back up at the ceiling, watching the fan swing in slow circles for a few long moments, and eventually heaved another sigh.
“…it goes like this. My dad, he… comes from a family where it was very much work hard or get nothing. So he’s been working since he was old enough to be in school. Back then they still didn’t really care so much about child labor. I mean, what where they going to do if the whole family was out there working, you know? And so he’s never really had to not work. And even now that he’s retired, he still works. It’s like that’s all he knows how to do. And I guess… I don’t know, because he was raised that way, he thinks that I should be that way, and that if I’m not constantly working, or even wanting to work, then that means that I just don’t have any drive or any sort of perseverance. And that subsequently means that I’m not really doing anything worthwhile with my life, and therefore wasting it away, and he ‘can’t believe he raised his child like this.’” You stopped, because you had to. You were getting worked up again, and the pure frustration was leaving tears welled up in your eyes.
Loki nodded along as you spoke, and once you fell silent, they hummed softly. “I can see how that would cause some tension between you, yes.”
“And it’s like… I can’t even bring up how it makes me feel to him, because then he likes to tell me that I’m twisting his words or… or that I always make him the bad guy, and… and I’m just so tired of feeling like anything and everything that I ever do will never be enough for him. I’m sick of it. Sick of it.” Unable to hold it in for any longer, you picked up one of the decorative pillows on the couch and pressed it to your face, giving another lengthy scream of utter frustration while Loki only watched you with an expression purposely trained blank.
“…feel any better now?” they asked again, once you’d let the pillow fall back to the couch again, and this time, you huffed out a dry laugh.
“Yeah, actually, I kinda do. I should scream like this more often. You think the others mind?”
Loki shook their head, and it was, in part, out of fondness, and in part due to amusement. “I don’t think the screaming is what’s helping, Y/N.”
“Well, what else would it be, because talking about the whole situation just makes me feel shitty.”
Loki leaned forward, elbows braced atop their knees as they looked at you. “Do you know why that is?”
You tilted your head down to look at them, narrowing your eyes. “I get the feeling you’re about to tell me.”
“Because you don’t talk about it. Y/N, keeping all of this in because you can’t talk to your father about it is doing nothing but letting those emotions fester and mold and the longer you keep them in, the more toxic it becomes to yourself, and to your mental and emotional health.”
You had just enough leftover frustration to be mildly annoyed with them. “Since when did you become a therapist?”
“I’m speaking as someone who knows what it’s like. To have expectations put on you that you can’t quite seem to live up to. To feel like a disappointment, and that nothing you ever do will ever be enough. I get it. Believe you me, I get it more than anyone could.”
You considered that for a long moment, realizing that Loki had to have been telling the truth. You’d never really heard the full story about everything that had ever gone down between Thor and Loki, and even their parents, but you could put two and two together well enough to paint yourself a decent picture.
“…how did you handle it?”
Loki smiled. “Well, I came to Earth and tried to rule all of humanity, so.”
You couldn’t help but to laugh at that, and Loki did, as well, but eventually, they spoke again.
“And you know what? That didn’t help. Nothing ever really helped, until I came here, and had people to talk to, about everything I’d lived through, the trauma I’d grown up with, realized and not. And that… That is what truly helped. Giving myself the permission to not keep it to myself for any longer.”
You nodded slowly, a little stunned at the profundity of the statement, and it took you a few long moments before you spoke again. “…I suppose you have a point.”
Loki nodded, and grinned that insufferable grin that you knew they were making just to get you to smile. “I seldom don’t.” You both shared a genuine smile before they continued. “But I’m serious. Talking about it will help. And it doesn’t have to be with me, or anyone here. We have resources available to us. More than most. And in time… This won’t feel so life-ending anymore. You know?”
You heaved a sigh, and nodded definitively. “…I guess it wouldn’t be so hard to do.”
Loki nodded. “If nothing else, you can always abandon your father on another planet for his sins.” They said it just evenly enough that you couldn’t tell how much of a joke they were saying it as.
“Loki, I say this because I love you: you need help.”
Loki laughed whole-heartedly. “So do you, Y/N. All the best people do.”
All you could do was laugh, feeling like (a bit) of the weight had been lifted off your shoulders.
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The reader gets hurt by a villain while out with loki, thor and asgardians. and Loki kills the villain instantly and then takes care of your wounds while also ranting about how angry he is that he couldn’t protect you
A/N: Slowly cleaning out my drafts so I can focus on my inbox. This was a fun one to write. I hope it was worth the wait!
WC: 1877
TW: Mention of blood, injury.
Rating: PG
“Don’t you worry, Y/N. You’ve got Loki and I and the wholerest of the Asgardians to help with the mission. What could possibly go wrong?”
Everything, itseemed, as an hour later you were cornered into a dimly-lit room with the badguy closing in on you. You’d known little about the guy the team had sent youon the mission to find. Just that he was located in Norway, only a few hundredkilometers from Tønsberg, that he was bad news, and that he had already hurtand killed at least a dozen people, and was rearing to do worse than that. Youdidn’t even know his name.
With the close proximity to New Asgard, Thor and Loki hadassured the team they and the Asgardians would be able to handle it, no issue,and you weren’t about to miss out on a trip to another country with your bestfriend, so you’d tagged along as backup to help with the mission, as well.
It had seemed like a foolproof plan, at the time.
You weren’t so sure now.
A bang behind you brought you back to reality, and youturned in time to see that the guy you were after had made his way into theroom with you, the door slamming shut behind him.
“I don’t think your little friends are going to be of anyhelp to you now,” he taunted, in a thick Norwegian accent. In differentcircumstances, you might have allowed yourself to be distracted with wonderingwhy Thor and Loki and the others didn’t have accents like that, but with thecurrent situation of a bit more pressing importance, you pushed the thoughtaside, tightening your grip on your gun, which felt absolutely helpless againstthe powers this guy seemed to be packing.
“I’m not scared of you. And I don’t need my friends toprotect me.” Quicker than a flash, you aimed the gun and shot, but the bulletstopped in midair as the man extended his hand, and with a wave, the bullet wassent into the wall with a muted sound of impact.
“Charming, for a human. What say we use your death to get a real reaction out of these Asgardians?Give them a real reason to fight, so they stop pulling their punches. How doesthat sound?” He raised both arms, and the debris on the ground lifted into theair, and with a twist of his hand, all the sharp edges pointed in yourdirection.
Over the pounding of your own heart in your ears, you couldhear Loki and Thor yelling over the comms, trying to figure out where you’dbeen trapped and how to get to you. Despite the ridiculously low likelihoodthat it would do anything, you raised your gun again, and shot round afterround at the man in rapid succession, but each one was directed away from himwith but a tilt of his head.
“Alright, that’s enough. Know that your sacrifice was forthe greater good.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but suddenly everything washappening at once. The door the man had come through was knocked off itshinges, Thor and Loki speeding through and yelling all at once as they bothwent to tackle the man to the ground, but even as they hit their mark, the manclenched his fist, and the debris went flying in your direction, faster thanyou had the time to react to.
Mere moments later, you were leaned against a wall, dustsettling around you and, for a moment, you thought you might have managed tomiraculously stay out of harm’s way.
And then you looked down, at the length of broken woodprotruding from your side.
Well, that wasn’t exactly good.
You were almost certain if you hadn’t been sitting alreadythat the sight alone would have made you stumble to the ground. As it was, youcouldn’t stop staring at the wound in an almost morbid curiosity, watching theblood seep through your shirt and trickle down to the ground.
That was when you heard the panicked yelling and screaming,and you looked up, vision doubling as your head swam at the sudden, nauseatingmovement. Thor and Loki were both looking at you in absolute horror, the manheld between them, grinning all the while. You blinked, and the next thing youknew, Loki had moved, snapping the man’s neck where he stood, and then stabbinghim in the chest, for good measure while Thor had hardly even realized what washappening.
The next second, Loki was at your side, yelling somethingabout Med-Evac to Thor over his shoulder.
“Y/N. Y/N.” Lokimoved so they were knelt right in front of you, ducking into your line ofvision, and you tried to manage a weak smile.
“Hey…” You felt so light. As though you could just floataway and join the stars. “…did we do it?” Your brain was more than a littlefuzzy. You’d just taken quite theblow, after all.
“…we did it. We did it, Y/N. But I need you to stay awakefor me now, can you do that? Please? For me?” Loki pressed their hands down onthe wound in an effort to staunch the bleeding, and you were almost certainthat you should have been able to feel something,but you just didn’t.
“…where’s everyone else?” you murmured, looking around theroom, as though that would provide you with the answer you were looking for.
“They’re fine. Everyone’s fine, Y/N, let’s just focus on younow. What are you gonna do, when we get back to New Asgard?” Despite their besteffort, they were failing at hiding the pure desperation in their voice as theyglanced over their shoulder at Thor, who was yelling something about someoneneeding to hurry up.
You hummed softly. “Nice hot shower… Maybe some food… Youguys always make the best food…” You wanted to say more, but you couldn’t quiteget your brain to form the sentences you wanted to say.
Loki nodded, mustering the best smile they could. “We’llmake you whatever you want. Everything you want. The finest Asgardian feastthis planet has ever seen, just… hold on,okay? We’re going to get you out of here.”
You smiled, blinking heavily. “Okay…” You let your eyesshut, unable to keep them open for any longer, and the very second you did, youcould feel every muscle in your body begin to relax.
“No, no, no. Keep your eyesopen. Y/N. Thor, tell them to hurry!Y/N?! Y/N!”
You woke slowly, and feeling no less light-headed than youhad the last time you remembered being awake.
When was the lasttime you remembered being awake?
You wracked your brain, trying to retrace your steps.
The battle, being cornered by the bad guy, the rubble beingthrown in your direction, Loki kneeling in front of you, trying to keep youawake.
For a fleeting moment you panicked, wondering if you weredead, and the thought sent you shooting upright in bed.
And then you realized just how much that hurt, and you yelped, collapsing backagainst the pillows as someone next to you put a hand on your shoulder.
“Easy…. You’ve been unconscious for three days and you’re very injured.”
You turned your head at the sound of Loki’s voice, remainingsilent as you tried to catch your breath after unintentionally exertingyourself. Loki met your gaze, concern evident in their eyes as they raised aneyebrow in a silent question of whether or not you were okay and, after amoment, you nodded a bit, settling yourself back against the pillows a tad morecomfortably.
“You lost a lot ofblood,” Loki answered you before you could even ask the question. “Passed outright in that building. Thought we’d lost you.” Loki was trying to keep theirvoice nonchalant, almost playful, but you could hear the razor-sharp edge ofstress lining it.
You wanted to address it, but Loki, again, beat you to thepunch, clasping their hands into fists in their lap as they looked at you.
“What the hel wereyou thinking, running off like that? You had no business going after someonewith magic when all you had was your gun. You could have died. Norns, you almost did, and you would have, if I hadn’t… IfThor and I hadn’t… Dammit, I shouldhave been in there with you. We were supposed to be partners on this mission,and I never should let you out of my sight. I let you down. And you almost lostyour life because of it.” With that, Loki stood so abruptly that you startled,wincing when it sent a jolt of pain through the bandaged wound on your side. Youwatched in silence for a few long moments as they paced in front of the bed you’dbeen laid in, uncertain if they were finished or if they had more to say.
When it became clear that Loki was more intent dwelling ontheir imagined failure, you heaved a sigh, shifting a little to try and makeyourself more comfortable. “Loki, what happened wasn’t your fault. He was ashitty guy with a shitty attitude who was going to kill whoever he could manageto. I was just the one he was able to corner.”
“Which wouldn’t have happenedif I had been with you. I could have stopped him with my powers. I know I couldhave.”
“And you did. He can’t hurt me, or anyone else, ever again.I’m alive because of you. Do youunderstand that? You stopped himbefore he could do anything else, and yeah, maybe I caught a bit of bad luckand will have some major recovery todeal with because of that, but… I’m alive.If anything is your fault, it’s that.And I don’t think me being alive is anything to beat yourself up over, so… Canwe calm down on the pity party just a tad, huh?” You didn’t say it to be mean.You were just saying it in terms that you knew Loki would react to the best,and when they finally heaved a sigh and stopped pacing, you relaxed a little,knowing you’d achieved your goal.
“I just… You scared meto death. And all I could think about was being the reason someone else wasdead.” Loki’s voice was soft, with a heaviness to it that you didn’t know youcould quite comprehend.
“But you weren’t. I’m alive. You’re alive. And he’s not. And that’s all that matters. Yes?”
After a long moment, Loki nodded, finally looking back up atyou with much less guilt in their expression.
“Yes.”
“Alright, then. No harm done. We’re okay, right?”
Loki blinked a bit at that. “Of course we’re okay.”
You nodded. “Alright.”
You let a comfortable silence settle over the both of you asLoki moved to sit back down in the chair at your bedside, and you would havebeen content to let the silence linger for a little while longer.
But you were nothing, if not a little shit.
“Now. Bring me that feast you promised me. I’m famished.”
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Last call for asks!
I'll be closing the ask box at 7pm EST, so if you've got any other prompts you'd like to see me fill, send them in now!
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this might be the wrong blog to ask but… any advice if someone wanted to start a x reader blog of their own? asking… for a friend…
Not the wrong blog at all!
I started this account on my own in the summer of 2018 because I just got tired of seeing only romantic imagines involving Loki, and as a demisexual lesbian who just thinks Loki's neat... that was Not it for me.
So I started simple, with, like, one sentence imagine scenarios, and then people started getting interested enough that they would send in requests, and I then graduated to like... imagine lists, if you know what I'm talking about? I still use that layout from time to time, but mostly I now do small oneshot requests to fill prompts.
It's totally up to you and your comfort level with writing and with writing the specific character. I say there's not really any rules or anything like. Maybe just... write the content that you're looking for? And then go from there. And your audience will find you and follow you.
There's also never any shame in taking breaks from writing and only doing one or two requests a week or so. Trust me, filling five to ten requests a day that summer left me soooo burnt out, so I had to learn how to dial it back and write and not want to hate the character I was writing for.
All of that just to say... GO FOR IT!
If it's something you want to do, and something that you think would make you happy, go for it. And then if people come along and join the party, then that's great, too. But don't do it just to make others happy. Do it because you love it. Everything else that comes after is just... confetti.
I hope this helped ease your nerves a little! You can send an ask any time, as long as the box is open!
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how would he feel about his lover being autistic?
Quick reminder that this is a strictly platonic writing account.
Asks about romance/lovers will be deleted.
But as far as reader being autistic, it might take me some time to research and write for it, as I'd want to do respect to the autistic community, but I would be okay with writing it. I actually have a request involving autism in my inbox currently.
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ASK BOX IS NOW OPEN
I actually meant to do this on the first, but I am a very forgetful bitch, so it’s open now!
I’ll leave it open for a while. Either for a week, or until I hit... Mm... 20 new requests? Whichever comes first.
So if you’ve been sitting on something you’ve wanted me to write, now’s the time!
SEND SEND SEND!
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Reader gets unexplainable powers. Like telekinesis and others regarding the mind. Loki is like shook af?? But attempts to help the reader control their new gift/possible curse. Maybe they have like a hecking panic attack which causes their powers to almost literally destroy little bits of the compound. ((Idk i say the trailer for Impulse and was like: GaSp))
A/N: Another old prompt I’ve been sitting on for so long that it was in my drafts, not my inbox. I hope it was worth the wait!
WC: 2936
Rating: PG
TW: Panic/panic attacks are depicted to an extent.
You blinked the blurriness from your eyes as you pushedyourself up onto your elbows, head spinning from the effect of… whatever it wasthat had hit you. You hadn’t seen anything, hadn’t heard anything. One minuteyou were standing in the middle of the hideout you and some of the others hadinfiltrated, the next your head had been ringing and you’d fallen to the groundas everything around you seemed to shake from the force of… something.
You pressed a hand to the side of your head and winced. Youdidn’t remember hitting it on anything, but it was pounding. Like there wassuddenly too much inside of it and it was trying to claw its way out. It was astrange and difficult to describe feeling, and you hoped that it would passsoon.
“Y/N, you alive over there?” Tony’s snarky, if slightlyconcerned voice, rang clear over your earpiece, and you huffed out a laugh asyou pushed yourself up to your feet.
“What, you think I can’t handle a blow to the head?”
You were met with a tense silence, and you could almost seethe team looking at each other as someone decided what to say.
“Y/N, what are you talking about? Nothing hit you.” That wasNat’s voice, and she sounded like she was questioning your current levels ofsanity.
“…what do you mean? Did you not see what hit me? Knocked meright on my ass.” You laughed, but stopped when you realized no one waslaughing with you. By now, a few of the others, Loki, Thor, and Steve, had madetheir way closer to you, and were still looking at you strangely.
“Y/N, nothing hit you. One minute you were standing, thenext you were on the ground,” Loki explained gently.
“We thought you were shot,” Thor added, immediately stridingover to check you for the gunshot wounds he expected to find, giving a humphwhen he found you unharmed.
“What happened?” Steve looked around, as though he werelooking for a chair or something for you to sit on, and you shrugged a shoulderas you wrapped an arm around yourself.
“…I don’t know. I guess it’s just like you said, except… Ifelt something hit me. Like, feltsomething knock me over.”
“Stark, what are the chances it was someone or something wecouldn’t see?” Steve asked as Tony landed the suit a small distance away fromthe area you’d all met in.
“Won’t know until we get a medical examination.” Tony caughtyou rubbing at your temple, and frowned. “You hurt your head?”
“Must have,” you muttered.
“Well, I think the best course of action is getting you backto the compound and getting you checked out,” Loki decided for the group, whoall nodded. “Stark took care of those buffoons, so we’re in the clear. Let’sgo, before more come out to play.”
You nodded, and let Thor put an arm around you as you headedback to the Quinjet with the whole team.
A couple of hours and one medical examination later, and youhad no answers to what had happened or whyyour head felt like it was going to split in half.
“Here. The peppermint will help with the headache,” Lokiinsisted as they handed you a cup of tea, and you took it with a mumbled thankyou.
“…you really didn’t see what hit me?” You tilted your headonly enough so that you could meet their gaze, unwilling to stop cradling it inyour hand in a meager attempt to get the headache to subside.
Loki shook their head, concern evident in their gaze as theykept watching you. “It’s like we told you. You were on your feet, and then… youweren’t.” They were quiet for a long moment, as though considering something tosay, and then they abruptly cleared their throat. “Something’s off about you,though.”
You snorted out a humorless laugh, holding your head in yourhands. “Yeah, no kidding. I feel like I got hit by a train that no one else wasable to see.”
Loki shook their head. “No, it isn’t that. You feel different. Your… composition.”
You made a face as you looked up at them. “Okay, explain,please?”
Loki pressed their lips together as they searched for words.“…humans, most of them, are vastly unmagical. Save for the extreme few, as you knowby our teammates. They feel… normal. Ordinary. It’s almost as though there’sa…lack. Between how those that have some sort of power and magic, and thosethat… don’t.”
You nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what Loki wassaying. “And… What, you’re saying that I… don’t have that lack anymore?”
Loki gave you a look that felt both apologetic andbeseeching. “…something like that.”
You nodded once. And then laughed. And kept laughing.“That’s ridiculous. I don’t have magic. I’m not magic. Look.” You waved yourfingers around in a shameful imitation of how you thought it looked to performmagic. “Nothing. Nothing at all. No magic. Nothing special. No anything.”
Loki steeled themself for the panic they could tell you weresettling yourself into, nodding along as you spoke, but completely oblivious tohow the lights in the kitchen had begun to flicker.
“The idea is absolutely laughable, when you think about it.I get knocked over by some invisible force, have a splitting headache thatfeels like something has been put inside my brain that my skull simply doesn’thave the spare room for, and… and the medical examination comes back normal.Absolutely normal! No injuries, no mind control, no traces of anything. And you… You tell me that I suddenly feel like I have magic like that’s acompletely normal thing to say to a person and not something absolutely insane that makes you sound like you’vegone bonkers mad. And there’s no proof. Noproof to validate your statement whatsoever.”
“Y/N.” Loki said your name calmly, but you were having none ofit as you clenched your fist at your side, not because you were angry, butbecause you had worked yourself into such a stressed tizzy.
In fact, you were so worked up that you hadn’t noticed thatevery cabinet in the kitchen was rattling, the tea kettle was suddenlywhistling, despite the stove not being on, and the lights were flickering withsuch intensity that the room was flashing between pitch black and normallighting.
“No, no. Don’t try to take back what you said. You’vealready said it, and now you’ve got me so worked up that I can’t even thinkstraight, which is doing absolutely fuckall for my headache, and I want it to all just stop.” You accentuated your final word with a frustrated wave ofyour hands, forgetting that you held a tea cup in your hand.
But a shatter never came. Instead, you blinked dumbly as youwatched the teacup hover where your hand had originally been.
“Y/N,” Lokirepeated calmly, and this time you looked at them. They only raised an eyebrowin response, before nodding their head toward the kitchen, and you looked overto see all the cabinet doors still swinging back and forth on their hinges, andthe lights flickering, though with much less intensity than they had in themiddle of your argument.
“…huh.” It was all you could manage as you looked back downat the mug floating in front of your hands, taking it gently before you lostwhatever focus you had and it crashed to the floor.
Loki smiled, an insufferable grin that made you want tothrottle them. “Do you believe me now?”
You huffed out a breath, and the cabinets all swung shut,making you jump slightly. “…it would seem I have no choice but to.”
Good. Now that we’vegot that all squared away, I think we should let the rest of the group knowwhat happened.
“…yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“What?” Loki looked over at you, brow furrowed.
“We’ll go tell the others, like you said.”
“Y/N, I didn’t… say anything… out loud…” They looked at youfor a long moment, and this time, it took less of a push for you to comprehendwhat had just happened.
“…okay. I can… read minds now, too? Is that…? We’re doingthat now, I guess.”
“I think we should tell them now.”
“Good idea.”
A couple hours and some tests later, and you had no more conclusiveresults than you had after the firstmedical examination.
Nothing in your brain looked out of the ordinary, nothingshowed up in any scans.
You just… suddenly and unexplainably had telekinetic powers.And then some.
No big deal, or anything.
“We should work on controlling them.”
You made a face at Loki as you walked next to them. “I just got them. How am I supposed to controlthem already?”
“By practicing. A lot.”Loki opened the door to one of the training rooms, holding it open so you couldgo in before them, and then closing it once the both of you had gone inside.
“Because that sounds somuch fun.”
“Well, your options are control your powers through endlesshours of training or risk tearing the entire complex to pieces, not just thekitchen, the next time you have a little… flare-up.”
“It wasn’t a flare up!” You didn’t mean to say the words asharshly as you did, and they were accentuated with the lights flickeringoverhead and the weights shaking on their rack across the room. “…maybe youhave a point.”
“Of course I do.” Loki sounded so sure of themself that thephrase didn’t even sound snarky. They just knew that they knew more about thesubject than you did, and you couldn’t even blame them for it. “Sit down.”
You watched as they dropped to the floor in the middle ofthe room, and you followed suit, crossing your legs as you sat across fromthem.
“We won’t know for certain until you have better control,but… at least for the moment, it seems that your powers are… connected to youremotions. Or at the very least, heightened by them. I don’t have to explain whythat’s a horribly dangerous correlation.”
You nodded. “So how do I fix it?”
“You fix it by controlling your emotions.” Anticipating yourgrumpy response, they held a hand up. “We all have emotions that get out ofhand sometimes. Nothing against you, or anyone who lets their emotions get thebetter of them. Myself included. The trick is minimizing it. Allowing yourselfto feel it for a brief moment, and then… tucking it away. Until you need it.”
“You make that sound ridiculously easy,” you grumbled,pulling one knee up to your chest and wrapping an arm around it.
“It isn’t. I’ve just had centuriesto perfect it.”
You heaved a frustrated sigh, flopping back on the ground.“So what you’re saying is that I’m doomed. Beautiful.”
“I’m saying youhave to work for it. It won’t be easy. But it will get easier. In time.”
“And how do I practice this exactly?” you argued, staring upat the ceiling.
“Well, for one, breathing techniques. They help keep you calm.And steady breathing is the key to steady magic.”
“Not magic,” you reminded them.
“As good as,” they shot back.
“…fine. So… what, I practice breathing techniques like I’mabout to go into labor, is that it?”
“Look, do you want the help or not? I can always let you letyour powers tear the whole compound to shreds and deal with Stark in theaftermath.”
“No!” You answered a little too quickly, and the lightsflared with a quiet buzzing noise in response. “…no. Please. You’re the onlyone that’s going to be able to help me with this. I… I’m sorry. It’s all… new.Having powers. Give me a gun or a knife or hand-to-hand combat, and I’m fine,it’s just… there’s so much skill required,with this.”
“And was there not for any of the other things you haveproficiency in?”
You were so annoyed that you pulled yourself to sit back upjust so you could level Loki with a glare, because you knew they were right.
“That’s what I thought.” They were silent for a moment, andthen heaved a deep breath. “Look, I won’t tell you that any of this is going tobe easy. You’re… largely alone in this, and I and the others can help you trainto some degree, but the majority of it… is just you. And I’ll do what I can,but… you have to commit to it, too. Okay?”
Your lips twisted to the side as you considered what theysaid, and as you drew your knees back up to your chest and settled your chin ontop, you nodded. “…okay. I… appreciate it. Your willingness to help me…navigate through all of this.”
Loki only smiled. “What are best friends for?”
You smiled, as well.
“Now, about those breathing techniques.”
You tried not to roll your eyesthis time.
“Easy… A little anger goes a long way.”
You nodded once, visualizing your energy and emotions focusinginto a small, concentrated ball between your hands. Careful not to let yourselfdwell too much on your anger, butfeeling it just enough that you could feel it feeding into your power.
With a slow, deep breath, you pushed your hands out in frontof you, watching as the semi-circle of dummies surrounding you fell as ifknocked over by an invisible wave. It was the last move in a series of movesthat had been more successful than anything you’d tried in the six monthstraining with Loki to get your emotions under control so that you could workbetter with your new powers, and the excitement of finally nailing it left youpunching your fist in the air with an excited squeal, the small burst ofhappiness making the lights flicker overhead.
“I did it! Did you see that? I finally did it!” You beamed as you walked over to where Loki wasstanding, swiping up your water bottle so you could take a lengthy sip from it.
“Only took you six months,” Loki teased, and you shot them afaux glare.
“Keep it up and I’ll tell Thor about how much you missed himafter you faked your death on Svartalfheim and pretended to be Odin.”
Loki scowled. “That is a privatememory, how dare you use that as leverage.”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, I only learned from the best,after all.” You stretched your arms out before nudging Loki with your shoulder,smiling all the while as the both of you began heading back toward the commonareas. “Your secret is safe with me. Just like everyone else’s are.”
“You know, I think technically you might be the mostdangerous of all us now.”
You made a face. “What, because I have telekinetic powersthat have taken me six months just to minorlyget a hold of? You or Wanda or Strange could do the same in a matter of seconds.”
But Loki shook their head. “No, no, no. No, no. You’re dangerous because you know all of oursecrets now. You know all the dirt. Blackmail central, if you think about it.”
You made a face and nodded slowly, considering that. “Yeah,if anyone on this team ever does me dirty, it’s curtains for you lot. Though I have gotten much better about…accidentally tuning in.”
“What a nice way to say you’ve been eavesdropping.” Lokishot you an amused look, and you crossed your arms over your chest.
“Hey. It’s not exactly an easy thing to ignore. Especially when it’s quiet or if there’s onlyone or two people in the room with me. It makes their thoughts so much louder.”
“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all. I’ve never had the abilityto do anything like that. To my knowledge, anyway.”
“To your knowledge? What, as if you could hear someone else’svoice in your head and not realizeyou were reading their mind? I call bullshit.”
“Alright, fine. I’ve definitelynever had that ability. But it’s probably for the best. More for… back then,than for now. Who knows the shenanigans I would have gotten into? The chaos Iwould have caused, for Midgard and my parents and my brother. Norns, I couldhave had it all, if I’d really wanted.”
“Whoa there, you’re a reformedbaddie now, remember? No talk like that.” You knew they were only joking, butyou wanted to set the record straight, justin case they were having any ideas.
“Sure.” Loki nodded thoughtfully for a moment, cutting theireyes toward you. “Though I suppose I could always have just used them to figureout whether or not anyone had a crush on me or something mundane like that.” Apause. “Like you do with my sister?”
Your cheeks flushed brightred, and with them, the lights overhead buzzed loudly. “How the hell did you catch on about that?”
“Well, I mean, the way that you concentrate on her sointensely when she’s around made it rather obvious in and of itself…” Lokitaunted.
“Oh, you are so dead,” you grumbled.
“You’d have to catch me first.” And with that Loki took off,leaving you to chase after them as the lights shattered one by one in yourwake.
You were going to have fun explaining that one to Tony later.
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omg Loki reverting his age by accident and having to look after him with Thor tho
To make up for the heartbreak of the last fic. xx
WC: 2119
Rating: G
TW: none
“What do you meanyou don’t know what happened?”
“I don’t know, I just heard Loki practicing spells in theother room, and then it got suspiciously quiet, so I went to go check, and…”Thor gestured exasperatedly at the small toddler that stood in front of theboth of you, and you heaved a sigh, wondering how in the world your life had come to this.
“Okay. So Loki’s currently a toddler. Anything we can doabout that? Counterspell, something?”
“Ackchoowe,” Loki piped up, tiny little hands clasped neatlyin front of themself, “It shood weaw off. Evenchoowe…”
“…eventually? Soyou have no idea how long you’re going to be like this?” This was just gettingbetter and better by the moment, and you were trying your hardest not to makeLoki think you were exasperated or mad atthem.
“What are we gonna do? Is Loki even potty trained? I’m not on diaper duty,” Thor complained.
“They’re a toddler,not a newborn, Thor. We shouldn’t have to worry about that.” You hesitated,glancing back over at Loki. “…right?”
Loki only nodded, and with that minor concern out of theway, you finally took the time to get a proper look at Loki’s new and improvedtoddler version.
You supposed they looked exactly how you’d imagined theywould have, as a child. A true miniature version of their current self,complete with slicked back hair, though they were absolutely swamped in theshirt they’d been wearing as an adult, making them look even tinier than theyactually were.
“Alright. So we know that this will take care of itself intime.”
“Hopefuwee,” Loki chimed in.
“…hopefully, so I suppose the only thing to do at this pointis… make sure they don’t die until things get back to normal. That seems prettydoable.”
“Yeah, well you didn’t know Loki back when they were thislittle. Tiny little fiend.”
“Yoo wewe nobettuh,” Loki countered, crossing their arms over their chest in what usuallywas a pretty sulky move for them, but given their current state of being, itjust looked adorable, and it made you huff out a laugh.
“What we’re not gonna do is start a fight with a toddler, Thor.” You shot him the most menacinglook you could muster, and it must have worked, because he averted his gazesomewhat apologetically, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Now. Loki,you seem pretty laid back for a toddler. You’re going to behave right? Be agood kid?” It was not lost on you, how ridiculous this whole scenario wasturning out to be.
Loki only smiled, with toomuch innocence as they nodded. “Of cowse.”
Not an hour later, and you were regretting everything.
Loki had behaved for a good bit, while you’d tried toentertain them with children’s videos on YouTube (you really didn’t know whatyou were doing, and that seemed like a fair choice), but then you’d looked awayfor a second to check your phone and had heard the tiniest little mischievouscackle you’d ever heard in your life, and had looked up in time to see Lokitoddling around the corner as fast as their little legs could take them.
And now here you were, chasing after them as they absolutelysquealed with delight at their own antics.
“Loki, come on. I thought we were having a nice timewatching videos?” You tried not to sound as winded as you felt, but for asuperhero, you were terribly out ofshape when it came to chasing down toddlers, it seemed. “What, were they toochildish? I’m sorry, what did you want to watch instead, videos about fightingwith daggers? You’re a kid, you can’twatch those right now.”
“Says yoo!” Lokicalled over their shoulder, maintaining impressive speed, for someone who hadnever showed much athletic inclination in as long as you’d known them.
“Thor, I’m gonna kill youfor abandoning me with this icicle on speed,” you grumbled, lamenting the factthat Thor had been gone for over half an hour to get child-safe snacks from thenearest grocery store. “Loki, come on. Is it because Thor left? He’s just goneto get you some food. You like food, don’t you?”
To your surprise, that actually caused Loki to hesitate, andthey almost comically screeched to a halt, turning to look at you. “…food?”
You smiled, coming to a stop in front of them with abreathless huff. “Yeah. Food. It’s lunchtime. And maybe after that we can goplay outside or something? And Thor will come with us, and it’ll be fun. Yeah?”
Loki tilted their head slightly in their signature look ofcontemplation, and it looked so adorable that you couldn’t help but to feelwhat annoyance you’d had at their antics melt away.
“…I guess dat woodbe ekskepticoo.”
You wanted to cry with relief as they toddled back over toyou, grateful that you’d managed to convince them to stop running. You hopedtheir appetite for mischief was filled, for the time being.
“Okay. Let’s go back, yeah? I’m sure Thor will be back anysecond now.”
“….cawwy me.”
You gave Loki a look, but they only smiled up at youinnocently. Their tiny little face was hard to say no to.
“You’re a child,do you know that?” you grumbled, picking them up nevertheless, and Loki onlygrinned.
“Weww, ya, haveyoo seen me?”
They had a point.
By the time you got back to the living room, Thor was in thekitchen, unloading several grocery bags full of yogurt tubes, juice pouches,and lunchables, among other things.
“I didn’t know what to get, so I got… like, everything,” Thor explained as youwalked over with Loki settled on your hip. “What do you say, Loki. Anythinglook good?”
“Ya,” they said unhelpfully.
Thor nodded slowly, waited for further explanation, and thenheaved another sigh. “…anything in particular?”
“Ya.”
Part of you wanted to scream, and also laugh. At leasttoddler Loki was getting on both ofyour nerves.
“…can you tell uswhat you want to eat for lunch?”
“Otay!” Loki grinned and started pointing at things, and youdutifully pushed them over to one side, and by the time Loki had finished,you’d set aside a meal comprised of a single Babybel cheese, a fruit punchCapri sun, a lunchable, and a snack cake that you’d chided Thor for getting, asit was not all that suitable for atoddler. “Eat now, eat now, eat, eat, eat!”
You laughed, despite yourself, as you got Loki settled in astool at the kitchen island, sitting yourself down close enough so that youcould keep an eye on Loki and make sure that they didn’t fall off their chairin their excitement. “Okay, okay. Go for it.”
You watched in silent amusement as Loki crafted their littlemeat and cheese cracker sandwiches from their lunchable, swinging their tinylittle legs all the while as they worked. You couldn’t help but to find itadorable. Which also amused you,because you knew that if Loki knewthat you thought they were anything close to ‘adorable,’ you’d never hear theend of them complaining about it.
Still, it was fun to watch the way your best friend acted,now that they had temporarily been reverted to their youth. So similar to howthey usually acted, but with a childish air that made them all the moreendearing.
“Stahp stawing atme and eat yoow own food.”
You chuckled, looking down at the lunchable you’d picked outfor yourself. “Big talk for someone I could easily put in time out,” youtaunted as you started making your little pepperoni pizzas.
Loki gave the most dramaticbaby gasp you were pretty sure you’d ever heard in your life. “Yoo woodn’t dawe.”
You only grinned as you looked over at them, taking a biteof your pizza. “Fuck around and find out.”
The way their jaw dropped made you feel a little less remorseful about cussingaround a literal toddler.
After everyone was finished with lunch, and you’d madeseveral jokes about putting Loki down for a nap, an idea which had simply not flown with Loki, you and Thor tookLoki out to the grounds so that they could run around and burn off some toddlerenergy and so that both of you couldtag-team keeping an eye on them to stop any impending mischief.
You sat yourself down cross-legged as you watched Loki runabout in wide circles, being chased by Thor, who seemed to be feeling much moreplayful and childish himself, now that he’d eaten. You took the quiet moment byyourself to watch them, and wonder about whether their life had been like thiswhen they were both toddlers.
Loki wasn’t much one to dwell on their youth, and you’dnever really pushed them to talk about it. You knew the bare minimum. Howthey’d always grown up in Thor’s and their father’s shadows, and how theirmother had been the one to teach them how to use seidr so that they could havetheir own skillset beyond what they were being taught on the battlefield and bytutors. It wouldn’t have surprised you if they’d done everything they could toforget what it was like to be little. You couldn’t imagine being ‘the spare’was worthy of many memorable moments, no matter what the bond between Thor andLoki had been like, back then.
You were rather forcefully knocked out of your silentreverie by Thor plopping down next to you with a loud huff, immediately fallingback to lay in the grass.
“Your turn,” he stated decisively, sounding out of breathand exhausted.
“What, the God of Thunder needs his own nap, huh?”
Thor opened his eyes long enough to give you a look that said it all. “Maybe.”
You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up to stand. “I’mforgetting who’s really the toddlerhere, you know.”
You saw Thor raise his hand, but you turned before you couldtell if he was waving dismissively or flipping you off. Instead, you looked outto try to see where Loki was, and found that they had wandered over to thesmall garden that had been a joint effort for the team in hopes to give you allsomething to focus on outside of thehard work you did on missions. You slowly walked up to where they stood,dwarfed next to a small patch of sunflowers.
“Now you know whatit feels like to be shorter than the flowers,” you pointed out, in reference tothe many times the group had teasedyou for being shorter than the taller stalks of sunflowers.
“It’s wike a fowest.”
You nodded, looking at the sunflowers. “Little bit.” Youlooked over at Loki, who was looking about how you expected a toddler who’dworn themself out running around for a half hour would look. “Are you tired?”
“No,” Loki grumbled, pointedly looking away from you.
You nodded, and turned back to look at the flowers. “Are yousure?”
“…….no,” they finally admitted, after a long moment ofsilence.
You nodded again. “You can still take that nap, you know. Nojudgment. You know I love a good nap. No age reversion necessary.”
Loki actually gave a tiny little laugh at that, so youturned back to look at them for a short while before heaving a dramatic sigh.“What if I carry you in? Then willyou nap?”
“……”
“……”
“……maybe.”
Nevertheless, they held their arms up, and you picked themup, letting them lay their head against your shoulder as you carried them backto where Thor was still sprawled out, and you stopped to nudge him in the side.“Hey. We’re going in for a nap. You staying out here?”
You received only a snore in response, and decided Thorcould nap wherever he wanted, so you let him be as you carried Loki back insideand to their room.
They looked absolutely tinywhen you sat them down on their bed, and you would have joked about it, if theydidn’t already look like they were halfway to sleep.
“You know where to find me if you need me, okay?” Youcouldn’t resist the urge to ruffle their hair as they nodded.
“….tank oo, fow taking cawe of me.”
You couldn’t help the way your entire being seemed to softenat the statement. “…you’re easy to take care of. Go to sleep, now. I’ll let youterrorize Thor when you wake up. Deal?”
Loki gave the sleepiest, most devious grin you’d ever seen.“Deaw.”
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For your recent post about Loki dying on you, I feel like at his funeral his best friend would just say "As much he was my best friend, some bitch had to die first-" during the speech to try to be positive before bursting out in genuine grieving tears
I am scraping so far into the barrel with this prompt that I don’t even remember which post about Loki dying this was originally about, but uh... Have some emotions, anyway!
WC: 1349
Rating: G
TW: character death, mention of character death
The day you had been dreading was finally upon you, and asmuch as you’d tried your best to mentally prepare yourself for it, you justdidn’t know that you’d be able to make it through the day without some sort ofa breakdown.
Losing Loki had been the one thing that could have happenedto you that would have ruined you completely, and you were handling it gloriously badly.
The time that had passed between Loki’s death and thepresent had seemed to somehow pass by both in a blur and at a snail’s pace atthe same time, and you couldn’t remember the last time that you had feltanything besides grief and pure exhaustion. You weren’t sleeping much, youweren’t eating much.
“You know you don’t have to do this, Y/N. No one expects itof you,” Thor reminded you gently, as he straightened his shirt for what had tohave been the tenth time in the last two minutes.
You shrugged a shoulder, gaze fixated on the wall becauseyou weren’t sure you could handle looking at Thor in the eye. Not when you knewyou were one wrong move away from collapsing in on yourself like a black hole. “Yes,they do. I was the closest one to them, other than you and Hela. Besides, Ithink I’ll really knock it out of the park.” You nodded, but you weren’t evenconvincing yourself.
Thor, for what it was worth, accepted the statement at facevalue. “…alright. No shame in bailing, though. Just… in case.”
You nodded, and smoothed your clothes down, and didn’t moveagain until Hela came into the room and gently announced that it was time.
A part of you was glad that you’d be the last to speak atthe funeral. It gave you the opportunity to hear what Thor and Hela were goingto say, while allowing you a few minutes to both compose yourself and edit yourown speech to better follow after Loki’s siblings’.
Hela was the first to speak, and her speech focused on the technicalityof it all. How death was only a step towards what came next for Asgardians, andhow Loki was being greeted as a warrior in the halls of Valhalla right at thevery moment. She was emotionless, which wasn’t out of the norm for Hela by anymeans, but you could tell by the way she slightly leaned into Thor, who stoodnext to her with a steadying hand on her forearm, that she was reeling from theloss just as much as you and Thor were.
When it came time for Thor to speak, he began to cry beforehe could even finish his first sentence, and he had to take several moments tocollect himself as he regaled a few stories about growing up with his sibling,and how life had been when they were younger and times were simpler, and how hewished he could go back to those times and freeze them like a picture, beforeanything bad could ever happen to them. By the time he had finished, he was soconsumed with sobs that Hela had to guide him back to his seat, and even oncethey had both sat down, she kept her hand in his.
And then it was your turn, and suddenly you felt as thoughyou couldn’t breathe and couldn’t think and couldn’t move.
Hela’s speech had been reserved and almost poetic, and Thor’shad been nostalgic and mournful. You needed something in between. Somethingthat would ease the burden that was weighing everyone down.
“Just be yourself.”
You could hear Loki’s voice in your head as clear as if theywere standing right at your side, and it gave you the courage to steel yourselfand move to the front of the room, hands clasped in front of yourself.
You hadn’t written the speech down. You hadn’t even writtenan outline down. Your plan the entiretime had been to wing it. Chaos, to a fault. You hoped Loki would haveappreciated it.
You cleared your throat as you looked up at the small crowd;there were somehow less and morepeople than you expected to be there, and the feeling of all their gazes on youmade you a little anxious.
“…so. I’m not… related to Loki. Not… Not really. But Lokiwas… the best friend I’ve ever had. The firstfriend I had, when I came here. I didn’t know how to control my own powers.I didn’t know how to fight with a team. I didn’t know anything. And Loki… Well, Loki knew everything. Or at least, made it seem that way.”
That earned a few quiet laughs from the gathering, and youallowed yourself to a smile a bit, as well.
“Loki had such a… strange quality about them. They alwaysacted as though they were… beyond help, beyond hope… Beyond belonging. But whenyou think about it… Loki’s sort of the reason we’re all here today. And I don’tmean because this is their funeral.”
Again, you got a few laughs, and you laughed a bit, as well.
“Without Loki, none of this…” You gestured openly, inreference to the main greeting hall of the Compound, where everyone hadgathered for the funeral. “…would exist. There would be no Avengers, no Campus…No team. And yeah, maybe it was a shit plan that Loki came here with, but… theyleft here with so much more. They left with mended familial bonds, new friends,a home away from home… A new family, in all of us.”
You swallowed thickly, before you continued.
“And I, for one, am so grateful to be part of this place.Part of Loki’s unintentional legacy. And you know, as Loki’s best friend, Ithink I’m legally allowed to say this next part, but… One of us had to be thefirst to die, and rather that little shit than me.” You felt a lump rise inyour throat, even as you laughed, but you pushed past it. “I don’t say that tobe cruel. Not by any means. But when you think about it, Loki saw so much ofthe world. Had so much time with theworld. Over a thousand years is a long time to have to live and learn and tolove and be loved, a-and…” Your voice caught in your throat, and out of thecorner of your eye, you saw Hela move to get up, but thought nothing of it.
“A-and the sad thing is… the sad thing is that… A thousandyears is a really, really short timeto live, by Asgardian standards. A-And Loki… Loki was like a baby… They werejust a baby… They probably weren’t even finished experiencing the world, the universe…” You hiccupped out anothersob, and tried to blink away the film of tears that had clouded your vision. “…andI wish that they could. I wish they could still be here, and I wish they couldstill experience the world, and… And I wish I had my best friend back… I justwant my best friend back…”
Unable to handle the grief any longer, you sank to your kneesand wept, and it was only then that you realized that Hela was standing next toyou, an arm around your shoulder. “Sh… Come, you don’t need to be in here anylonger.”
You let her pull you up, and by the time she’d walked youback towards the rows of chairs, Thor was at your other side, and together thethree of you walked out to a more secluded area, away from the eyes of everyonewatching.
Once you were alone, you opened your mouth in a meagerattempt to apologize, or maybe explain yourself, but you were cut off by Thorbear-hugging you, and the next moment, you were sandwiched between both him andHela.
And all you could do was stand there and keep sobbing andgrieving and wishing that Loki was standing there with you, too.
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Ok, but one thing I would love to do is show Loki my culture, like music and literature (I'm Brazilian), I think they would love it. Could we get reader also showing their culture/country to Loki to see their reaction? Could be any so other followers can relate too. I'm also kinda tired of them only showing American reality and not other places in big media lmao
I wanted to make this a bullet list, simply because I didn’t want anyone to feel left out if I focused on one specific country or culture, but one day, when I have the askbox open again, if you’d like to see something specific to you, please drop an ask! I’d love to learn about your culture, too.
okay but Loki would be the Most interested in learning about your culture and your country
obviously, from a learning point of view because Loki is a reader and they enjoy learning new things and seeing new things
(something Thor finds endlessly amusing and teases them about to no end)
and also because Loki has the help of the Allspeak, they’d be super interested in learning more about where your mother tongue comes from and what it’s like there
they’re just a curious little bean all around
(tell that to anyone and you’re Dead though)
and of course, Loki would want to hear things from your point of view first
what sort of things you did growing up, what traditions you have and the like
and naturally, they compare this to their upbringing on Asgard because it’s just such a Stark difference between realms
“So you don’t have coming of age balls which all the finest nobility from all the Nine Realms attend?” “...no?” “Well, why not? It’s a perfectly good excuse to dress up.” “Yeah, well, considering we didn’t even know there were Nine Realms until, like, ten years ago...?” “.....fair enough.”
and of course, you talk about the food from your home country, as well
you even make them samples of your favorites for them to try and see if they like
and try not to laugh when the spices nearly take them out
“What, Asgard doesn’t have spices like this?” “That set your mouth on fire the likes of which matches your Midgardian concept of Hell? No.” “Wimp.”
they always end up liking the sweets more, anyway
and so you always make extra whenever you cook or bake treats
and one day, when you have the time and the money and the ability to, you take Loki to go visit your homeland
and you show them all the places you’re familiar with and that have meaning to you
and also explore places you’ve always wanted to see but haven’t yet
and you buy handmade goods and trinkets to take back as souvenirs
and watch the locals sing and dance and celebrate various occasions and whatnot in the streets (while trying to get Loki to join in on the fun)
“I’m observing.” “Participate.” “Make me.” “One push and you’re the center of attention, you big icicle.” “...I will end you.”
you also go to art museums and historic buildings while you’re there too!
if not because you want to go, because Loki wants to go
they’re surprisingly interested in the history and all the art that comes with it
and they always point out the constants in presentation and architecture that show up throughout history
certain buttresses in buildings, or certain characters or ideas in paintings
elements that transcend the decades and centuries
things you never would have thought to look at or think about, but that are so obvious once pointed out
sometimes you wonder if you’re learning more than Loki is
and you just have so much fun learning and exploring with your best friend
and you take so many pictures, so you always remember the time you spent together visiting your homeland
and when you get home, you miss it already, even though you know you’ll be able to go back some time again
and Loki thanks you for sharing your world with them
“I used to think Midgard was so... dull and useless and... primitive, when I used to be... Well, back then. But you’ve shown me that it’s beautiful and colorful and alive, and most importantly, you’ve shown me what’s made you you, and what’s influenced your life, and I’ll never forget this journey we took. Thank you for sharing it with me.”
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R has shapeshifting powers, but just in living things (real or not; in other ppl too) & somehow Loki & R have this contest on who gets to completely trick the other; they go to a mission where things go south, lose communication with R; Loki finds some big dead animal ? that looks dreadfully similar to R; Loki (& others from the team) kind of have a breakdown there. R shows up, limping, bleeding & hurt but /alive/ from the trees nearby saying something like "Seems like I win" & comfort after :')
A/N: This kinda got out of hand, but was really fun to write. I hope it’s just as fun to read.
WC: 2975
Rating: PG for non-graphic violence and mention of blood/injury
TW: None
You’d always been proud of your ability to shapeshift.
You’d discovered what you could do when you were younger and found yourself one moment wishing you could run around as free as the horses you loved to read about, and then the next physically becoming one. You’d been grateful no one had been around when it had happened; you weren’t sure how you would have explained that one.
And from then on, you’d tested your limits, with caution, usually taking to clearings in parks or in the woods near your house so that you could figure out what all you could shift into without drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.
You kept it a secret from everyone, even your closest friends and family members, and had always been careful when shifting and running around, and you’d never ran into any problems.
When you’d found out you could shapeshift into people, as well, you’d gotten yourself into all sorts of mischief, the likes of which would have had your mother on her sickbed if she knew the extent of some of them. You never did anything bad. Rather to say, you’d never done anything criminal that would have landed you in jail if you’d been caught, but as you got older, you also got smarter about it, trading in fun shenanigans for small moments of justice or payback when you deemed it necessary, all without ever being caught.
Until you had been. Not by the cops or anything that would have landed you in court or worse.
By Tony Stark himself.
You couldn’t even remember what exactly you had been doing, but as you had gone into an alleyway to shift back into your normal body, you’d looked up to see him staring at you, and you’d been so shocked you hadn’t even thought to shift into something to try and get away. You’d just stared at him dumbly until he nodded his head to himself and then told you to follow him.
Like you weren’t going to pass up the chance to talk to the Tony Stark.
And then one thing had led to another, and you’d been invited to the Compound to work with the Avengers as “quite the valuable asset,” Tony had put it.
The rest was history.
Presently, you were in the middle of a sleepless night. The bane of your existence and, unfortunately, a rather frequent affliction that you dealt with, no matter what tricks you tried in meager attempts to avoid it. So with a heave of a sigh at the realization you weren’t getting any sleep any time soon, you dragged yourself out of bed, grabbing your phone and a water bottle before heading to one of the larger training rooms.
It had been a while since you’d let yourself just free-shift without restraint, so you were actually sort of looking forward to the opportunity. As soon as you had closed the door behind you and sat your things down, you broke into a run, jumping in the air just before hitting the middle of the room and catching yourself on light wings as you shifted into a small falcon, circling around the room in lazy loops for a few laps before diving down into a barrel roll headed straight for the floor and pulling yourself up just before making impact. You circled lower to the floor this time and went for another spin, and mid-circle you shifted into a jaguar, landing carefully on the pads of your feet before picking up speed, pouncing from floor to bench to the top of the weight rack, light on your feet even with the extra weight of the big cat. You walked across the bars, and then let yourself shift into a spider monkey, swinging back and forth as you watched your reflection in the mirror.
You weren’t sure how long Loki had been watching you from the doorway, but once you noticed them, you startled so sharply that you went careening back into your human form, landing with a dull thud on the floor as you thanked Stark for having the foresight to make the floors padded.
“Ever try announcing yourself?” you grumbled, rolling your shoulders to rid yourself of the pain from landing.
“What, and miss out on that glorious landing you just pulled? Never.”
You scowled, but it was more in jest than anything else, and you watched Loki’s reflection approach, turning to look at them once they’d reached your side. “You’re just mean.”
“I know, isn’t it fun?” They sat down next to you, and you couldn’t help but to feel like they looked out of place. You weren’t sure why, it just felt weird to see Loki sitting on the floor like you were. Maybe it was just because they always seemed so proper, and sitting on the floor of a training room was decidedly not.
“Can’t sleep either?” you finally said after a while, and you realized that you had subconsciously started in on your stretching routine in the silence. You couldn’t help but to grin fondly when you noticed Loki join you, even though you weren’t entirely sure you’d ever seen them do anything exceedingly athletic in as long as you’d been at the Compound. Not including missions, naturally.
“Actually, I heard you leave your room and wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Aw, how sweet of you. And very creepy,” you teased, stretching out your legs so you could touch your toes, turning your head to look over at them. “Still. Had to have been awake to hear me.”
Loki made a face, but said nothing, and after a while, they sat back with their weight on their palms, looking up at the ceiling. You could tell there was something that they weren’t saying, but even as close as the two of you had gotten, you didn’t think it was quite your place to call them out on that, so you just continued stretching in silence, waiting to see if they’d say anything on their own.
When they did finally speak, it wasn’t at all what you expected they might say.
“Hey, how about we have a little competition of sorts?”
Once you’d gotten over the initial shocked confusion of the query, you couldn’t help but to grin, never one to back down from a challenge. “What sort of competition?”
“Well, we both shapeshift, and we’re both pretty damn good at it, so… I was thinking maybe we could just see who can shapeshift the best?”
You scowled. “That’s no fair, you have, like, a thousand years of practice on me.”
“Fine, not the best, per se, but whoever can trick the other the best. Catch them completely off guard, as it were.”
You nodded along slowly as you considered it, pulling yourself to sit upright as you looked over at them and, after a short moment, held your hand out to shake on it. “Deal.”
Loki grinned and took your hand, shaking it firmly once. “Deal.”
And so began a near month of trying to trick each other at the most inopportune times imaginable. You lost count of just how many times each of you had tried to trick each other, but some of the more memorable ones were the time you had turned into a cat and swatted Loki in the face until they woke up one morning (resulting in you getting launched into the air when they threw the covers back, which was not a reaction you had prepared for), and also the time that Loki had turned into a chicken, one of your most irrational fears, and chased you around the Compound for the better part of an hour. Both had been hysterical, but neither of those moments had been winning moments for either of you no more than any other time the two of you had tried to trick each other since the competition had started.
And now, as you sat in the Quinjet being briefed about a somewhat tense situation that you and the team were being sent to handle, you tried to ignore the mischievous glint in Loki’s eye. As soon as you had some quiet to prepare, you turned to look at them.
“Absolutely not, this is the worst place to continue on with the competition.”
“This is the best place! We can even use it to our advantage. Give the other guys something unexpected to handle.” Loki sounded a bit mad, and while you normally on-board with that level of madness, you were just a little worried that it might backfire.
“And what happens when one of us gets shot because they think that we’re just animals getting in the way?”
“That will never happen. Besides, snakes are hard to shoot.” They grinned and shifted into a snake, curling around your forearm in what you knew was their attempt to get you to soften, and you scowled, clinging to your grumpiness.
“You’re going to get us killed.”
But Loki said nothing, because both of you already knew that you were dumb enough to go along with it.
For what it was worth, you did wait until you had separated from the team before the both of you shifted in your animal of choice for the mission; you into the large, grey wolf that had always been your favorite animal to fall back on when you shifted, and Loki into a raven this time, taking to the sky with a taunting like caw that had you both shaking your head at the ridiculousness of the situation, and wondering if you’d both just made a grave mistake.
You didn’t have much time to think about it as a wall of bullets started cascading around you, and you slunk off at an easy run, sticking to the shadows as you tried to figure out where the fire was coming from so that you could attack. It didn’t take you long to find a couple of men set up in a makeshift shooting platform in a tree, and you shifted into a panther and bounded into the air, shifting back into a human in midair long enough so that you could kick them from their stations, and then shifting back into the wolf so that you could land back on the ground gracefully.
With that taken care of, for the time being, you looked back up to the sky, part of you hoping that Loki was circling overhead so that they could see the show you’d just unintentionally put on, but they were nowhere to be seen, and you realized they were probably actually helping out the mission instead of trying to show off like you were.
“Okay, Y/N, let’s focus. Plenty of time to show off when you’re safe at home again,” you grumbled to yourself.
“That’s the spirit!” Loki’s voice was barely audible over the rush of wind as they shot past you through the air, turning in an excessively-flourishing barrel as they went, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.
“You’re still an idiot!” you yelled back weakly, and then the sound of more gunfire drew you back to the task at hand, and you set off in that direction, determined to give whoever else was left the same treatment as the others.
Loki headed straight for the center of the battle, diving and swooping in between the attacks the other Avengers were carrying out on the HYDRA agents, clawing at whatever body parts they managed to reach without risking getting caught or shot down, and the tactic worked surprisingly well. They were moving fast enough and randomly enough that no one seemed to be able to tell where or who the attack was coming from, effectively giving Loki the upper hand to disorient them while the rest of the team went in to finish immobilizing them.
Before they knew it, the threat seemed to be expunged, and the agents had all been detained with restraints and gags while some of the Avengers kept watch over them. With the need no longer necessary, Loki shifted back into their human body, rolling their shoulders as they looked around, expecting to see you with the others.
“See, Y/N, what did I tell you? Nothing to worry about…” They trailed off as they realized you weren’t anywhere, with any of the other Avengers. “Thor. Stark. Have you seen Y/N?”
“…you haven’t…?” Thor asked after sharing a look with Tony, who also shook his head.
“So we have no idea where… Norns, do I have to keep track of everyone around here?” Loki grumbled to themself, though the worry drowned out whatever annoyance they might have been feeling, and without another word, they took off.
“Y/N?! Y/N, where are you? We’re done, come back to the quinjet so we can leave already.” But even as they teased, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. “Y/N, I’m not playing anymore. We’re all ready to leave, you can come out now. Is this punishment for me being a showboat? I take it back.” Not half a minute of walking later, and they stopped dead in their tracks, where a motionless pile of… some sort of animal lay in the middle of the field. “…Y/N?”
As they drew nearer, they could see the same coarse grey fur of the wolf you loved to shift into, and they hesitated as they got closer, not daring to step any further, lest it confirm their fears.
“…Y/N. Stop that. You’re scaring me.” They inched closer, and when the mass of fur still didn’t move, they swallowed thickly. “…Y/N. We’re not playing games anymore. We’re done. I’m done. No more competition, just… just get over here so we can go home.” Unable to bear the unknown any longer, they finally managed to work their legs enough to go over so they could kneel next to the animal, and being closer only seemed to confirm what they were most afraid of, and they grew very still for a long moment before snapping out of it enough to call over their shoulder.
“Stark. Get paramedics over here, now, Y/N is…”
They looked up just in time to see you staggering out of a nearby copse of trees, one hand pressed against your side where blood was stained down the length of your shirt and dripping down your pants, and looking pale and worse for the wear, but human and alive.
You managed your best lopsided grin.
“I think I… I think this means I win…”
You took another step forward, and then the world went dark around you as you fell, vaguely aware of Loki rushing to try to catch you before you hit the ground.
When you opened your eyes again, it didn’t take you very long at all to realize that you were in the hospital wing of the Compound. It smelled of saline and medicine and clean, and the lights were far too bright for you to handle, so you squeezed your eyes shut again with a quiet little groan of discontent.
At your bedside, Loki’s head shot up. “Y/N…? Are you awake?”
You couldn’t bear the absolute distress that laced their voice, and when you opened your eyes to look at them, it was with a somewhat guilty expression, ready to apologize.
But Loki didn’t even let you speak.
“Norns, you scared the hel out of me. What were you thinking, going off on your own like that? You could have been killed. You very nearly were. Banner said you would have bled out, if we hadn’t found you sooner. And don’t even get me started on what you were doing so far away from the rest of the group in the first place. What if we’d never found you at all? What if you’d been kidnapped and they’d gotten away with you? What if-?”
You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you held a hand up to get them to stop talking.
“Loki.”
They fell silent, but still looked unhappy, and worried, and scared.
“Can I talk?”
You waited for them to nod before you continued.
“First of all, you act like I’ve never gone off on my own on a mission before. It’s what we do. And I knew exactly where everyone else was the whole time. I wasn’t killed because I’m bloody good at what I do, and don’t you forget it. I just… had some idiot try to take me down with him, that’s all. I was away from the group because there was a hidden sniper range that some of you were a little too close to for comfort, and you did find me and I wasn’t kidnapped, and they didn’t get away with me, and you’re going to worry yourself sick if you keep thinking about what could have happened instead of being grateful that you did get me here in time. So just… breathe. Okay?” You kept your hand held up, hoping you came off as placating and not annoyed or frustrated, and when Loki finally heaved a slight sigh, you relaxed.
“…you’re right. You’re right, I’m sorry, I just… I saw that dead animal there, and… I thought it was you, and everything just… I don’t know. I was scared.”
You smiled a little. “Well, you don’t have to be. I’m right here, and you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that to get rid of me next time.”
Finally, Loki smiled a bit, even as they rolled their eyes, and that was all you really wanted. Plus, it made it all the funnier when you smirked cheekily.
“Better luck on the next competition, though.”
You thought Loki might have throttled you, if you hadn’t been hooked up to so many wires and IV tubing.
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what about R having a collection of knives and daggers both as a hobby and because they can come in handy, but like, it's kind of a secret to avoid being judged, but R's always been interested in Loki's daggers and wants to see them. Loki eventually finds out and they are delighted and both spend time talking pointy weapons >:)
A/N: This was silly and fun to write, I hope you enjoy it!
WC: 1268
Rating: G
TW: None
Since before you’d ever even come to the Compound, you’d had an affinity for collecting pointy things.
Knives, daggers, even the occasional sword or two.
There was something about the delicate shape and weight of each individual weapon that drew you to it. So light and compact, but so deadly and useful.
Or maybe you were just a little strange, who could ever really know?
The more you collected, the more you started realizing you wanted to learn how to use the various weapons you were acquiring, and so had begun the many hours of YouTube, documentaries, reading, and even personal lessons online or in person. Anything and everything you could do to bring forth a proficiency that could serve as both a party trick and a form of self-defense, if ever you’d need one.
And then one day, you had needed one, and you’d had a dagger on you, and long story short, you’d sort of helped the Avengers catch a minor bad guy they were after, and after seeing how well you’d handled yourself in the situation, they’d invited you to the Compound on a trial basis.
Which must have gone well, because you’d been there for the greater part of six months now, and it was nice to be around so many amazing people. Even if you felt vastly useless amongst the likes of gods and scientists and trained assassins.
Nevertheless, you were grateful that you got to be there, and you were grateful to have a place where you could safely practice with your weapons.
It was about a month after that that Loki arrived and, like everyone else that had been on Earth during the Attack on New York, you were more than a little wary about them. But Thor insisted that Loki was a changed person, and you were much more lenient than any of the others were, so you were more inclined to actually try at making them feel welcome.
Even then, you kept your cards close to your chest. You didn’t let on what your skills were that led you to be part of the team, not because you were embarrassed or didn’t trust them, but mostly because you childishly wanted the element of surprise in the off chance that things with Loki didn’t go so well at the Compound.
In the weeks that followed, however, you and Loki became thick as thieves. You were the first person, aside from their brother, that Loki really allowed themself to open up to, and you appreciated that they trusted you enough to give you that information about themself. And aside from that, they were funny and careful, and felt like the sibling you’d always wanted growing up, and something about the combination of all that made them easy to be around, and you enjoyed their company, despite the rest of the group still being on the fence about them.
They’d been there for a little more than a month when they’d come over to your room rather unexpectedly and unannounced while you were in the middle of polishing some of your weapons, and when they stopped talking altogether as soon as they fully entered the room, you couldn’t help but to feel a little guilty; like a secret you’d unintentionally been keeping had suddenly come to light and you couldn’t quite explain why it had been a secret in the first place.
But much to your surprise, Loki didn’t seem offended at all.
In fact, they actually looked… excited? Or perhaps elated was a more accurate description.
“Y/N, you didn’t tell me you collect daggers.” There was an edge to their voice that you couldn’t quite place, somewhere between respect, admiration, and downright eagerness.
You huffed out a laugh.
“Ah… Yeah. Yeah, I… I collect all sorts of them, actually. Not just daggers. Knives, too. Not kitchen knives, but like… I guess, tactical knives and stuff like that? Like, things you’d find in the military and stuff, I guess, not just the froufrou ‘these look like I excavated them from a seventeenth-century graveyard’ type of daggers. Oh, and swords, too, but they don’t fit in this case. They’re in the closet.” You stopped yourself from saying anything else, mostly because you felt like you’d just word vomited for the last thirty seconds and wanted to shut up for a moment.
“…why didn’t you say anything before?” There was that hint of defensive, disappointed quality you’d been expecting more.
You shrugged a shoulder. “…dunno. Kinda silly, I guess I just… wanted something about myself to be a mystery until it… didn’t need to be?”
“So, no one else knows you have these? Can you use them?”
“Oh, sure! I don’t know how proficiently, but… I mean, I guess well enough for the Avengers to want me to be on the team so… go me!”
If Loki was offended by making the connection that they specifically were the one you hadn’t told, they didn’t show it or say it. Instead, they only nodded.
“I see. Well, you know, I myself have quite a few daggers, as well. They’re smaller, easier to hide, and more intimate to have to use, but Norns, if they don’t get the job done when you need them to.”
You perked up. “Wait… Can I see some of them? I wanna see how different Asgardian metals are from Earth ones. I bet yours look so much more refined. And do they have magick, too? Or is that just… an Asgardian person thing and not, like… an object thing?”
Loki laughed, and summoned a dagger from thin air, holding it out by the blade so you could take it by the handle, and you held it reverently, studying the carving and curvature of the entire thing as a whole.
“Sure, we have some objects that are imbued with seidr and other types of magick. Sort of like how Thor’s hammer is constructed of Dwarven metal and protected with a spell from the Allfather. But it’s admittedly pretty rare.” They fell silent for a moment as they picked up one of your daggers, a small one you’d bought specially made from an Etsy shop to fit your personal vibes. “Besides, daggers are pretty proficient on their own, wouldn’t you say? No magick necessary.”
You nodded, turning over the dagger in your hand. “It feels much heavier than any of mine. Is that due to the materials used in the dagger, or is this meant to be heavier than usual?”
“Mm. It must be the composition of Asgardian metals. Yours, in turn, feels much lighter than anything I’ve used before. Not to say that takes away from its efficiency. In fact, that probably makes it easier to use. The lighter, the better, after all.”
You nodded, and took a step away from Loki so that you could try a few twirls of the dagger without risking hitting them, making a slight impressed face at how easily the dagger cut through the air, even with the added weight. “This is a true thing of beauty. And the patterning on the handle. Are those Norse runes?”
“I believe that’s what they call them on Midgard, yes.” Loki took their turn to swing your dagger around a bit, using several complicated moves that left you blinking at them in mild surprise.
“Okay, you have to teach me how to do that. Please please please please please?”
Loki laughed as they looked over at you, and you both handed each other your respective daggers back as Loki grinned.
“Y/N, it’s like you don’t know me at all.”
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