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Casual Encounters

✨Loki✨ pt. 7

Parings: Loki x Fem!reader

Word count: 3k.

Warnings: Slight swearing

Material: LOKI POV, fluff, angst

A/N: Hello! I tried my hand at a Loki POV chapter, and I think it turned out alright! Next scene is gonna be spicy so I hope you enjoy this sweetness right now. Hehe thanks for reading! Okaaaaayyy let’s goooo.

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Loki POV

I followed behind (Y/N)’s lead through the forest. Her pace had been steady, her shoulders pulled back as she carried herself in a familiar manner. The manner of a God. While I thought she was crazy for sticking around this death trap of a forest, I had to admire her for her bravery, no matter how misguided I thought it was. She had used her power for a while, covering the ground in slick ice as she sped down through the trees. It was hard to keep pace with her, and I fell a few times, only to be immediately picked back up by her soft hands.

After a while, her body seemed drained from using her powers, so I insisted she stop and rest, much to her disapproval. We settled on walking.

We had been walking for hours, the sun burned overhead and cast golden spires of light through the thick branches. They fell on her like dancing ribbons, illuminating her hair and skin. I found myself watching the curve of her hips as she walked, feeling my face become warm. It was hard not to become distracted by her, even amidst the ever encompassing forest. She was absolutely breathtaking.

It was odd. These feelings that arose whenever I was in her presence often left me speechless. And I was not one to be left speechless. I had been in the company of many, in my past. Men and women came and went without so much as making me bat an eye, but (Y/N)... She had caught my eye from the moment I met her.

“I don’t see the importance of our attendance,” I muttered, walking the length of the bifrost bridge with my brother. Traveling to Midgard was not really a hassle, the speed in which the bifrost traveled was faster than taking any ship, but I had a rather fun evening planned for myself.

“Ah, Loki,” Thor chuckled, “I’m sure your acolytes will be here when you return, awaiting at the foot of your bed in the finest of threads!”

He took a hold of my shoulder and squeezed my shoulder. I pushed him away, but I couldn’t help but smile. It was nice, comforting really, to be able to feel relaxed around my brother, finally.

“Besides,” Thor continued, “It’s not everyday a new Avenger is inducted. The last one being you, if you remember.” Thor looked at me with a kind of pride that our father never did. It was all encompassing, full of acceptance and love. I turned away from the intensity of it, warmth spreading through my chest.

“Well, that was me. It makes sense to throw a gathering for the God of Mischief becoming one of Earth’s mightiest heroes.” We made it inside of the bifrost, Heimdall stood in the center, his expression its usual stern setting.

“Midgard, Heimdall,” Thor said, straightening the sleeves on his Asgardian vest. Heimdall gave a grunt, but turned the sword and transported us to Earth.

We landed outside of the compound on a stone landing pad. Apparently, Stark was getting irritated with the scorch marks on his grass. I was wearing my usual attire, sleek black and green fine Asguardian leather. It was a party after all.

“Hey there fellas,” Natasha called from the entrance of the compound. She was wearing casual dress attire. A fitting red dress with black heels. Her red hair was tied up behind her in an intricate bun.

“Romanoff! It’s been ages!” Thor bellowed, slapping a hard hand onto her shoulder. She looked at him with an irritated expression. “Ouch,” she muttered, “Well come on in, things are just getting started.” We followed behind her, until she abruptly stopped at the door. She turned to the two of us, her expression stern.

“Be easy on her, this is an adjustment as you can imagine.”

I thought about my life, and the multiple twists and turns I had to go through in order to end up here. I could only imagine what this newcomer had endured to get here.

We entered the party, soft music poured out from the crowded room as Thor and I passed familiar faces.

“Well, if it isn’t the Gods of Thunder, blessing us with their presence,” Tony Stark smirked from the balcony. He was standing next to Pepper Potts, who held a small child in her hands. “Stark! I need some words with you!” Thor yelled, a smile on his face. He looked at me for a moment before disappearing up the stairs.

I tensed. I knew everyone here, but it wasn’t often that I was left alone with the Avengers. I made my way to the bar, hoping to ease my tensions with a drink. I was pleased to see a familiar face as I took a seat next to Bruce.

“Lo’ Banner,” I greeted, raising my hand to call the bartender. Bruce turned to me with surprise, but his expression softened slightly as he saw me. “Hey, Loki. How are you?” We made small talk for a minute as I received a glass of whiskey and sipped on the cool fire. My body was beginning to relax when I heard her for the first time.

“May I sit here?”

I turned and saw her. Her hair was parted to one side, spilling down her shoulder as she looked at Bruce expectantly. She was wearing a long black dress and a cardigan that made it hard to see her skin, aside from her neck and collarbone. Almost as if she were trying to hide herself from everyone.

“Of course,” Bruce indicated to the seat between us. She graciously took the seat and ordered a drink, chugging it in one go. She looked up at me, her eyes glinting in the light as her face flushed immediately. “Sorry,” she murmured, “I’m not good in big crowds.”

“Loki, this is (Y/N),” Bruce introduced her to me, “She is the MVP this evening.” He nudged her softly, trying to lighten her mood, but instead she just gave a dry laugh.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/N),” I mused. Her name felt like velvet in my mouth.

“And you as well,” she said, her eyes settling on my face. There was an odd sort of curiosity in her eyes, almost as if she were examining me as a specimen rather than a person. I wondered what she thought of me, if she had any thoughts of me at all. Most people, especially Midgardians held my name to be one of infamy, due to my first trip to New York. A stain on my past that I was trying hard to wipe clean.

“So,” I began, leaning closer to her with a sultry smile, “How did you get the honor of becoming an Avenger, (Y/N)?” I meant the question as an easy opening, hoping to learn more from her then whatever propaganda I might hear from Rogers or Stark. But instead, she shied away from me. She dropped her gaze, her face red with embarrassment. “I’m not really sure, if I’m honest.” Her response took me for a spin, and I arched my eyebrows in confusion. “Surely, you must have some attribute or skill that caught the attention of… someone.”

She just shrugged her shoulders, a piece of her hair falling from its place and lingering on the delicate spot of her throat. My fingers ached horribly to push it behind her ear.

“Oh, don’t be modest, (Y/N),” Bruce said, “(Y/N) here saved most of the Western part of the United States.” I blinked in surprise, looking at the shy girl beside me. Her shoulders hunched uncomfortably as Bruce continued. “Yeah, a major Earthquake hit near the Hoover Dam, and the dam just absolutely fell apart. (Y/N) was able to hold back the waters, saving millions of lives.”

“I’m sorry, you… held back the water?” I asked stunned, “And how, if I may ask, did you accomplish this?” (Y/N) looked at me, her eyes seemed amused. She wiggled the tips of her slender fingers for a moment, then straightened them out and held them there. I looked at her in confusion, until I felt the glass in my hand tremble. I looked down, and was amazed to see the ice cubes shake, and finally break apart and melt into thin ribbons. They danced around, bouncing off of the air and encircling my head before bunching together again and returning to cubes in my glass.

I turned to her, my eyes wide. “Interesting,” I murmured. She looked abashed once again, shrugging her shoulders. “I guess it’s more than just a gimmick,” she said almost sourly. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I knew it, Steve Rogers came up behind her, and put his hand on her shoulder. “You ready kid?” (Y/N) gave one shuddering breath, and a quick squeeze of her eyes before rising from her seat.

“Wish me luck,” she whispered, putting her hand on my shoulder as she walked away, into the crowd of waiting Avengers.

I was taken out of my memory when I abruptly ran into (Y/N)’s back. She stumbled forward, swearing as I scrambled to catch her. “Loki,” she muttered, her wonderful voice saying my name. “Sorry,” I apologized. She brushed herself off and pointed ahead of her, “Look, over there.”

I focused my attention to where she was pointing, and sure enough, through the thicket of trees and brush I saw the unmistakable glimmer of metal. “Easy,” I said in a low voice. I took a step in front of her, wanting to be the first one if any danger should arise. We made our way slowly towards the camp, and to our dismay, found it in ruins.

Tables had been knocked over, and paper had been scattered all over the ground. There was clearly a sign of a struggle, but no blood or evidence to be found. I heard (Y/N) give a small sharp intake of breath as she found Barton’s bow lying in the dirt. “No…” she whispered, running her fingers across the sleek bow. I wanted to comfort her, more than anything else, but it was hard to find the right words to say. Especially, when situations were this dire.

Instead, I began to go through the discarded papers, hoping to find something that would be useful. I found maps of the city, pictures of city leaders, and names of all the children that had disappeared. One paper caught my attention, it was crumpled and torn in the middle, but I was able to put it together and read bits and pieces. My eyes widened.

“(Y/N), come look at this.” She looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears as she quickly wiped at them hastily. She was by my side in an instant, the warmth of her beside me was the only thing I could think of. She took the paper from my hands, her eyes scanned the document over and over again until she looked up at me with shock on her eyes.

“There’s a child that hasn’t been taken still in the city,” she whispered. I nodded, unsure of what we should do with this information. “Do you think the others made their way into the city to find the child?” she asked me. “It’s possible, certainly with all the other disappearances, they would want to know why this child alone survived.”

She began to pace again, clutching the paper in her hands as if it were a life raft. My eyes followed her. I often found myself studying her movements whenever she was worried. Her mouth would move incoherently, as if she were talking to herself trying to piece together her thoughts. She was usually so indecisive, when it came to decisions about herself, but now with her friends' lives on the line, she seemed more focused, more sharp. It was fascinating to watch.

“Okay,” she finally said, stopping her pacing to look at me, her eyes blazing, “We need to find this kid. If they can lead us to any sort of clue as to why these things are happening then we need to try and investigate.”

“Okay, but how are we going to get within the city limits undetected? They have the city under extreme lock down.” (Y/N) gave me an amused look, her eyebrows rising as she crossed her arms. “Are you telling me that the God of Mischief can’t find a way to smuggle us in?” I gave a wicked grin, enjoying her playfulness whenever I could. “I suppose I could find a way in,” I mused, “Of course, we’d have to be careful within the city. They may not take kindly to our presence, especially mine.” I had considered the idea of who would be blamed under these circumstances. I certainly had the past for such deeds, even if I had no reason to kidnap children.

“We’ll be careful. Once inside we’ll keep a low profile and learn more about the kid. Once we find out any information, we can find a way to contact Scott and the others.” I nodded, agreeing with her plan. I held up the paper that contained a map of the city and tucked it into my suit. “Well, we better get going. I fear we have a long walk ahead of us if we plan to make it to the city by nightfall.”

(Y/N) looked at me with confusion, one hand on her hip. “Who said anything about walking?”

By the time we made it out of the forest, we emerged in the city of Evita, the neighboring city to Buenos Aires. The city streets were deserted. Doors were being quickly closed and locked, while stragglers were hustling about to fall in line with the city curfew. To keep a low profile, I conjured an illusion onto (Y/N), making her look like an elderly man. For myself, I changed my appearance to that of a young woman in her twenties, rather enjoying the transformation into something more feminine.

(Y/N) looked at me, her mouth turned into an annoyed frown. “You don’t like it?” I asked, trying to sound sarcastic, although the idea of her not liking me in any form made my chest feel hollow. She blinked at me, her long lashes kissing the tops of her cheekbones as she did so. “No, it's not that,” she muttered, “I just hate that you’re this beautiful hot piece of ass while I’m over here looking like an old fat man.”

I laughed. “To be fair,” I smirked, “I am always a beautiful, hot piece of ass.” She rolled her eyes at me, but there was a pinkness in her cheeks that made me grin. “And besides, pet, I want to hide you as best as I can.”

(Y/N) and I kept to the shadows as the sun was beginning to set, following alleyways and dark roads outside of Evita until we hit a roadblock on the outskirts of Madero. Government officers had been posted up all along the roadways, turning around every car and pedestrian that came their way.

“Now what?” I asked, certainly not wanting to fight all of them. (Y/N) chewed on the inside of her cheek as she looked around the empty streets. Finally, she looked down at a sewer drain, and raised her eyebrows skeptically.

“No!” I said in disgust, “There is no way in Hel!”

“It’s the best chance we have at the moment!” she hissed at me. She had begun to move the manhole, taking great care not to make too much noise. Once she removed it, the smell that came up from the ground made me gag. “(Y/N), I can’t…” She looked at me, a look of pity in her eyes. “Well, I have to.”

Then, like the deranged woman she was, she jumped down into the sewer. I immediately looked down the hole, but the darkness kept her out of view. “(Y/N)?” “I’m fine, come on. It’s not so bad. I think this leads straight into the city.”

I swore underneath my breath. The things I was willing to do for this woman… I needed to reevaluate my feelings. I took the leap, holding my breath as my feet made contact with the slick wet bricks of the underbelly of the city. I opened my eyes to darkness, and panic had made me release my breath. Her hands were on my shoulders, steading me.

“This way,” her voice echoed off of the walls and she took my hand and led me through the sewers.

After about an hour of walking through my worst nightmare, we finally came upon a large manhole that we suspected led to the center of the city. Once we were back out in the fresh air once again, I reapplied our disguises. We both agreed it would be best to find a place to stay for the night, being that with the curfew it would be dangerous to be out in the open. The only issue we faced now was where we would find refuge.

We scanned the streets for hotels, hoping for an easy solution, but to our dismay most of the city shops were closed or boarded up. The city seemed to be falling apart. People losing any sensibility with the sudden loss of their children. “How sad,” (Y/N) whispered, looking at the various vacant shops and buildings.

We came across a residential area, houses filling out every square inch of space. But the town was eerily silent. There had been a mass exodus when the children were first taken, people who haven't lost a child feared that they too might be next. The city was thought to be cursed. There was one building on the corner of the street, a tall apartment building with a vacancy light flickering in the window.

We looked at eachother, her expression seemed hopeful, whereas I was more skeptical as to what lied inside. Without any other immediate options we walked in. There was an older woman sitting at the front desk, her eyes covered with large spectacles as she looked up from her paper to look at us.

“Hola,” the woman said wearily, “Como Estas?” “Bien,” (Y/N) replied in her illusion state. I looked at her surprised. I wasn’t aware that she spoke Spanish. Luckily, I too could speak the language. I could speak all languages if I so desired. “Do you have a room?” I asked in her native tongue. “Si, si,” she muttered, turning around to fetch a key from her desk.

“I usually charge rent for each month, but with how things have been recently…” the old woman sighed, “There is no one who wants to live here now. So, for you, 20 pesos a night. The room is on the top floor, apartment A. The old owners left in a hurry, so there is still furniture for you to use.”

(Y/N) reached into her pocket and retrieved a fifty dollar bill. She handed it to the lady then grabbed the key. “Gracias.” The woman looked stunned at the amount of money and gave a great smile as we made our way up the stairs.

The apartment was small. A studio apartment is what (Y/N) called it. It was fashioned with a bed, couch, tv, fridge, bathroom, and a stovetop. Whoever lived here did in fact leave in a hurry. Clothes had been scattered on the floor, along with canned food and family pictures. (Y/N) walked around the room, her hand covering her mouth as she examined what was left.

“It’s so weird,” she began, “I feel like we’re intruding on their lives.”

The moonlight spilled in through the large window on the wall, casting her in a pale light. I felt my breath catch in my throat watching her. She took a seat on the bed, taking care to readjust the sheets on the bed as she finally laid back. I found myself slowly inching towards her, watching the length of her body stretch out across the bed.

“This sure beats a tree branch,” (Y/N) murmured, her voice already sounding drowsy. I laid down beside her, being careful not to touch her as I did so. I felt her shift on the bed, and smiled when I saw her curled up, her face facing me as she closed her eyes. Her face seemed so peaceful as she slept. I pulled the coverlet up from the foot of the bed and gently placed it on her. She stirred for a moment, but quickly stilled again, her breath exhaling in a slow rhythm. I watched her until my own eyelids began to falter. Finally, I allowed myself to fall asleep and dream about the girl lying next to me.

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