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high-functioning-lokipath · 2 years

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List a 21

And c 11

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A/N: Requests are from a mass prompt list I made a while back...she chose A21 "I think I love you." And C11 "No, like…. It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes."

I also used some song lyrics for something Loki says...it's a rather obscure song but I like it LOL

Hope everyone enjoys it!

"I think I love you."

You stop immediately at hearing those words. Sure, Loki and you had been flirting for a while now. He'd taken you out a few times but you didn't expect him to express himself so plainly just yet. The two of you had bonded immediately when he finally joined the team, but that had been a while ago. Your playful romance had only developed a couple months ago.

"You couldn't have waited until we got back to the tower after the mission?" You retort, running your knife through yet another one of the enemy soldiers.

"But I realized it just now!" He yells back, fighting off another wave with a blast of his magic. You chuckle, moving back to back with him as you work together.

"Well, I suppose this is exactly how one would expect you to admit your feelings. Right in the middle of chaos." He shoots you a quick smile over his shoulder before returning to the battle. The two of you, Thor, and Clint had been sent out on a mission together. It had interrupted plans that you and Loki had but he had promised to make it up to you when you got back.

Once you land at the tower, Loki immediately hurries out of the jet with you in tow. "Just a minute, Reindeer Games!" Tony calls after you two. "I need your mission report!"

"He told me he loves me!" You yell back, giggling excitedly. Loki pulls you into the elevator, slamming the close door button before any of the others can catch up. "What are you planning, Loki?" You ask with a grin.

“Well, I think there’s still time for the dinner I had planned. And possibly a movie if you’re feeling up to it.” You blush brightly and smile.

“That sounds amazing, Loki,” You reply. “Thank you. You,” You smile, looking down at your hands in his. “You’re amazing.” The two of you go back to his room and Loki immediately magics himself clean and into his loungewear. You groan when he does so. “I wish I could do that,” You lament.

“You can use my shower if you want,” Loki replies, walking to the kitchen. “I’ll heat up dinner.”

You smile and head to the bathroom, watching him for a moment from the doorway. Loki always acts so tough around everyone although he’s learning to relax around the team. But around you, he’s completely relaxed. He wears the most comfortable midgardian clothes, he doesn’t care if his hair is messy, he’s just himself. You smile and close the door, taking off your dirty mission clothes and getting in the shower.

When you get out, you wrap yourself in a towel and gasp. “Crap! I don’t have a change!” You sneak into Loki’s adjoining bedroom and into his closet. You grab one of his black button up shirts, the hem falling at your thigh. You pause for a moment to take a breath, inhaling his scent. You also grab a pair of his shorts and, at the last moment, decide to grab his cape, wrapping yourself up in it.

"Darling? Are you finished yet?" Loki calls out, knocking on the bathroom door lightly.

"All clean," You reply, walking out of the bedroom door. He turns around with a smile, his expression changing to something you can't recognize as he looks at you. "Is, um, is everything okay? Should I have not-"

"No!" He exclaims, interrupting you. "It's just, I can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes." You smile and walk up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Would you have rathered I walk around-"

"No! Th-that's fine!" Loki replies, chuckling softly, cheeks flushed a bright red. “Let’s eat dinner, shall we?” He asks. You follow him to the sofa where he has a plate served for each of you on the coffee table. He lets you pick the movie and the two of you eat in comfortable silence as the movie plays.

When you finish eating, you set your plate back on the coffee table and sit back, leaning on his shoulder. Loki wraps his arm around you, conjuring a blanket over you both.

“I love you too, you know,” You whisper. He pauses the movie and looks down at you with an excited smile. “I’ve loved you for a long time but I was afraid to tell you and overwhelm you.” Loki glances away, seemingly embarrassed.

“I’ve known you for a long time but I’ve just begun to care. I know I've been blind to not have loved you all this time. But I have finally found what you are to me and-” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “And I suppose that’s what counts. I didn’t realize too late this time.”

“You realized right on time, Loki,” You reply with a smile, squeezing his hand. “Would it be presumsuous of me to call you my boyfriend?” You ask hesitantly after a moment. Loki’s eyes light up and a grin spreads on his face.

“I would love that,” He smiles. “And I shall call you my girlfriend,” He says, although he makes a face as if the word has a bad flavor. “Perhaps I shall find a different term. That one is a bit too midgardian for my tastes,” He admits with a chuckle. You laugh and snuggle into his side.

“As long as you love me, I don’t care what you call me,” You smile. A mischievous smirk spreads over Loki’s face.

“Are you sure about that, pet?”

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vbecker10 · 2 years

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Shadows of the Past

Part 48 (Part 47)

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(LOKI POV)

You walk over to the trashed desk and put the picture on top of the disheveled pile of papers. You notice a piece of yellow paper taped to the bottom of the now upside down mouse pad. The paper has Y/N’s handwriting on it and you think that is a very odd place to keep a note. You peel it off and read it, then you re-read it.

“What’s that?” Thor asks, you hand it to him.

“I think Y/N left us a lead without even knowing it,” you tell him.

"What do you mean?" Thor asks.

You smile for the first time since Y/N was taken and hand him the small piece of paper.

He reads it over and tries to hand it back to you, still confused. "This is just a list of names..." Thor says.

You groan, "You need to pay better attention in the briefings brother. There are twelve names on this list. Do any of them look familiar?"

He looks at the note again, studying it. Then he looks up, "Wait... some of these are the ones who escapes from the Raft."

You nod, pointing to the names. "These are the five who escaped the Raft with Sarah and Marc. These three I have not heard of but the four at the bottom... they are the scientists from my first mission with Y/N. The Hydra base in Bulgaria," you tell him.

"So she has a secret list of Hydra agents?" he asks, still not quite making the connection.

You take the list back and start to head towards the door. "She wrote this before the escape," you tell him and his mouth drops. "We spent the whole afternoon in the conference room discussing the various plans then Y/N and I went straight back to our room afterwards. She didn't come up here."

Thor nods slowly and its almost like you can watch the pieces click into place. "One of those other names sounds familiar. I think I remember where I saw it," he says.

"Where?" you ask.

"When we were moving her things. I found a sealed box in the back of her closet and brought it into the room you share now. I didn't think much of it, I figured it was from her apartment but Rogers opened it to help her unpack. I heard him lecturing her about having classified documents in her room... he put the box by the door, I guess to bring it back to the offices. When we got called away, he must have forgotten it there because he didn't have it with him in the conference room," Thor says.

You both immediately leave Y/N's office and head quickly back to your room. While in the elevator, your mind wanders back to the night Y/N moved in with you, the night before she was taken from you. You couldn't help put pray to the gods that it wasn't the last night the two of you spent together.

(A week and a half ago)

You lay on your side with Y/N curled up against you, she hasn’t said much since you got back to your room.

She ate just enough at dinner so that you wouldn’t bother her about it and then she showed and crawled into bed without a word. She looked exhausted so you took a quick shower and got into bed with her. As soon as you were under the covers she rolled over so you were facing each other and held onto you tightly.

You put your arms around her and you rub her back slowly. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” you ask her.

“I have a bad feeling about tomorrow,” she mumbles into your chest.

You run your fingers through her hair gently, “Y/N, we’ve spent the last few hours going over everything, covering every scenario we could think of. Nothing is going to happen tomorrow.” You try to reassure her but you can tell she doesn’t believe you.

“You are walking into a trap Loki,” she whispers.

You move so she is laying on her back and you are above her. You touch her cheek lightly, making her look up at you. “I know, and I would do it over and over if it meant I could keep you out of harms way,” you tell her.

“How can we be sure we are ready for everything Hydra could be planning?” she asks. She looks away from you and you see a single tear run down her cheek.

You kiss her cheek and she turns back to you. "We don’t,” you say honesty.

She sighs, “I don’t want you to do this. Something could go wrong. What if you get hurt again-”

You lean down and press your lips to hers, stopping her from talking. She puts her hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Her other hand moves to your lower back, and you press yourself against her on the bed. She moans softly when you bite her lower lip and then run your tongue along it. She parts her lips and you move your tongue against hers.

When you finally break the kiss to breathe, you rest your forehead against hers. “I’m doing this so you don’t have to. If anything happens to me, I will heal but I couldn’t live with myself if I let you get hurt,” you tell her. You stroke her cheek as you look into her eyes. “I love you Y/N. Please, don’t worry about this anymore. I promise, everything will be fine,” you smile at her.

She smiles up at you, “I love you Loki, but I’m still going to worry.”

(Present)

“Loki,” you hear Thor say, you shake your head and look up at him. “Are you alright?”

“What?” you ask.

“The elevator stopped,” he says and you realize he’s holding the doors open.

“Right, sorry,” you step out. “I was just thinking about the night before Y/N was taken.”

He looks at you concerned. “She was so worried something was going to happen to me... I didn't even think she would be the one in danger," you tell him as you stand in front of your room.

You hadn't been inside since that night, you didn't want to go home without Y/N. You put your hand on the knob but you can't bring yourself to open it. Thor steps forward and he reaches for it as you pull your hand back. "I've got it," your brother says as he opens it and goes in first.

You follow him inside and look around. Everything reminds you of Y/N, she may have only lived with you for one day but she had spent so much time here with you. The books the two of you were reading were sitting together on the coffee table. Her favorite hoodie was hung over a chair in the dining area, you remember conjuring it for her. She wanted something soft but light in your favorite shade of green. Some of the pictures she took when you walked through Central Park where hung on the wall above the dining table. The neat stack of DVDs she had yet to organize and put away were on the floor in front of the tv stand.

You stay by the door and close your eyes, wishing she would just walk out of the bedroom and this all would have been some horrible nightmare. When you open them, it is just you and Thor in the quiet, empty room.

"Brother, are you ok? You can wait in her office and I can look for the files," he offers.

You clear your throat, "I'll be fine once Y/N is safely back here."

He nods and opens the closet by the front door. He bends down, looking at the boxes that Y/N didn't have time to unpack.

"Thank you brother," you say quietly as soon as his back is to you. He doesn't respond but you know he heard you. If there is one thing you are thankful for, it is that you had Thor. It was almost at if Y/N had known you would need him when she asked him to help you with the move. You try to push that thought aside as you go into your bedroom.

The two of you work on silence, him in the front closet and you looking through the closet in the bedroom. A few minutes later he calls you, saying he found it. You go into the living area and he puts a box on the coffee table. You take the note out of your pocket and he read off the names as he flips through the files.

"They are all here," he says. "And this," he hands you a notebook filled with Y/N's handwriting.

You take it from him and sit on the couch, flipping through the pages. You can't help but smile as you think about how Y/N never ceases to amaze you. "She connected all of them," you tell Thor. "Look at this," you flip back to the first page and hand him the book as he sits next to you.

He reads it carefully, "She knew there were other agents who had been compromised by Hydra. That's why she kept all of this on paper, so no one would know how close she was getting."

You nod, "We need to bring this to the team. I know where she is." You stand up quickly and put the notebook back in the box, then you pick it up.

"FRIDAY, tell the Avengers to meet us in the conference room immediately," you say and the computer confirms the command.

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bxcketbarnes · 3 years

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Grandmaster’s Daughter

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 3900+

Author’s Note: Back at it again with some more Loki fiiiiics. This is the most motivation I’ve had to write for a long while. I’m really happy right now. Anyway, I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you thought xox

You walk into the room your father sits in while watching the arena fights. You can see the excitement on his face as you move around the couch, sitting down beside him.

"Hi, sweetheart," your father greets and you smile at him.

"Hi, Dad," you chuckle and lean against the back of the couch, crossing your legs. "Who's fighting your champion today?"

The Grandmaster shrugs his shoulders and mumbles a random name. You glance around the room and see the usual crowd until your eyes find a new face. You tilt your head to the side, analyzing the new guy.

Raven-colored hair, green eyes, shoulder-length black hair, pink lips. Cute. You think to yourself as the man sits at the other end of the long couch.

His eyes suddenly meet yours and you give him a small smile. "I've never seen you here before," you mention, and the man nods his head once, fingers tapping against his legs.

"I got here a few days ago. My name's Loki," he introduces, crossing one of his legs over the other.

"Hi, Loki," you greet and hold out your hand for him to take. Loki shakes it gently as you continue to speak, "I'm Y/N. The Grandmaster's daughter… in case you didn't know."

The two of you chuckle as the raven-haired man scratches the back of his neck. "Actually, I had no idea the Grandmaster had children," he confesses and you giggle while nodding your head.

"Yeah, he doesn't talk about me to others much. Most likely because I'm usually with him all the time, so he assumes people know," you tell him and Loki lets out a quiet ah.

Your father shushes the two of you and you chuckle softly and turn your attention back to the fight. Loki glances towards you once more, feeling a smile come to his lips as you lean back against the couch.

This place doesn't seem all that bad… Loki thinks while turning his gaze back towards the arena.

"You've gotten pretty close to my daughter the past few weeks haven't you, Loki?" The Grandmaster says and Loki snaps his head in your father's direction.

"I- Yeah, she's a lovely lady," he tells the older man and he grins in response while nodding his head in agreement.

"That she is. She's just like her mother," the man states before walking away from him. Loki lets out a sigh of relief before sitting down in the chair.

One of the servers hands Loki a glass of champagne and he downs three-quarters of the bubbly liquid in one gulp. "Thirsty, are we?" Your voice asks while sitting beside him.

Loki jumps slightly and looks towards you, a playful smile on your lips. "Yeah, something like that," Loki mumbles with a chuckle while wiping his hands on his pants. "Your dad was just questioning me about our friendship."

You roll your eyes and take a sip of your drink. "Typical dad for ya," you mention with a giggle, and Loki hums.

"I don't have that experience," he mentions and your eyes drift back towards the man, seeing his green eyes staring down at his hands. "My dad isn't my dad. I'm- well, it's complicated."

"I'm sorry, Loki. I didn't mean to bring up a touchy subject," you say with a frown and Loki leans back in his chair, shaking his head.

"You're fine, darling. I didn't mean to damper the mood," the raven-haired man gives you a reassuring smile.

You let out a breath and return his smile and pats his leg. "I'm glad you're here, Loki. You're very interesting," you grin and feel your heart flutter in your chest.

"Me too. I'm starting to like being on this planet," Loki confesses and both of your cheeks blush at his words. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and take another sip of your drink, ignoring the way your heart beats quicker around this man.

Your father walks into the room as Loki begins to tell everyone a story. Your eyes look at the blonde man sitting in the chair, seeing him look around the place as the Grandmaster tells him all about what he does here.

"People come far and wide to unwillingly participate in it. And you, my friend, might just be part of the new cast. What do you say to that?"

"We're not friends and I don't give a shit about your games. I'm going back to Asgard," the man says and your father chuckles.

"Ass-guard."

You roll your eyes at the Grandmaster and his inability to hear things properly. Your father goes back to making music with his keyboard as the new contender continues to look around the room.

His eyes meet yours at first and you give him a sympathetic smile as you feel bad about the man being in this position. "Loki?" The man mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows and glance towards the raven-haired man. "Loki! Loki!"

Loki looks in the direction where his name is being called, green eyes widening a bit, and stands up. He clears his throat and excuses himself, his eyes meeting yours quickly. "Excuse me," Loki mumbles and walks towards the buff man.

You watch the two interact with one another and you'd be lying if you said you weren't intrigued by what's happening. You slowly stand up and walk towards the two of them, seeing your father creeping towards them as well.

“What are we whispering about?” Your father whispers besides the two men and the blonde lets out a yelp, causing you to chuckle. “Time works real different around these parts. On any other world, I’d be, like, millions of years old. But here on Sakaar...”

The Grandmaster makes a face and you can’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as you run a hand through your hair. There’s an awkward silence between all of you as both Loki and the blonde stare at your father.

“In any case, you know this, uh… You call yourself Lord of Thunder?” Grandmaster asks the raven-haired man.

“God of Thunder,” the blonde corrects and chuckles, motioning his head towards your father. “Tell him.”

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” Loki states, and you hum to yourself, seeing the large smile on his face.

“He’s my brother,” Lord of Thunder angrily says and you raise an eyebrow, intrigued by this whole situation.

Loki shakes his head and looks towards the Grandmaster, “adopted.”

Your father looks down at his hands, asking the raven-haired man if he’s any sort of fighter. If you had to guess by the way he’s dressed, he’s been in a few fights in his lifetime. “Take this think out of my neck and I’ll show you,” the blonde laughs and your father joins in while fixing his collar.

“Now, listen to that. He’s threatening me. Hey, Sparkles, here’s the deal,” Grandmaster starts and you walk away from the three men, having enough of the conversation they’re having.

You find it interesting that Loki would lie about not knowing this Lord of Thunder and you definitely want to question him about it later.

You step out of the shower when there’s a knock on your door. You glance towards the metal structure, furrowing your eyebrows as you wonder who it could be. You wrap a towel around your body, tightly securing it before heading towards the door. You open it to reveal Loki standing on the other side of it.

“O-Oh, sorry I didn’t know you were-” he cuts himself off and looks away from you, feeling his cheeks blush. A chuckle leaves your lips as you invite him into your room, telling him that it’s completely fine.

Loki hesitantly walks into your room before you close the door. The man sits down on the edge of your bed, playing with his fingers as you head towards your closet. “What can I help you with, Loki?” You ask him and shut the closet door most of the way so you can change into something more presentable.

“Uhm, I wanted to talk to you about my brother,” he states as his green eyes look around your room. He’s never been inside your room before, only making it to your door when he walks you home after the two of you hang out. “There’s a reason I never told you about him.”

Once you finish getting dressed you walk out of the closet, drying your hair with the towel that was wrapped around your body. “I understand that you have reasons to be reserved, Loki, and you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m just curious as to why you would lie to Grandmaster,” you explain to him and Loki presses his lips together before standing up.

“My brother can be a bit of an idiot and I didn’t want to jeopardize Grandmaster’s trust,” he confesses. You look up at him as he stands a few inches in front of you, his eyes gazing into yours. “I also didn’t want you to think that I’ve been keeping secrets or anything.”

Your heart flutters in your chest at Loki’s words and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before looking away from him. “Loki, my dad likes you. He truly does. He’s mentioned it to me quite a few times since we’ve become friends. And, don’t tell him I said this, but he can be a bit oblivious,” you start off and the raven-haired man lets out a breath of relief, “all he cares about is his precious champion. He’s not going to care about Lord of Thunder being your brother.”

“Thor,” Loki corrects and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, “Lord of Thunder? His name is Thor.”

“Oh! Well, that’s a pretty neat name,” you chuckle and Loki joins in while scratching the back of his neck. “And, don’t worry about ruining anything with me. I like you. You’re fun to be around and you definitely make watching these fights more bearable.”

He smiles down at you and you take a step towards him before wrapping your arms around his waist. Loki runs his hand through your wet hair as the two of you stand in each other’s embrace for a few moments. Loki can feel his heart pounding against his chest, one of his hands slowly running up and down your back.

“We should probably get going. The match is going to start in any minute,” Loki mumbles and you let out a sigh, nodding your head in agreement.

The two of you head towards the viewing room, hands brushing against each other during the walk there. “Do you think your brother has a chance against the champion?” You ask Loki and look over at him.

He shrugs his shoulders in response while motioning for you to head into the room first. You chuckle and thank him quietly, grabbing a drink from the server as Loki follows closely behind. “It’s possible, but if this champion has beaten every single other contender that’s come through here, it’s a low possibility,” Loki explains as the two of you get closer to the glass.

You and Loki stand close together as your father introduces the first contestant.

"Making his first appearance, though he looks quite promising… got a couple of tricks up his sleeve. I’ll say no more, see what you think. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… Lord of Thunder!”

You cringe slightly as everyone in the arena begins to boo at Loki’s brother.

“Let’s get ready to welcome this guy. Here he comes.”

Fireworks begin to go off along with green smoke bombs. You take another sip of your drink as you can feel the rumbling of the champion beneath your feet.

“He is a creature. What can we say about him? Well, he’s unique. There’s none like him. I feel a special connection with him. He’s undefeated. He’s the reigning. He’s the defending. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… your incredible…”

A large green man bursts his way through the doors as they were opening and a gasp leaves your lips. You’ve seen plenty of matches and you’ve never stuck around for the big event, and you had no idea the champion was this large. The monster lets out a roar before yelling “hulk” to the crowd, holding both a large blunt weapon and ax.

“Yes!” Thor screams and the cheering in the area dies down. Is this man insane? You think to yourself as you notice Loki backing away from you through your peripheral vision.

“I have to get off this planet,” he breathes out, fear in his green eyes, and starts to leave before you can say anything.

The Grandmaster stops him from leaving, pushing the raven-haired man back towards you. “Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going?” He asks with a smile before your father’s eyes meet yours. “Hi, sweetheart. Glad you could make this one.”

You give him a tight-lipped smile as Loki slowly moves to stand beside you. You give him a curious look and rest a hand on his forearm. “You okay?” You ask quietly and Loki nods his head slightly.

“I-I’m fine, yeah,” he stutters and you frown, having an inkling that he’s keeping something from you. “I’ll tell you later. I promise.”

The Grandmaster sits down on the couch as you and Loki join him. You sit pretty close to Loki as your father sits on the complete opposite side of the elongated couch. Just like when you first met. You nod your head at his promise, making sure he’ll keep his word as you bring your gaze back down towards the arena.

“Hey! Hey!” Thor yells while waving the weapon in his arm, gaining your father’s attention. “We know each other. He’s a friend from work!”

The Grandmaster looks towards the two of you with wide eyes and Loki clears his throat, deciding not to say anything. You chew on your nails as the fight begins, letting out a breath every time Thor manages to doge Hulk’s attacks.

After Hulk punches Thor into the wall, Thor grabs the giant hammer that’s embedded into it as Hulk runs towards the man. The blonde strikes at the right moment, sending the Hulk halfway across the arena. Your lips part in surprise and everyone goes quiet, hearing your father mumble a confused what?

There’s a quiet moment between the two competitors before Hulk grabs a hold of Thor’s leg and thrashes him around a bit. The big guy throws Thor towards the middle of the arena and Loki jumps up from his spot. “Yes! Yes! That’s how it feels!” Loki yells before chuckling, earning a confused look from yourself and the Grandmaster. “I’m just a huge fan of the sport.”

Your father laughs in response as you stay quiet, not knowing how much more you can watch. You push yourself up from the couch, excusing yourself from the room.

"Sweetheart the fight-" your father starts but you cut him off.

"I can't watch this, dad. I'm sorry. I know you want me to be a part of this and all, but I can't," you mumble and Grandmaster sighs before nodding his head.

Your eyes move to Loki as he looks over his shoulder at you. "I'll see you later?" He asks and you give him a light smile while nodding your head in response.

You run your fingers through your hair as you look out the window in your room. You heard from people that Thor lost the fight and was brought up to the Champions room. You're confused as to why your father would do that, but you don't know half the reasons why he does anything.

The past few hours you've debated going to talk to him, see how he's doing. It's no secret that you've never agreed with your father's game. You felt bad for the people who have died. They could've had families for all you know. It's a reason you hardly attend any of the fights. Until you met Loki. Your father took a liking to him pretty quickly and he's the only reason you even tolerated the matches, to be near him.

You push yourself up from the floor as you begin to make your way towards the Champion's room when the Grandmaster's voice comes through the intercom of the building.

"Sakaar, hear ye. Attention, please. I have some bad news. My beloved exalted champion has turned up missing. Take to the streets! Celebrate my champion. It seems that that criminally seductive, Lord of Thunder, has stolen him away."

"Shit," you mumble and throw on a jacket before making your way to where your father does most of his punishments.

"You just missed him, love," a woman who works with your dad mentions as you head towards the large door. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, wondering how she knew who you're looking for. "You're looking for Loki, right?"

You nod your head in answer and point in the other direction, telling you that he and Valkyrie went down that hall. "Thank you," you tell her, and she smiles at you.

"Just be careful! I don't know the reason but Valkyrie had Loki in chains," she informs you, and your stomach drops before rushing in the direction she pointed you in.

You find Valkyrie's room and look around before hacking into the system, something you learned from an old friend years ago.

The door opens and you let out a breathy laugh, proud that you were able to succeed.

"Y/N?" Loki's voice calls out and your eyes meet him, a short gasp leaving your lips. "How'd you get in here?"

You run into the room and kneel beside him, looking for a way to take the chains off as Valkyrie's door shuts. "I hacked into the keypad," you inform him and Loki laughs in response.

"Well, aren't you devious," he grins and you look up at him. "But, maybe it's for the best that you don't release me."

You furrow your eyebrows together in confusion, lowering your hands from the chain he's wrapped in. "How come?" You ask and before Loki could answer Valkyrie's door opens.

"How'd you get in here?!" She asks while stepping towards you.

A gasp leaves your lips as the tip of her sword rests against your throat. "I-I hacked the system," you mumble quietly and take a glance towards Loki. "I heard you locked him up so I came to free him."

Thor takes a step forward and makes Valkyrie drop her weapon. "She means no harm," he tells her and the woman scoffs in response.

"Means no harm?! She would've let him go if we didn't come in when we did!" She argues and Loki clears his throat, gaining everyone's attention.

"To be fair, I told her not to let me go," he informs the group and you're nodding your head in agreement.

"It's true. He told me just before you guys came in," you mumble and slowly get up from the floor.

Valkyrie narrows her eyes at you before pressing you against the wall, her hands wrapping around your throat. "Betray us and I'll kill you slowly," she growls and you gulp, nodding your head in response.

She walks back towards Thor and the shorter man as you slide down against the wall, your chest heaving. Loki glances towards you and you give him a small smile.

"You okay?" He asks quietly and you nod your head again. Thor notices the softness in his brother's eyes as the raven-haired looks down at you.

"So, what's the plan?" Valkyrie asks Thor.

You couldn't believe your ears. You'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt to hear Loki ask for safe passage off of the planet. You didn't want Loki to leave, not after falling for the man. You're left alone in Valkyrie's room as everyone began working on the plan. You push yourself off of the floor before walking out of the woman’s apartment, deciding to make your way down to where your father’s ship is stored.

“Maybe, I can convince him to stay,” you mumble to yourself as you stand in the elevator, slowly waiting for it to drop you off. A deep sigh leaves your lips as so many thoughts play through your head.

You reach the lower level of the tower where all the ships are stored and look around the large area to see if the group is still here. You glance towards where your father’s ship is normally parked, your stomach dropping to see that it’s not there anymore. Your ears perk up as you can hear someone grunting and you furrow your eyebrows together as you walk towards the noise.

A gasp leaves your lips as you see Loki laying on the floor, getting electrocuted by an obedience disc that everyone uses. “Loki,” you call out before rushing towards the man. You grab the remote to it before kneeling beside him, turning it off. Loki pants heavily as his green eyes meet yours for a few moments before slowly shutting them.

“Oh, thank you,” he breathes out and you giggle softly while resting a hand on his chest.

“I thought you left with everyone else?” You ask immediately and the man shakes his head. Footsteps can be heard behind you and you glance over your shoulder to see all of your father’s contenders standing behind you.

“Hey, guys. We’re about to jump on that ginormous spaceship. You wanna come?” The man you know as Korg asks the two of you.

Loki slowly sits up, his hand resting against the ground as he lets out a breathy laugh. “Well, you do seem like you’re in desperate need of leadership,” Loki points out before glancing towards you, seeing the saddened look on your face.

“Why, thank you,” Korg mentions as the group begins to walk towards the ship.

You push yourself up from the floor, clearing your throat as Loki’s eyes move to you once more. “So, you’re really leaving?” You ask and the man sighs before nodding his head.

“I need to help my brother stop our sister,” he says and you nod your head in understanding, your hands moving to grab a hold of his wrists. Loki’s hands find yours before lacing your fingers together.

The raven-haired man brings your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it. “Come with me,” he mumbles and your heart skips a beat, eyes widening at his request. “You could be so much more than the Grandmaster’s daughter. You won’t have to deal with the malicious fights that he puts on. You can live a somewhat normal life.”

Your hand squeezes his as a smile comes to your lips. “Any other reason you’d want me to come with?” You question in hope that the man has some sort of feelings for you.

Loki chuckles as one of his hands leaves yours to wrap around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. Your cheeks blush as your hands now rest on his chest, your eyes looking up at him through your lashes. “There might be,” he whispers and you shudder a bit in his arms.

Your hands slide up his chest before wrapping them around his neck, your fingers gliding through his black hair. Your heart beats quickly in your chest as Loki moves his free hand to your face, stroking your cheekbone.

"So, what will it be, darling?" Loki asks and you smile brightly.

You lean on your toes and place a light kiss on the man's lips, earning a short groan from him. "We better get going," you giggle and Loki's grip on your waist tighten before the two of you run towards the ship.

Goodbye, Sakaar. Goodbye, Father.

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mrsdeanwinchester19 · 3 years

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The Dinner-Sequel to The Interview

Pairing: Steve x reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Sequel to The Interview. Steve takes his wife to meet his team after her interview

Warnings: None

“Steve, do you think this dress is ok?” I ask, coming out of our walk-in closet wearing my lace, off the shoulder red dress. Steve is taking me to dinner with the team tonight, so I want to make a good first impression. Most people would think I’ve met the team before, but Steve kept our relationship a secret in the beginning and then the team broke up because of the Accords and we got married when we were on the run, so we really couldn’t invite any of the team members.

We had our wedding in Norway, one of the few countries that hadn’t signed the Accords. They claimed they didn’t sign because if a non-government owned unit made from people from different countries called the Alsos Unit hadn’t helped them in World War II, the Germans would have succeeded in creating an Atomic bomb in their country. In Norway, there was one team member, Thor, who was visiting Earth; he vouched for us.

After our wedding, we went to Wakanda on our honeymoon and visited Bucky. We had been having dinner with Bucky, T’Challa, and Shuri when we told him we got married. He was upset that he couldn’t be there, but he understood when he found out the wedding happened when he was asleep. When he said Steve could make it up to him by naming his first son James; Steve started choking on his Umqombothi drink. I know Steve wants kids, but he wasn’t willing to have them while being on the run. Now that we’re not hiding, we’re actively trying for a baby. I wonder if tonight he’ll break the news that he has a wife AND is trying to get said wife pregnant.

As I walk out of the closet, I bend down to adjust the ankle strap on my right heel. I stand back up, smooth my dress, and look up at Steve. He’s staring at me with a dopey smile on his face, love evident in his eyes. “The dress itself is fine, you make it look perfect.”

“Ugh, Steve, quit it with the cheesy lines,” I protest while blushing. Men used to say these things to their wives and girlfriends back in their time, it’s why Steve and Bucky can be prince charming when they want to be. Bucky more often than Steve now that he’s more like his old self, or so Steve says.

“I’m just being honest,” he defends, shrugging his shoulders. He comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist. “You nervous?”

“What do you think?” I ask rhetorically. I haven’t been this nervous since I first met Steve. In 2014, during a career conference once for journalists, the resort we were at was seized by terrorists. One of my coworkers and I were the only ones from The New York Sun attending, despite the fact that it was in New York. I suppose they only wanted to go if the convention was out of town so they could get out of work and go on vacation. We were held in the resort’s Grand Hall for hours until the Avengers were able to save us. There was a pretty big fight between Steve, Thor, Iron Man, Hawkeye, Black Widow, and the terrorists but luckily no one died. I had been hurt in the kerfuffle, a broken finger, but after Steve wrapped my finger in a brace, he allowed me to interview him. During the on-camera interview with him, Thor was teasing him in the background, doing silly faces and the “blah blah blah” hand motion.

Steve had asked for my name and number to “keep in touch and see if my finger heals correctly”. When I gave it to him, he wrote it down in an old-fashioned address book. I hadn’t expected him to call me ever, but he did, asking for a date. At first, he was weary of me being a journalist, in case things ended badly and I wrote a bad article about him. However, a year later, he was thankful I was a journalist because I had access to all archived articles about the Winter Soldier. After that happened, I knew he trusted me wholeheartedly and I felt the same. When the Accords started happening, I had access to the signing, to interview government people about it, and relayed that information to Steve about who he could trust. That was how I found out about Norway not signing.

“They’ll love you,” he says. “Bucky loves you, Tony will probably love you because he’ll think the interview prank you pulled on me was hilarious. Nat and Wanda will be happy another girl is around. Thor likes you, even Loki took a liking to you; he would love the interview prank. Clint will like you, Bruce will like you; no one has a reason to dislike you.

I turn around and take a good look at him. Royal blue dress shirt and black pants. His hair is up and I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it. He keeps me pressed to his body closely and I rub my hands along his chest. “If we didn’t have to go to dinner with your friends, I would be all over you right now.”

“Sorry, last night’s sex is just gonna have to hold you.” I give a little laugh. “I’m just messing with you, I’ll be all over you tonight,” he growls, pulling my face up to his and kissing me deeply. His kisses always leave me breathless, whether they’re passionate like this or small, chaste kisses when he’s leaving for work in the morning. This however, is a whole new level and it’s making my heart go crazy.

Steve picks up the basket on the kitchen counter and we walk out the door. When we get to the car, he opens the door for me, ever the gentleman, before climbing in himself. As he drives there, I fiddle with the hem of my dress. I’m so worried I’ll talk too much or too little, or I’ll offend someone or embarrass Steve. What if I mention something about him that they don’t know? Like that he bawled like a baby at Where the Red Fern Grows and Homeward Bound. Tony would probably love that but I don’t want to make Steve feel bad, I was crying too.

My biggest worry is what they’ll think of me after the interview. Will they think it was funny or will they look at me as unprofessional for not telling them I had a conflict of interest with the Avengers? I think Tony will like me, and maybe Nat, but I have no idea about the others. I don’t think Bucky would come around as much as he does if he really didn’t like spending time with both Steve and me. Besides, sometimes when Steve is on a mission and he isn’t, he comes and keeps me company with old movies and our little two person book club we started. His first choice of book was The Hobbit, which he told me he had read it when it first came out in 1937. He was happy but not surprised to find out there were movies based on them.

When we drive up to the compound, Steve has a difficult time getting me through security. They recognized my face and apparently Tony told them not to let me back. “Don’t alert Tony about her,” Steve said as he explained the situation to the guard. He looked skeptical but agreed.

Steve led me upstairs, but not to the dining room where the team was waiting. He led me to his room. “Well, well, well, Mr. Rogers, I thought we had to meet your friends in a little bit. Though I know you could probably get it done in ten minutes.”

“Ha ha ha, very funny,” he sarcastically replies. “I just needed to grab…this,” he says, pulling his wallet out of his nightstand. “Forgot it here yesterday.”

I simply hum in response to his explanation because I’m too busy looking around his room. I’ve only seen it over FaceTime and in pictures. It’s very different from our room at home. Our house, which we had just moved to from our apartment in preparation for a family, has a farmhouse theme. Our master bedroom has a cream colored walls and one shiplap wall which our bed’s decorative headboard sits against, while our king sized bed is covered in a thick white comforter. There’s a gray bench at the end of our bed and a blue and white rug. There are nightstands on each side of the bed where we keep our small before bed items and our white, shared dresser is on the other side of the room, next to the door for our walk-in closet. We have an attached bath with a clawfoot tub and a shower stall. Our room lets in lots of natural light, which Steve loves because he likes to let the morning sun warm his back on his days off.

This room has a completely different feel to it. It’s much darker than our room at home. The walls are gray and his comforter is dark blue. He has a black dresser across from his bed with a TV mounted to the wall above it. A plain bathroom with just a few essentials like shaving cream, a toothbrush, toothpaste, etc sit on the counter. While our walls at home aren’t covered in pictures, we have more than the two he has here. One is a picture of him and Bucky laughing and the other is of his parents before his father went to war; the war he never came back from. Both pictures he has copies of hanging up at home. There’s a somewhat large window on the wall, but it’s covered with a blackout curtain.

I did most of the decorating at home, while this decorating was all him. “Steve?” He looks at me. “Do you not like our room at home?”

He furrows his eyebrows. “No. I love our place. Why would you think that? Also, that’s very random to be bringing up now.”

“Well it’s just…this room is so different from ours at home. I just didn’t know if you liked the darker colors better. I want you to be comfortable in our room at home. We can change it if you want it to look more like this one.”

He gives a little laugh and turns to face me. “I didn’t decorate this room, Tony’s person did and he gave me this room because it’s the “most masculine”. I prefer our room because it’s bright and spacious. The fact that you decorated it is special to me because it’s like a present you gave to me. Plus, I don’t have the best eye for interior design since everything I grew up with was either floral or had doilies. But to be honest, this one feels a bit like a dungeon. I just don’t bother to change it because I just sleep at home. And I didn’t change it before I met you because even then I just used it to sleep, if I slept at all,” he looks into the distance, remembering all the nights he spent up in the gym, trying to beat the memories out of his mind. He changes the subject, “Ok, so when we go down there I’m gonna have you wait around the corner and then you can come out when I tell you.”

He leads me downstairs and has me wait in a hallway. He walks around the corner and I hear Tony say, “Alright Capsicle, what’s the surprise you have for us?”

“Everybody just sit down and I’ll get to it in a minute,” he replies. The sound of chairs scraping the floor is heard and Tony grumbles something about how he had been planning to have lasagna with Pepper tonight. After a few seconds of silence, Steve comes back around the corner, grabs my hand, and leads me out. I nearly trip over my heels when we start moving and the pit in my stomach only grows.

At the sight of me, Tony and Natasha stand up startled. “What is she doing here?” Tony angrily asks.

“I thought you banned her,” Natasha adds on.

They all begin chattering, asking Steve why I’m here until Bucky calmly says, “Hey Y/N.”

Sam looks at Bucky confused, “You know her?” Bucky nods his head and Sam looks at Steve, confused and a little hurt. “Steve?”

“Everybody,” Steve starts, setting his hand on my lower back. “This is Y/N, my wife.”

“WIFE?!” they all shout at different times. Steve and I get bombarded with about a million questions at once. When did we meet, why weren’t they invited to the wedding, when the wedding was, why I interviewed Steve the way I did, etc.

A loud thud on the balcony draws everyone’s attention. Thor is standing there in his armor and cape, holding his hammer. “Sorry I’m late for team dinner,” he begins but stops when he sees me. “Lady Y/N, I haven’t seen you since the wedding. How has being married to the Captain been?”

“Oh you know, being married to a man-child is a struggle, but he’s hot enough for me to keep him around,” I joke.

“Thor, you know her too?” Tony asks.

“Yes I do. Loki does too but I decided not to bring him tonight. I think it would have been a bad idea.”

“Alright, Tony, sit down and I’ll explain everything,” Steve says. Tony hesitantly sits down and everyone else follows. Steve explained everything from why we met to why we couldn’t invite them to the wedding.

As he’s finishing telling the story and answering questions from the team, Tony’s bots bring in the pasta and Steve gets up and grabs something from the basket we brought. He opens a bottle of wine and begins filling glasses. When he gets to mine, I put my hand over my cup. “Not tonight,” I say.

“But it’s your favorite,” he says.

“I can’t,” I say, not wanting to get in to it.

“C’mon, I won’t let you drink too much,” he says jovially.

“No, Steve…I can’t,” I say forcefully, looking up to make eye contact, hoping he understands without giving anything away.

He understands, but unfortunately his mouth works faster than his brain. He looks down at my stomach and an excited smile spreads on his face. “Are you…?”

I look around the table, seeing the Avengers all looking at us expectedly. I look back at Steve and sheepishly nod. He gasps and nearly drops the bottle, but luckily he realizes that when I reach out to catch it.

“A babe,” Thor says happily. “Mazel tov.”

“They’re not Jewish,” Bucky says to Thor. “Can’t wait to meet little James or Jamie.” I give Bucky a look to let him know it’s not happening. “Ok, Bucky works too.”

Tony puts his head in his hands looking like he’s about to pass out. “Oh my god, we find out Steve is married to a woman I banned from the compound, and now that he’s going to be a father.”

I look at Steve to see him with tears in his eyes. Thankfully, Natasha saves us. “I’d like to propose a toast,” she says, standing up and holding her glass out. “To Steve and Y/N, I hope you have a long, happy marriage and a healthy baby girl that you name Natasha.”

“That was the other thing we had planned to tell you tonight. We’ve been trying for a baby. I guess we were successful.” Steve finishes pouring the drinks while everybody suggests baby names. After a while, the conversation drifts to other things. I enjoy listening to them, though they’re constantly quipping (mostly Tony).

Bucky, who’s sitting next to me, whispers to Steve, who’s on my other side, “Are we going to church this Sunday?” The three of us go to church most Sundays. Steve and Bucky both grew up going to church, and it gives them some hope in a dark world.

Tony, who wasn’t involved in the conversation, cuts in. “Barnes, you could live at church and you still won’t go upstairs when you die.”

Bucky’s metal hand clenches so hard around his fork I’d be surprised if it isn’t bent. He looks at Tony and gives him a very fake, overly sweet smile. “Tony, I love how mean you are to me because it makes me feel less guilty about what I did to your parents.”

Tony stands up, slamming his hands on the table and Bucky mirrors him. It looks like they’re about to attack but Steve intervenes. “Tony, Bucky! Tony, that was uncalled for and Bucky, that was unnecessary. We know how you actually feel about your past and we’ve watched you try to change.” Both men slowly sit back down. “We have a guest.” Bucky relaxes first, then Tony does.

“Y/N,” Tony addresses me. “I need to apologize for my rudeness towards Bucky on my first night officially meeting you. I was hoping not to fight with him tonight.”

“You call that a fight? You should hear these two,” I say, gesturing to Steve and Bucky on either side of me. “These guys can bicker with each other like an old married couple for hours about the smallest things. Last week they had a 45 minute argument on how many times you can reuse a towel before it needs to be washed.”

“Wash it right away,” Steve mutters.

“Steve, we used to use towels so many times before we washed them in the 40s,” Bucky argues.

“Yeah but that was because if we needed to wash things, Mom had to heat up water and then hang-dry it on the balcony. It’s easy to wash things now days.”

“Anyways,” Tony says, stopping their argument. “I guess the interview you gave Cap makes sense now…somewhat.”

“Well I was pissed at him that day, so I think he deserved it.”

Tony smiles at Steve. “You need to bring her around more often.”

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#Steve Rogers #steve x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #Avengers #the interview #the dinner #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #sam wilson #thor

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deitysnips · 3 years

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Regrettably Attached Pt. 1

Stark!Reader x Loki

Word Count: 2958

Authors Note: I wanna thank you guys in advance for reading this. I haven’t written anything in probably 6 years so it might be a little sloppy. I am open to suggestions and any fixes you guys can bring to my attention!

Summary:; You’re Tony Stark’s younger sister and you are somewhat part of the Avengers, but behind the scenes, not necessarily on the front lines unless you’re needed. This is an UA where Loki is living in the compound living under strict supervision and the reader slowly starts falling for the God of Mischief after hating him due to, yaknow, trying to kill her brother and some of her closest friends, but that quickly turns into lovers(obvi)

Growing up as Tony’s sister was and still is kind of terrifying. Tony has always been such a “smarty pants” for lack of a better phrase. Even with him being a child prodigy, you two have always been close and you would want it any other way. You grew up following in his and your fathers footsteps.

Years past and you have graduated with multiple engineering degrees and even though your mother and father weren’t here to see it, Tony always made sure you knew how proud they would be of you. No graduation, presentation or ceremony went unattended by the now Iron Man. So it was no surprise when Tony asked you to join him and the other Avengers at the compound to help with logistics and help Tony and Bruce create safer suits.

“Hey Kid! Get down here, we need your help!”

It’s been 5 years that you’ve been living with Tony and still, nothing surprises you.

“Hold on! I just got out of the shower!” You shouted from your cracked bedroom door. You quickly put on some extremely worn jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt that you MIGHT have stolen from your older brother. You cracked open the door once more and yelled to Tony

“Is this a no shoes project?!” You sat with your head out the door tapping your fingers along the door frame when someone threw what seemed to be a wad of paper at the back of your head. You groaned and sucked air through your teeth. “I swear to the gods, Rogers, if you don’t stop throwing shit, I’m gonna curb stomp you” You said as you turned your head to send a glare towards Steve. To your unpleasant surprise, it was not Steve, but the annoying, somewhat attractive God Of Mischief, Loki

“Oh, my dear, Mr. America isn’t the only one who likes to get under your skin” Loki said very nonchalantly while leaning against his own door frame. “Now if you don’t mind. Stop that obnoxious yelling. Some of us are actually trying to work and not be babied by their dear brother.” Loki glared at you from where he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

You and the god have never been on good terms, even after the pleading Thor gave you when he brought him back from Asgard after its destruction. You wanted to believe him when he said that his brother had changed and was working towards being a better ‘person’, but it still left an unpleasant taste in your mouth since, you know, he tried to kill your brother.

“Get fucked, Loki.” You stepped out of your room, body completely turned towards the man in front of you. “I have told you multiple times to leave me alone. Tony might be okay with you being here, but I certainly don’t give a shit what happens to you.” You spat at him with venom and malice in your voice. Tony told you time and time again to try to be civil with Loki, but you never listened. You just couldn’t.

You continued to stare at the slimy, yet oddly handsome man-god thing in front of you and if looks could kill, he wouldn’t be breathing.

“Hey, kid, did you not hear the urgency in my voice or do you enjoy giving me a heart attack?” You jumped when you felt your brother out his hand on your shoulder. “I told you that yes, you did need shoes. Bruce and I really need your help on the Mark VII suit- wait, sis, are you alright?” Tony studied your face after turning your shoulder towards him with a worried expression

“Yeah, I’m fine Tony. Let me just grab my shoes and I’ll be down” You pulled away from your brother and ran into your room, slamming the door behind you. You sit with your back against your door and hide your face in your hands, groaning loudly.

“Why can’t he just leave me alone?” You whisper softly to yourself. You’ve been at such a crossroads when it comes to the trickster god. You hate him for what he did to Tony and your friends, but at the same time, you can’t help but have this… attraction to him. The sharpness of his jawline, the softness in his bright blue eyes, or the way his lips curl up into a cheeky little smirk when he does something that riles you up. It’s been a year and a half since Thor brought Loki back, and you still haven’t adjusted.

You let out a long sigh of frustration as you stand up and walk to your closet pulling out a loved pair boots. After you pull your shoes on, you finally find the strength to walk out of your room and start heading towards the workshop to find Tony and Bruce. You make a pitstop to the kitchen to grab some coffee and a small snack

“Hey FRIDAY, can you ask if Tony and Bruce want anything?” You call out into the empty room while making a PB&J sandwich”

“They both say nothing at the moment other than your presence, Miss. Stark. Mr. Stark said it is very urgent and they need you down there quickly”

You groan as you toss the butter knife into the sink and start walking down the stairs to the workshop. Once you enter you see Bruce leaning over one of the tablets with his hands running through his hair.

“Alright, what did I miss?” you say as you take a bite of your sandwich, causing the men to look up at you, seemingly irritated. “Whoa whoa boys, what the hell?” You raise an eyebrow at your brother who’s sitting across from Bruce, impatiently tapping his fingers on the desk. Tony sighs and stands up to walk over to his computer, pulling up the internals of the suit

“For whatever reason, the suit keeps overheating after about 10 minutes and we cannot for the life of us figure out why” Bruce says while Tony is flipping through all the internals for you. You can’t help but smile and giggle a little bit.

“Alright kid, what's so funny? Tony asks, slightly glaring in your direction.

“Oh no, nothing. Nothing at all. But, uh, unrelated, how long have you guys been working on this?”

“A couple h-” Tony goes to speak but is interrupted by the suit powering up, seemingly without issues.

“Big brother, you’re a terrible liar. When I woke up yesterday morning, you both had already been down here working on it. It was a simply missing variable and a loose connection.” Tony and Bruce both keep switching between the suit and their respective computers trying to figure out how they missed such a small thing.

“How the fu-” “LANGUAGE!” Steve yells out as he stares coming down the stairs. Tony rolls his eyes and starts going through the internals again before smacking his palm to his forehead. “Thanks kid”

“No problem old man, now go get some rest.” You say, patting Tony on the back.

“Hey, can I talk to you really quick, Squeak?” You groan loudly at the nickname that the team gave you when you first showed up. You were so nervous about making a good impression, that when you started to speak, all of your words got stuck in your chest and all that came out was a little squeak.

“Yeah Cap, maybe if you stop calling me that god awful nickname, like I've told you to do multiple times!” You both start walking up the stairs and you playfully push Rogers shoulder, knowing it won’t do much.

Once you make it up the stairs, Steve leads you to the living room and sits at the couch across from your favorite chair

“Alright, if this is an intervention, I’m leaving. I get I shouldn’t be smoking bu-” You stop talking when Steve lifts his hand up and just stares at you with a dumbfounded look “This isn’t an intervention, but maybe it should be- yo- what?!” Steve gets a little loud at the end of his sentence, catching the attention of Tony and Thor who are in the kitchen making some lunch

“STEVE SHUT UP” You blush slightly and hide your face in your hands again.

“Conversation for another time, anyways” Steve pulls your hands away from your face and makes you look at him and quietly says your name “What was going on earlier when Tony came up stairs? I was in the bathroom down the hall and I heard you yelling at someone? Was it Loki again?” You avoid eye contact but nod slightly. Steve lets out a small sigh and sits back

“What he did wasn’t even terrible, Cap. He threw a ball of paper at me and basically told me to shut up. I just get so irrationally angry at him for what he tried to do to my family. Tony is all I have left. I know that everyone has told me to make nice and just fake it for the sake of all of us being here almost all the time, but I can’t. I'm just so confused and..” You stop yourself and look up at Steve who is intently listening.

“What are you confused about, doll?” He raises an eyebrow and you start blushing again.

“I- I don’t wanna talk about it..” You whisper softly and glance over to where Tony and Thor are at. As much as Tony begs you to be nice and try to be civil, he would not hesitate to beat your ass if he found out that you were harboring a crush for the trickster. Steve leans in and whispers

“I think I know. I may be from a different time, but I know a crush when I see it.” He pulls back and smiles at you and for whatever reason, this makes you angry.

“WHAT?! You think I have a little schoolgirl crush on that fucking murderer?! HE TRIED TO KILL TONY MULTIPLE TIMES!” You yelled at Steve as you stood up, tears stinging your eyes “I would NEVER mess with the likes of Loki, whether he's a God or a prince of whatever the hell he is!”

“Squeak, now hold on-”

“No, Rogers- Leave me alone!” You storm away from him and go up the stairs leading to your bedroom. Once you get to your door, another wad of paper is thrown in your direction, but this time you catch it. Turning towards where the paper had come from, was he himself.

“Hello, darling. I heard you and Rogers speaking about me” He smirks ever so slightly and starts slowly sauntering over to you. Once he gets close to you, you pull a dagger out of the sheath around your thigh and press the tip to his chest

“I suggest you leave me the hell alone, you psychopath.” You grit your teeth as you finish your sentence and Loki puts his hands up in defeat and takes a few steps back

“My my, little one. I didn’t know you could be so feisty.” He chuckles slightly and crosses his arms over his chest. “I just wanted to have a civil conversation and see if we can come to an understanding about where my loyalties lie and try to get your tiny Midgardian brain to understand that I’m not the same person I was.. Before”

You sheath your dagger and pinch the bridge of your nose hopeful to fight off your frustration.

“Look, Loki. You may not realize the severity of what you did, but that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna accept that you’re some righteous person-god- whatever the hell you are.”

“Oh, good heavens, no. I’m not righteous whatsoever, darling. Never have been, never will be. But” He points a finger at the ceiling and smiles “I can promise you that I do not plan to murder anyone… in this building”

You smirk softly at the humor in the tricksters voice and cross your arms over your chest.

“So how about that conversation?” You gester to him to come in your room but when you look back at his face he has a rather dumbfounded look on his face

“What a minute, 45 seconds ago you had a bloody dagger to my chest, ready to skin me alive, but now you want me to come into your room with you?” Loki walks closer to you slowly still with that dumb look on his face.

You place your hand back on your dagger and laugh “Just because I’m inviting you into my room, doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to stab you if you give me a reason to.” You wink at him and walk into your room, where you kick off your shoes and lounge in the recliner at the far corner of your room.

The rooms at the compound were not small by any means. Each room has a giant California king size bed, a double walk-in closet, its own little mini fridge, plus enough room to have 2 Hulks lay side by side on the floor.

You have yours decorated in your signature color, with white accents on the furniture as well as copious amount of liquor bottles on the top of your bookshelf.

Loki saunters in after a few seconds and takes a seat on your bed, directly in front of you. It seems like he’s… admiring you? He won’t look away and seems to be studying your face, how your wavy hair falls softly from the messy bun on the top of your head, how your eyes sparkle with the sun coming through the windows, how your lips are just a subtle rosy color, indicating that you either suck of chew on them when frustrated.

“Are you gonna say anything or are you just gonna sit here and stare at me all day?” You blush softly and stare right back at him

“My dear, if I may be rather brash, it just seems like something seems of worry to you, my apologies. But, yes, where would you like me to begin?”

You and Loki sat there for 3 or 4 hours talking about what really happened when Loki invaded New York, what happened to his mother and how Asgard was completely destroyed by his and Thor’s elder sister. Half way through the conversation, you had pulled down a rather nice bottle of Whiskey and two rocks glasses, pouring both of you a drink while Loki was reliving what he described to be the most painful part of his life. There you sat with the man you had sworn to hate until your last breath, actually feeling sorry for judging him so harshly. But who can blame you?

“Wow” You said after he had finally finished. You looked down at your glass and it was empty. While Loki was explaining everything to you, you had finished 4 or 5 full glasses of whiskey and were starting to feel a little tipsy

“Loki, I am so indecently sorry. All of the times Thor and I had talked about what happened, he never once told me how hard you took everything.”

Loki scoffed a little and looked at his glass “Well, my story really isn’t for my brother to tell, and he never really understood my feelings on the matter. I never really spoke to him about it. It was really only me on my own.” He shrugged softly and finished what liquor he still had in his glass “I really hope this changes your viewing of my, darling. I truly meant what I said. I have zero intentions of harming anyone in this compound.”

You shook your head a little and pushed the hair that had fallen into your face back “But why tell me all of this? Why tell the one person who probably hates you the most in the tower all of your worries and how at fault you feel?” You looked up from your glass when he chuckled.

“My dear, I know you don’t truly hate me. You hate what I did to your brother and the Avengers.” He leaned forward to be at eye level with you and spoke very softly “Do not forget, little one. I can read minds, you know” He winked at you and sat back in his chair

“I- you what now?!” You sat up straight and your face became very flushed. How could you have been so naive? Thor had mentioned it a couple of times that he believes his brother could read thoughts, but you never took it to heart.

“Miss. Stark, it seems as so Mr. Stark is worried about you. He has no idea where you are and I didn’t think to make him privy of your location.” FRIDAY interjected before you or Loki could say anything regarding the mind reading matter.

“Thanks, FRIDAY, can you tell him I’m up in my room? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after the amount of alcohol I’ve drank” You chuckled slightly and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Right away Miss. Stark. Oh, it seems as if your brother is coming to see you.”

You internally began slightly panicking because as much as Tony wanted you to be civil, I don’t think he would want you damn near wasted with the God Of Mischief in your room.

“I shall be on my way, darling” Loki stood up and walked over to you. He rests his hands on the back of your chair and soon your face to face.

“Conversation for another time” He quickly places a kiss to your cheek before disappearing in a green cloud.

What the fuck is happening?

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mcfiddlestan · 3 years

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WinterFrost Single Dads AU

Hey, ya'll. Told ya I was working on this thing. I've got about six chapters done, but I'm not ready to post it to AO3 just yet. One big reason for that is I don't have a title yet. So I thought I'd post a couple of chapters, let ya'll get a feel for it, then take any suggestions you might have.

Just a small note: I tend to name fics after song titles that inspired the story or somehow fit with the plot.

Anyhoo...here's the first chapter. I *might* post the second tomorrow. We'll see how the response to this goes.

xoxo, La

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes (there are others past and future, but I'm not giving them away just yet)

Rating: M

Word count: 1,775

Summary: Loki is living a great life as a Manhattan lawyer and constantly partying with Tony Stark, his best friend. Loki's life before he came to New York more than a decade ago is a mystery for those close to him. But it's all about to come to light when he gets a call from someone in his past.

Bucky is just trying to catch a break. A few hookups with a fellow soldier led to a quickie marriage and baby -- and two years later, a quick divorce. His daughter is now eight years old and the light of his life. But he can't seem to get his shit together. Struggling to find a job and keep a hold on his sobriety, it's a one-night stand that gives him the kick in the ass he needs to be the man his daughter believes he is.

Warnings: Mature language and situations, some drug use, and talk about addiction.

Chapter 1

The sound of his front door opening and closing pulled Loki from a deep sleep. So deep, it took him a moment to remember where he was and how he knew that was his front door. His eyes opened slowly, once, twice, and then again, to nothing but the darkness of what he was sure was his bedroom. Then he felt the pounding, incessant, pulsing around his entire head. Damn migraines. Loki let out a low groan, thought fuck it, and buried his face deeper into his pillow. Moments later, the door to his bedroom pushed open.

“Rise and shine,” a deep voice sang.

Loki grumbled at the familiar voice, and slowly, he turned his body, rolling onto his back. “Why are you always so chipper in the morning? Oh, for Norn’s sake!” He threw a pillow over his face as the curtains pulled open and let the blinding daylight flood the room. “Close them! I’ve got a damned migraine!”

“Ooh. So sorry, Mr. Friggasson. There’s a cup of tea on the nightstand. Would you like me to get you some water and a couple of ibuprofen?”

Another groan sounded through the room as Loki forced himself to sit up. “Yes, please,” he answered as he rubbed at his face before reaching for the two pillows to prop them up behind him. In his sleepy haze, he remembered to pull the bedsheet over his lap to keep his modesty. Loki reached out for the teacup first, cupping it in his large hand as he took a gentle sip. “Mmm, perfect. Thank you, Fandral. And, for the thousandth time, please stop calling me Mr. Friggasson.” He sipped again, ignoring Fandral’s giggle as he rummaged through Loki’s closet. “What time is it?”

“A quarter to eleven.”

Loki sputtered into his tea. “Quarter to eleven? Why did you let me sleep so late? I have meetings today.” Loki hurriedly set his drink down and started to rise, gathering the sheet to wrap around him. Fandral was suddenly there, nudging Loki back into the bed, “Relax, Loki. You’re fine. Your early meeting was canceled, the board meeting at the Tower was pushed to Thursday, and Mr. Stark canceled your lunch meeting.”

“Cancelled? Why?” Loki settled back in the bed, rubbing at his neck. “He didn’t say. But he left the message for me before three am, and there was a lot of noise in the background. So, take a guess.”

Loki snorted softly. “That’s your boss, Fanny. Don’t judge.”

“You’re my boss. Mr. Stark only signs the checks,” Fandral said through a smile as he laid out a pair of pants and a shirt on a chair in the corner for Loki to wear for the day. “Once the morning meeting was canceled, I thought I’d let you rest a little longer since you didn’t have to rush into the office.”

“Thanks,” Loki muttered from behind his cup.

Fandral gave him a nod and turned to head around the corner towards the master bathroom.

“Any other messages?” Loki called as he set the teacup back on the nightstand. He sat back, his face contorting in pain, willing the migraine to ease up. He made a mental note to see an optometrist already.

“Yes, a few. Natasha called. She got a lead on the security break from a couple of months ago, I guess? She said she’d have a report for you on the improvements she’s already made with F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Fandral stepped out with a small white bottle in one hand, a glass of water in the other. He handed the water to Loki before popping open the bottle and dropping two white tablets in Loki’s open palm. “Also, someone’s been trying to get a hold of you all morning. He’s called four times already. No real message, just ‘need to speak to Loki urgently.’ Someone named Thor.”

Loki went still. He swallowed down the pills and water in his mouth, watching Fandral’s retreating back. A million different questions ran through Loki’s mind, but he couldn’t decide on just one to ask, nor would Fandral be able to answer any of them, judging by what he’d just said. Fandral returned from the bathroom, and Loki hoped he didn’t look as panicked as he felt. “Someone named Thor, you say?”

Fandral, staring at his phone, made a noise of agreement. “Sounded foreign, but I couldn’t place the accent.”

“Norwegian.” Loki shook his head dismissively when Fandral looked at him with a quizzical look. “Did he say how to get a hold of him?”

“Yes. At least, I have the number for you.” Fandral lowered his phone, eyed Loki, who’d gone much paler in the last thirty seconds. “Are you all right?”

Not in the slightest. “Yes. Uh, Fandral, I’m going to take a shower.” Loki rose from the bed, his migraine still there but hardly forgotten. He held the bed sheet tight at his waist and walked around Fandral. “Listen, if he calls again, tell him I will call him back as soon as I’m free. If he doesn’t, when you hear the water stop, give me twenty minutes, then put the call through.”

Fandral frowned at Loki as he followed him with his eyes. “Sure, boss. Are you sure you’re feeling all right?”

“Fandral. I’m fine. Will you order some food? Get me a sandwich, please. Something toasted, turkey.” Distracted, Loki didn’t wait for Fandral to confirm. He walked into his bathroom and started the water in the shower, then moved to the sink. He stood before the mirror for a moment, thinking, fretting, irritated. Why would Thor be calling him after all this time? What could he possibly have to say to Loki? After more than ten years of no communication, Loki felt as if they were strangers.

The steam began to fill the room, fogging up the mirror, so Loki dropped the sheet and stepped under the spray. He let the hot water wash over him, easing the ache of his muscles. He took the showerhead in hand, adjusted the setting of the water, and held it over the back of his head to let the hot water pummel the skin of his neck and his scalp, hoping to make the migraine go away. Though with the newly added stress of a phone call with someone from his long-forgotten past, Loki wasn’t sure it would go away now.

Washing his body and hair quickly, after just fifteen minutes, Loki stepped out and went through the motions of grooming then getting dressed. When he stepped out into the living room, Fandral was just taking his food from its delivery packaging.

“Did he call?”

“No. Feel any better?”

Not at all. “Much. Fandral, could you give me some privacy?”

He froze with a wrapped sandwich half out of the bag. Only his eyes moved in Loki’s direction, “Um, sure? Do you want me to come back in, what, an hour?”

Loki shook his head. “No. In fact, why don’t you take the rest of the day off?” Fandral dropped the sandwich on the table and faced Loki fully, crossing his arms. “Don’t look at me like that. Nothing is wrong. I just don’t know how this conversation is going to go, and I’d rather not have an audience if you don’t mind.” He spotted a bag of chips and snatched it up, ripping it open to pop one into his mouth.

Fandral, still frowning, reached into the bag once again to split the napkins between the two of them. He repacked his meal, then lifted the bag from the table. “All right. Your phone is on the counter. I input the phone number since he called the office, not your cell phone. And – I’ll be available, just in case.”

“Thank you. Fandral.” Loki gave his back a quick pat as he paused beside him. “I mean it. Thank you. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Well, I think we both know that’s a mutual feeling.” He reached for Loki’s arm, giving his wrist a quick squeeze. “Call me later? So I know you’re all right?”

Loki nodded and didn’t move until he heard the door close behind Fandral. It was true; he didn’t know how he would function without Fandral. They were classmates in law school, and both started at equally prestigious firms upon graduation. They were good friends but fiercely competitive, too. Loki credited that manic drive to one-up each other for getting him to the top five percent of their graduating class. But after a few years, while Loki had been on the up-and-up, Fandral was drowning, barely keeping his head above water as a tax lawyer. Loki watched one of the first friends he’d made in New York crumble under pressure and struggled to help him find a way to deal. Eventually, Fandral walked away from the six-figure salary, the company car, and all the perks that came with it. Loki was impressed that Fandral

dared to do it. After a few months of getting help and finding a better mental space, Fandral moved off of Loki’s couch into a modest apartment that was a fraction the size of the loft he was in before and looked for a less-hectic job. Loki had snagged a cushy position as Stark Industries’ in-house counsel, thanks to his friendship with its C.E.O., and was still getting settled. Managing New York’s richest son’s money, company, and public image was turning out to be a full-time job. And Loki needed help. He’d already recruited Natasha Romanov, a former N.Y.P.D. Officer, he brought her on for her computer and investigative skills. So he offered Fandral a position as his assistant. Fandral took it and promised to be the best right-hand man. Loki expected he’d be bored within a month just answering phone calls and setting up meetings. But Fandral’s duties, mostly taken on of his own volition, had grown exponentially in the past five years. He acted as assistant, maid, valet, and social buffer for the notoriously introverted Loki.

Loki would be a mess without him.

Because he was starving, Loki wolfed down half his sandwich and chips, grateful that the shower, the food, and the medication had helped relieve the worst of his migraine. Taking a deep breath, Loki picked up his phone from where Fandral left it for him. His thumb hovered over the screen, over the unknown phone number. And with his heart in his throat, Loki tapped it. He listened. He waited. And, finally, after three rings, the line picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Thor.”

#WinterFrost Single Dads AU #winterfrost #yay i wrote a thing #my fic #loki x bucky #questions & comments are welcome

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kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl · 3 years

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I’ll wait for you (Tony X Avenger!Reader)

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(Y/N) - Your name

Plot: After the battle of New York, (Y/N), an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and an Avenger, helps Tony rebuild the Stark Tower.

Extra information: (Y/N) is best friends with Clint and Natasha and is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

The night after the battle of New York, you all crash in the half-destroyed Stark Tower. You find the guest rooms completely fine, salvage some singed blankets and pillows from above, and take one room each.

You fall asleep before your head touches the pillow. The next morning when you wake up, you go out to look if someone’s awake yet, but every door is closed tight.

You sigh and head towards the open kitchen. The kitchen was beautiful before it was ruined. It was an open kitchen, with the opposite wall as a window which was overlooking the city. The window was shattered by the gunshots.

Sighing once more, you make your way to the shelves with the utensils. Taking out a pan and a ladle you place it on the stove. Getting out the eggs and the bread, you start making eggs and toast, enough for everyone.

While you’re eating, Steve comes out, drowsy. You wish him a ‘good morning’, shoot him a smile, you point towards the breakfast. He nods and mutters a ‘thank you’ and gets the food.

Once you’re done eating, you say “I’m going to freshen up,” and head back to your room. You open the door and step inside, and shut the door.

You close your eyes for a second, just imagining the work that would have to be done to get this tower back up and running. When you open your eyes, Tony’s face is less than an inch away from yours. You jump.

“God, Tony! What is wrong with you!?” You say. You’re mad at him for scaring you, but you can’t deny the fact that a sleepy Tony is really cute. No, wait, you can’t think like this! You had promised yourself you would never get into a relationship again, after last time.

“Please get out, I have to get ready,” You tell him. He pouts, and crosses his hands over his chest, but doesn’t move from his spot.

“Breakfast’s ready,” You say. “I don’t want breakfast,” he says, making his way over to your bed. “What do you want then?” You ask as he sits down. “To sleep,” he replies, yawning.

“We’re going to be very busy for the next few weeks, we don’t have time Tony,” You tell him, but he is already fallen over on your bed and half asleep. You figure almost dying and being scared back to life was traumatic so you decide to let him rest a little more. He earned it.

You move Tony into a more comfortable position and pull your blanket up to his shoulders, tucking him in.

After you shower and are ready, you step out of the bathroom. Your eyes were drawn to the bed, where Tony is shivering and sweating profusely.

You almost run the whole way to him, before shaking him awake. He shoots up, panting. You calm him down and help him sit up properly. “Tony? You okay?” you ask him. He takes a deep breath before nodding.

You hug him. He is still taking deep breaths, you rub his back to steady his breaths. “Shh, shh, it’s okay,” You whisper in his ear. You feel something wet on your shoulder, it takes you a second to realize he was crying.

Eventually, he stops crying and his breathing calms. “You wanna talk about it?” You ask softly. You feel him shake his head. “Okay, okay,”

A few minutes later, he pulled away from you and rubbed his face, he takes another deep breath. “I can’t believe you saw me like this,” He says.

“Tony, it’s okay to be not okay sometimes. It’s okay to cry, let it all out. No one is happy all the time, they need a shoulder to cry on from time-to-time. I can be yours if you want,” you offer.

He sniffles once, gets up, and simply walks out of the room. Sighing for the 5th probably today, you stand up and change your T-shirt.

When you go to the kitchen, everybody but Tony is sitting there, eating or just hanging out. “Where’s Tony?” you ask. “Probably in his room,” Natasha says. You nod.

“Well someone should go get him,” You say, hoping someone would offer, when no one does, you roll your eyes. “Why don’t you go? You two seem the closest,” Clint suggests.

“I don’t think he wants to talk to me right now,” I say.

“Who won’t wanna talk to you, beautiful?” I hear Tony’s voice say before his hand sneaks around my waist.

You look at him, he is now dressed up and has combed his hair. He’s wearing sunglasses and looking completely fine.

Removing his hand from your waist you say “Okay, so now that we’re all here, what now?” “Well, I’ll have to return to Asgard, with Loki,” Thor booms.

You nod. “We can all go together, then.” Everyone agrees. “We’ll leave in 15,” Tony says, as he starts eating.

They get into their own conversations as you walk over to Tony. “You feeling fine?” You say quietly, so no one would hear you. He nods, “I’m always fine,” But you give a pointed look. “You must be exhausted, did you sleep at all last night? If I didn't get my sleep, I’d be snapping at every other person,” you mutter.

You get a glass of water and as you drown it, everyone starts filling out of the room. You follow them down to the garage and everybody picks their vehicle.

You take your car, in which Loki and Thor hitch a ride as well. He directs you to some kind of park, the others follow your car.

Once you reach, everyone gets down and stands in a circle around Loki and Thor. Thor nods as a goodbye, not noticing Loki’s tiny smirk. You always thought if he wasn’t doing evil things, he could have been an amazing, sarcastic friend. The way Thor describes him from their childhood, he seems to be quite funny.

Once they are gone, Natasha hugs you, surprising you. Laughing, you squeeze back. “Where are you off to?” You ask her. “Well, I’m going back to work with S.H.I.E.L.D, Steve says he’s going too,” she replies.

“What about you?” “Ah, I’m not too sure, I need a break after all of this. It’s like I’ve been going continuously from one impossible mission to another, was in a near-death situation at least 15 times in the past month, I need some time off,” You rant to her.

“I feel you, I’ll tell Fury, but you better be ready to come when we need you,” she says, smiling. You hug her one more time before she goes to say bye to someone else.

You turn around to come face-to-face with Tony. “How much of that did you hear?” “All of it,” He simply replies.

“You sound like a stalker, but whatever,” you mutter, and take one step back.

“So, no plans huh?” he says. “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’. “I-I was-uh wonder-” “Tony Stark, The Tony Stark, the great, stuttering?” You ask, one eyebrow shoots up. “Hey it’s fine, I was kidding,” you say as you smack his arm lightly.

“I was wondering if you wanted to stay at Stark Tower with me for a while? I mean, you’d have to help me rebuild it first, but consider that your debt paid, for staying there,” he says.

The reason you know the place so well is because you helped build the Stark Tower the first time. You went undercover as an interior designer and helped him build and design the tower. When he figured out you were a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, he was beyond surprised.

“A debt? I’m sorry, didn’t you just invite me to stay there as a guest?” You say smiling. “Yeah, but you helped me design the Stark Tower the first time, it turned out pretty well,” “Just ask already,” you roll your eyes.

“Fine, I need your help,” he admits. “Thank you! Sure, I’ll help,” you say.

You were interrupted by Clint. “(Y/N)!” He hugged you from behind. You smiled at Tony before turning to Clint and hugging him back. “Heard you don’t know what you’re doing next?” He says. “Now, I do. I’m staying back with Tony, helping with the Tower, again.” You reply.

He gives a knowing smirk, which you ignore.

“What about you?” You ask him. “I’m gonna visit them, they’re going to be worried sick. After that back to missions I guess,” “Okay, but you know you can take a break right? Just for a while, you never do,”

Natasha walks over and we share a group hug, just like old times. “See ya guys,” you say to them.

You walk over to Steve. You haven’t become friends as such, but you thought a formal goodbye would be nice. “I hear you’re going to continue working for S.H.I.E.L.D,” “Yup, I hear you’re going to stay with Stark for a while,” he replies. “Mm-hmm”

He gives you a suggestive look. You chuckled, “No, not like that god, you guys are so dirty-minded,”

“Good luck,” you wish him. “Thanks, same to you,” he replies.

Knowing that Bruce would be staying with Tony for a while, you didn’t go to him.

Everyone said bye to each other and took off, you following Tony’s car.

You guys drive to Tony’s house, where you’d be staying till the Tower was ready.

You have a lot of time on your hands, so you start jotting down ideas for the Tower. Once you are done drawing the outline and the rough draft of the Tower, you ask Jarvis to make it a hologram so you can make changes easily.

You start adding and removing things to the hologram, unknowingly working late into the night.

At one point you hear a knock at your door, you are temporarily staying in one of the guest rooms. “Come in,” you call out, frowning at the hologram. “Why are you still up?” You hear Tony’s voice ask, but don’t look up. “Just working on the Tower, I had a few ideas. Listen, Tony, what do you think about making this the Avengers Tower? I mean you’ll still own it, but the others can come and stay at any time they want? If you say yes to that I have a few other ideas, like what if we have a circular room with doors across the walls and it’s a kind of closet with our weapons and suits and stuff, and there’s an opening from which a jet can fly out and we can use it easily in case of emergenci-” You are cut off from your ranting by Tony’s hand clamping your mouth shut.

For the first time in hours, you look up. Tony is now wearing normal clothes and has a glass of wine in his hand. “How long have you been working?” He asks you, as he removes his hand from your mouth. “I don’t know,” you say, frowning. You don’t even know the time. “It’s 1,” he says helpfully. “Pm?” you ask hopefully. “Am,” he replies, placing the glass down on the desk.

Once you get over the shock that you were working so long, you turn to Tony who is smiling at you. “Why aren’t you asleep then?” You interrogate him. “Nightmares,” he says simply, taking a sip from the glass.

“Well, I’m going to keep you company, what are you doing?” You say. “Nothing right now,” “Okay, what do you want to do?” You ask him. “Work on the Tower?” he suggests. “Sure, so I had some more ideas,” You start, and you both work for hours.

Around 8 in the morning, Tony decides it was time to take a break.

“So, wanna go out for breakfast?” Tony asks you. “Like a date?” “Sure, if you want,” “Not a date then,” “Okay, just breakfast,” Tony says after a second.

You go back to your room, where clothes are laid out for you. Once you're ready, you go out and wait for Tony. Bruce is still asleep, Jarvis informs you, so you both go alone.

Breakfast is kinda awkward, both of you try to make small talk.

You have never seen Tony so awkward, he’s always been so smooth with women.

When you get back to his house, Bruce is awake, so Tony goes off with him, and you’re left all alone. You decide to explore the mansion. There are a lot of rooms, and this inspires you to continue to work on the Tower.

You do again, working into the night without eating any food. Around 9 pm, there’s a knock on your door again. You tell them to come in and it was Tony again. “You need to take a break!” Tony says. “I did today morning!” you retort. “Did you even eat anything the rest of the day?” he asked.

You shake your head. He shakes his head in disappointment, and grabs your hand, dragging you out of the room. He takes you to the roof, ignoring your protests.

You were going to say something, but you are overwhelmed by the view, then you noticed the picnic layout. You turn to Tony “Is this for me?”

He nods and sits down on the blanket, calling you over. You sit down next to him.

Even though you promised yourself, it wouldn’t be so bad to try again, would it? You would still need time to get over your last relationship, but eventually, you would move on and find someone else, someone who actually loves you.

“Tony, I can’t be in a relationship with anyone right now. You’re a good man, but...after last time, I can’t just yet. In time, maybe,” He nods in understanding.

“I’ll wait for you,” he says. You smile as you lean into him. You close your eyes enjoying the moment.

A/N: Hey guys! So here's another chapter! I hope you like it! Tony's a bit OOC at the start, but I feel like everyone needs to be allowed to let their feelings out, have someone to talk to. Bruce isn't there much in this one-shot, but I will be writing more later! Any feedback and comments would be appreciated!

-TheBlueBookworm is out~~!

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Loki Masterlist

Chapter 3

You stopped and looked at him, he was the man from your dreams, the one that I had seen multiple times.

"I know you." You said taking a step forward and stopping. "I mean I don't know you, but I've dreamed about you." You looked into his emerald green eyes. The ones that you had seen on more than one occasion.

"You do know me y/n. You know all of me." He stepped forward brushing your hair from your face. His eyes held a sadness that you couldn't explain. He was gentle as he dropped his hand from your face, "I just wish that I knew what I could do to help you see that."

"Let's get back to the Tower, Toney is wanting to see her and go over our plan." Thor said, clearing his throat.

"Plan? What plan? I'm just a girl from the middle of nowhere. I can't possibly help with taking out a bad guy." You took a step back.

"Y/n, you're not from here, you're not from Midguard. Loki and I will go over all of that when we get back to the tower where it is more safe and less exposed." Thor said, guiding you to a seat and helping you buckle in. He sat next to you as Loki took the pilot seat again, you felt safe with these two...guys?...Gods?... you didn't really know what they were but you did know that you felt safe.

"I mean, I'm already here. What else is there to do besides follow the two random guys that showed up, brought me on their jet, and wants to take me to some tower? Yeah, this doesn't have any sign of a kidnapping."

"You have to be a kid to be 'kidnapped'." Loki spoke up once you were in the air.

"Well, I am only 26." They both laughed.

"No, sweetheart, you're not."

~~~

The flight to the tower was over before you had known it. Flying on the Quinn Jet was nothing like flying on a plane, it was so much smoother, faster even.

"Lady Y/N, we're here." Thor said standing up helping you to your feet.

"Great, now what? Training? Briefing? Warning the others that I'm apperantly not who I always thought I was?" You asked grabbing your bag.

"I'll show you to your room first then we can introduce you to everyone. You will be residing on the same floor as myself and Loki."

"So you can keep an eye on me?"

"Well... Yes-" Thor started

""We currently do not know what you are capable of. You dont know or remember your own strength. We all agreed that it would be best that you were with people that knew you." Loki finished walking off.

"He doesn't like me very much does he?" You had been getting vibes from him the whole trip. He was ridged the whole flight not looking at you after the first introduction, clod toward you even.

"Oh trust me Lady Y/n, he likes you. He just doesn't know how to react to you being back aftwr being told that you had vanished. He was the one that found you. There are many things that we have to inform you of, but thats for a diffrent time. Now I will show you to your room and then the team wants to meet you."

~~~

The room that was going to be yours was huge. You had your own living space with a kitchenette and small table, a detanched bedroom with walkin closet and bathroom with a bathtub and seprate shower. Both rooms had decent size televisions and the living room had a small sectional that divided the living room from the eating area.

"This is amazing." You stood in the doorway between your room and the living room. "I've never really had my own space before. Much less something this size."

"Loki's room is across the hall and mine is just next door, if you need either of us we are close by."

"Ok so step one down. I can unpack later. Lets go meet everyone." You said smailing as you put down your bag.

~~~~

Chapter 4

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@adreamer67

“You idiots.” Was all Natasha said when Loki and Thor walked back in from playing in the snow, Thor shivering quite a bit more than Loki.

“Not an idiot, I can’t get sick from the cold.” Loki said, denying the blankets Wanda had grabbed from the hall closet.

“I did not want to be one-upped by Loki.” Thor defended himself, accepting the thickest blankets and going to sit by the heater.

“No more going out, the weather’s supposed to get worse. We might get snowed in.” Natasha ordered the two nonhumans.

“You can predict the weather?” Loki looked like a child with how awed he seemed.

It was times like these Wanda really wondered how old Loki was exactly, since he acted like a little kid sometimes.

“I can’t, but the weathermen can.” Natasha said, going back into the kitchen to make sure the food wasn’t burning.

Stupid Thor wanting some Russian food for dinner. Stupid Wanda convincing them to go to a cabin in the Sokovian mountains. Stupid Loki telling Natasha she liked her clothes and then stealing some.

“Hey! I told you I liked them, what else was I gonna do? Admire them from afar?” Loki pouted at her, and Natasha took a deep breath.

“Loki, if you would kindly not read my mind while I’m trying to make food.” She said, trying very hard not to throw something at her.

“Loki, do not anger Natasha. She might stab you.” Thor advised Loki, still sitting right by the heater in the thick blanket.

“If she stabs me it’s your fault for making me seem stabbable.” Loki retorted, going into ‘his’ room to take a shower and change out of the wet clothes into something warm and dry, because Loki wasn’t an idiot like Natasha claimed he was (or Thor actually was).

When Loki emerged from the heated watery depths (seriously Wanda, why were the showers so nice this far from civilisation?!), it was to Thor sneezing and being glared at by the Maximoff woman. Except when Loki entered the room she turned her glare on him when she saw what he was wearing.

“Take my skirt off this instant, Loki.” Wanda demanded.

“It’s comfortable and pretty though.” He said, pouting a little as he ruffled the skirt and went to sit on the couch.

Wanda’s glare lessened, and she sighed in resignation right as Natasha called that dinner was ready. Loki, Wanda, and Natasha sat at the table to eat while Thor resigned himself to having to eat something Natasha had said was called “chicken noodle soup” which didn’t taste nearly as good as he had imagined the Russian food would. Thor also didn’t understand how in the nine realms noodles could be made from chickens, but decided to let it go.

“Loki, are you wearing my makeup?” Natasha asked, to which Loki gave a very guilty and sheepish look.

“Maybe...?” He said, immediately shoving some more of the kotleti into his mouth that Natasha had made to go with the solyanka soup that Thor had been so set on trying after hearing it had beef, pork, and chicken.

It was at that moment the power went out. Luckily the food was still hot since they had only just begun to eat, but the heater was off now. Natasha was fine, since she’d been raised to navigate the dark. Wanda was also fine, since she’d grown up in Sokovia and was used to it snowing hard enough the power went out. Loki was fine as well, it was a mild form of chaos and they felt at home with chaos.

Thor, on the other hand, was not fine. He gave a very feminine shriek at the sudden darkness and lack of heating, which Loki filed away to tease him for later.

“I don’t remember inviting a child along?” Wanda sounded very confused, then seemed to realise when Thor sneezed again.

“Thor, if you could start the fire so you don’t get the rest of us sick as well?” Natasha prompted the Asgardian.

“I do not know how to start a fire. Twas always Loki who would do that on our adventures.” Thor reluctantly admitted, and Loki sighed.

“Brother, you are useless. If not for me, you would have perished centuries ago.” The Jotun said, standing up from her place at the table reluctantly and going to the fireplace that the cabin had thankfully.

Thor sneezed again, accidentally hitting himself in the face while trying to wipe at his nose.

“Thor, I swear if you have injured yourself again attempting to appease your irrational need to clean your face with your dirty hands, I will not be responsible for the mockery I make of you.” Loki said as he finally got the fire to light after a few minutes of trying.

“Why did we invite Loki to join us again?” Wanda asked, still bitter that she had stolen her only green skirt.

“Because my imbecile of a brother thought I should spend time with women who do not wish to murder me.” Loki sighed dramatically, as if they wanted the thrill of people trying to murder him.

“If I weren’t angry about you taking my skirt I might be worried.” Wanda muttered.

“Why don’t we play a boardgame while we wait for the power to come back on?” Natasha suggested, and grew reluctant to do so when she saw the glint that appeared in Loki’s eyes.

“A board game?” She grinned, and the firelight made it seem even more mischievous and sinister than usual.

“Loki, please. Do not repeat what happened at Hogun’s coming of age celebration.” Thor pleaded tiredly, already knowing it was no use.

The God/Goddess of Mischief could not be dissuaded from exploiting loopholes in games, no matter what you used to bribe Loki. Thor had tried many, many, many times and had not yet succeeded once. It was times like these Thor wished Sigyn was in the same area, since she was the only one who could persuade Loki of anything, due to the two having frequented several libraries together in their youth while on Asgard.

(Did I even think of what Loki could’ve done at Hogun’s coming of age ceremony to scare Thor?)

#thor #loki #natasha romanov #wanda maximov #snow #thor’s an idiot as usual #mischief #Secret Santa gifts

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The Naughty Poltergeist

TITLE :The Naughty Poltergeist

CHAPTER: #1 of ?

AUTHOR'S: lokilover9 & velvetzybanshee

RATING: M

NOTES: This one shot is based on Loki having paid penance for ruining Thor's coronation. He never fell from the bifrost, nor attacked earth and is now free. Not to discount his true history, we just thought he deserved some happy. As for Felipe, he's based on the Spanish character Agador Spartacus, from the movie The Birdcage and speaks in broken english.

EXTRAS: Madre = mother niña = girlfriend panocha = pussy

Original Imagine

Imagine thinking your new house is haunted. No one knows Loki lives there because he's always invisible and conjures furniture as needed. Disgruntled by your presence, he behaves like a poltergeist until one day you've had enough."I'm not leaving! Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happens for days and you think he's gone. Then while giving friends a tour, you find him naked on your bed drinking whiskey. "Cheers, darling. You did say show myself." Only you can see him and he follows you around like that for the remainder of their visit.

Loki was content residing on Midgard. With Thor King of Asgard remaining heavily influenced by Odin, he felt displaced as ever and decided to travel abroad. It was aloud providing he didn't hide from Heimdall and returned were the realm threatened, but that didn't mean he behaved. Midgard's continents teamed with beautiful maidens and Loki spent months at a time seducing them across the globe. Yet an introvert by nature, the constant socializing became exhausting. He needed intervals of solitude to rejuvenate his mind and cock. Indecisive of where, he conjured a world map, closed his eyes and randomly chose a location.

First attempt. "A Frost Giant in the Amazon? I think not."

Second. "Middle of the Bermuda Triangle? Know enough aliens already, thank you."

Third. "Inside and active volcano? Fenrir's arsehole." He scoffed.

Fourth. "Very well. Maine it is."

The god settled in a vacant Victorian evicting its two following buyers with 'ghostly' shenanigans. Yet to the king of this miniature palace's annoyance the next didn't frighten so easily.

Alexis was proud having bought her own house after a long divorce. Closer to friends and hours from meddling family, she'd thought herself free of troubles until sensing the place haunted. While unpacking, items started going missing and resurfacing in different places like her keys, clothing and once her vibrator after an evening of ménage à moi, disturbingly appeared in her dishwasher the next morning. Doors would slam, electricity short circuited, faucets unexpectedly ran, but most disconcerting was a voice randomly whispering 'mine' into her ear. Whether in the shower, her yard, doorways, the ghost didn't care. Alexis burned sage, had the house blessed, held a seance with a local paranormal group, but nothing helped. When returning after a long day at work to find half the main floor repacked, she angrily shouted into the air.

"Ha ha, trickster! You don't scare me and I am 'not' leaving!" She held up a large envelope. "This is 'my' crib and here's the deed to prove it. Show yourself dammit!" Nothing happened so she put everything back, showered, grabbed her vibrator and stormed into the upstairs corridor. "And one more thing! See this? Touch it again and I'll summon your ass with a ouija board and douse you in holy water!"

Loki inwardly chuckled. 'I'll be sure to bring a towel.' When she fell asleep reading in bed, he snuck a peek at what had intrigued her. 'Smutty fanfiction? Tisk, darling. Who could your heartthrob be? The name sounded familiar so he googled it. 'Ah, the actor from Crimson Peak. Good movie, but I'm much better looking. 'A wicked grin curled his lips when she moaned Tom's name. 'Maybe I need to play a little 'dirtier.'

With the next several days uneventful, Alexis thought she'd frightened the ghost off when in reality he was buying time. Since moving her in friends offered extra hands in their free time, but it was her befriended neighbor, a single gay man with a flamboyant, funloving personality who'd helped the most. They met one afternoon when she peered over his fence to complain about blaring Salsa music as he hosted a pool party. Felipe was sunbathing in a yellow thong, wearing sunglasses with enough bling to impress Liberace and choked on a shot of tequila when she whipped a pebble at his head. He invited her over with a promise to adorn shorts, they hit it off and became besties.

Alexis planned to have other friends over for dinner one month after moving in, but with all the goings on had postponed twice. Now with a set date, Felipe was invited too and asked what she planned to cook.

"Who said anything about cooking? I suck at it Amigo and prefer no one hurling on my lawn."

She waved a take out menu and he dramatically gasped. "Chinese food for eight people? Where you gonna put up you blow job booth to pay the mortgage after?"

Alexis smirked. "You're such a slut, Felipe."

He shrugged. "Happy whoopie stick makes a happy me."

"I think I've forgotten what they look like."

"I show you mine, but no touchy touchy." She laughed, knowing he was kidding. "Too long without sex causes brain damage, niña. How long its been for you?"

"Since my ex and I separated nineteen months ago."

"Ay dios mio. I lend you my Dustbuster for the cobwebs down there."

"Not funny, Felipe."

"See. Abstinence makes everyone bitchy. My sister Maritza too. She was happy single before becoming a nun. Now she's Oscar the grouch with eyes like the chucky doll."

"How come you can pronounce words like 'abstinence' and 'cock' so well yet not others?" Alexis teased.

"Don't make me spank you. Come, we go shopping."

"For what?"

"I help you cook. We stay home and talk about cock, mine will curse me in Spanish. He's lonely too."

Alexis slipped on footwear.

"Why you wearing those?" Asked Felipe.

"What's wrong with flip flops?"

He stepped onto the porch. "You need something sexier, like bitch boots."

"It's ninety degrees in the shade today."

"So?"

Loki sighed when the door closed, relieved for some peace. He thought Felipe annoying enough as a neighbor yet worse as a guest who never stopped talking. So much so, he'd pondered concocting a tongue numbing spell, sneaking into his house and applying a heavy dose while he slept. But knowing his flair for drama, he'd run panicked to Alexis in the Boo from Monsters Inc. robe worn onto his deck every morning, carrying a note pleading to stay and until recovering, would hysterically sob each time he couldn't sing along to one of the show tunes on his phone. Loki opted to tolerate him for now. He'd be gone once Alexis left.

The day of feasting came and while she handled finishing touches around the house, Felipe prepared guacamole dip and ingredients for fajitas while mixing margaritas. Hearing music, Alexis snuck to the kitchen and started recording him singing to Bad Girl, by Donna Summer while dancing like a hussy.

"Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Toot toot, hey, beep beep

Hey mister, have you got a dime?

Hey mister, do you want to spend some time, ooh yeah

I got what you want, you got what I need

I’ll be your baby, come and spend it on me…"

He startled when noticing her. "Girlfrien', you post that on social media, I kill you."

Alexis propped her phone on the counter and joined in wildly shaking her chest.

Felipe tried the same. "No fair. I need big titties like yours to jiggle. Next time I bring tangerines and a bra."

Loki secretly watched on. 'Fucknuts.'

The three couples soon arrived. One, old neighbors of Alexis, Blake and Deidre, the others, her friends, Sage, Lisa and their newest flames Colby and Grant. She started a tour on the main floor then the upper leaving her bedroom for last. Excited to show it off, she was already opening the door as they shuffled out of the second.

"And this is my creme de la...eep!" She quietly squeaked once inside.

The resident spookster sat perched against her headboard sporting only what the Norn's delivered him to the universe in and winked pouring himself a whiskey. "You did say show myself, yes?"

She hurried out, slammed the door and her friends froze on approach. "Erm..wouldn't ya know I forgot to make my bed. Anyone for a drink?"

Alexis passed them for the stairs and cringed when Deidre spoke. She was nice enough, but sometimes persistent when it wasn't welcome. "Nonsense, friends don't care. Right everyone?"

Alexis continued down. "Enter at your risk then."

Felipe watched her rush by into the pantry, close the door, followed and closed it too. "What you are doing?"

"I can't go back out there."

"Why?"

"He's upstairs naked on my bed." She anxiously whispered.

"Which boyfriend? I take up the wooden spoon."

"No, the fucking ghost!"

"It's a man? Is he hot and what do I tell your peeps? You afraid to come out of the closet?"

"Felipe!"

"Sorry, it's the margaritas."

"I thought you the one person who believed my stories."

He eyed her sympathetically. "I do. You want I go bribe him to leave with a mcsqeezy?"

"Will you be serious? Ghosts aren't supposed to be naked. One look at him and everyone will think I invited them for an orgy."

Blake and Grant came down first catching bits of their conversation and quietly conversed.

"Can't believe she's still imagining this ghost." Blake wise cracked. "I always told Deidre she had a screw loose."

"Nah." Said Grant. "Lexi's a smart cookie. Sounds more like she needs a man. There's one inside with her. Maybe they'll shag, knock some shit off shelves."

Felipe stuck his head out the door. "You not so quiet, cumquats. I gay. You want I show you my jolly green giant and shag 'you' inside against the creamed corn?"

Loki rubbed the back of his neck. 'I sacrificed prowling beaches of the French Riviera for this?'

Hearing the ladies coming, Alexis approached Blake and quietly inquired. "Still peeing in your wife's pond at night, murdering her koy? I'd see you through my bedroom blinds. Who's a few cans short of a six pack?"

"Oooh snap." Said Felipe.

Grant nudged the arse. "Let's chill in the dining room. There's a makeshift bar and appetizers."

The ladies entered the kitchen. "Who's a nincompoop?" Asked Deidre.

Felipe almost answered but pursed his lips together when Alexis loudly cleared her throat. "You know, just my ex."

"He sure is, honey."

"Your bed's made, girl." Said Sage. "The room looks great."

They all agreed passing through while thirty year old Lisa's younger boyfriend lingered. "Pretty awesome digs ya got here."

"Thanks." Replied Alexis.

Colby slid his hands into his pockets. "Soo..Lisa says you think it's haunted."

"Yep."

He spaced out for a second, staring at the floor. "I once thought a bat in our house was my dead uncle Howie haunting my parents for selling his mannequin of Vlad the Impaler. But hey, sometimes weird shit happens when you're stoned right?" Alexis and Felipe were saved when Lisa called him. "She misses me already. Laters."

"He looks fresh from his madres panocha." Commented Felipe.

"That's the way Lisa likes them. Says the younger they are, the easier it is to train them."

Loki rolled his eyes. 'Age is irrelevant.'

Felipe feigned fright by playfully biting his nails. "She bad. Maybe Colby wear a leash and bark like a good doggy for her?" He goofily imitated one in a deep voice. "Woof, woof..woof. Or maybe he sound like an angry chihuahua?"

Alexis smirked. "I have my own problems. A streaking phantom who now makes unexpected appearances."

Felipe gave her a margarita. "Cheers. These make everything better."

Alexis gulped down the beverage as he watched with raised brows. "Thanks. Next time that streaker appears, I'll just ignore him."

"Next time I give you smaller glass. Go enjoy you friends, niña"

She gave a thumbs up on her way out. "I got this. Easy peasy right?"

Loki mischievously grinned. 'Darling, I'm just getting started.

#Loki #others #submission #Submitted fic #velvetzybanshee #lokilover 9 #chapter 1 #The Naughty Poltergeist

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Trust in Me Ch11

I've received a message asking if I had anyone in mind when writing the characters of Y/N's family, if anyone would like to know my somewhat 'fancast' let me know! :)

Since that first kiss, Loki was in a daze. He was certain she must be an enchantress of some kind.

One kiss wasn’t enough for him, he found himself craving the soft feel of those plump lips against his. He loved the fact he could taste sweet pastries on her lips; he was bewitched by the way her breath hitched when he stole an unexpected kiss or two; he adored the way she melted into his warm embrace.

It was her touch too.

The slightest press of her fingertips along his jaw or the delicate way her fingers combed through his hair, left a fire in their wake. It wasn’t an unpleasant heat; it didn’t scorch him or leave him burnt. It was the kind of warmth that spread slowly, like sitting by a fire after bracing the cold winter winds. Y/N thawed him of an ice that had spread over him these many years.

He expected this thrill to wear slightly after a few weeks. Loki had had romantic attachments before; on Asgard it was common for he and Thor to have various ladies accompany them to the many feasts Odin hosted. But his interest in these women would always fade quickly.

This didn’t seem to be the case with Y/N, it had been two weeks since their first kiss and he yearned for more.

The more he learnt about her, the more fascinated he became. He wondered if this was due to the weeks of getting to know each other. Both Loki and Y/N had been wounded in the past by the carelessness of others; perhaps understanding each other’s boundaries had built them a foundation of sorts to develop their relationship into something more.

That was how Loki liked to rationalise it, because as enamoured with Y/N as Loki was, he would never admit to being head over heels.

This would be how he explained his current actions, trapping Y/N’s body with his own in a supply closet, trailing sweet kisses down her neck.

“We are both needed in the meeting room.” Y/N said, trying to sound serious through her laughter.

Y/N had never experienced romantic feelings or feelings of want, but after their first kiss it hit her in a matter of seconds. She had always thought Loki handsome, but this new side of their relationship made him utterly irresistible. She could not deny him the kisses he craved, nor would she want to.

“They requested our presence at two o’clock, we have three minutes.” Loki’s voice was muffled as he kept pressing kisses to her neck.

“It will take us a minute to walk there.” Y/N reasoned.

Loki hummed, “Then we shall have two minutes of bliss.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, she didn’t want to leave their cocoon of happiness any more than he did. However, Loki and Y/N had agreed not to let anyone know of this new development for the time being. Loki was still trying to find his bearings at the tower, and while he didn’t care too much what the avengers thought of him, he didn’t think stealing the innocence of Stark’s beloved niece would hold him in good standing.

“It’s never just two minutes Loki.” She mockingly admonished.

He gave her that laugh, one that promised mischief. “Can you blame me my dear? I can hardly get you all to myself these days.”

Loki was right. Every time they had been close to a moment alone, they were interrupted. If it wasn’t Vision reminding them dinner was ready, it was Thor asking Loki to go training with him. The worst one had been an intimate exchange in Y/N’s room. A heated debate over the greatest of Shakespeare’s plays ended in Loki crawling on top of Y/N and kissing her without abandon. He would have kissed her long into the night had the voice of Peter Parker not sounded through the door asking Y/N if she wanted to watch a movie.

They both longed for these stolen moments together.

“Perhaps we need to schedule time together.” Y/N joked, though the idea wasn’t ridiculous.

“Oh?” Loki smirked. “Are you asking me out on a… what is it you Midgardians call it?”

“A date?” Y/N asked.

“Yes. Are you asking me out on a date?” Loki teased.

Y/N blushed scarlet. She had been much more confident with Loki over their time spent together, but little things such as this would make her doubt herself.

Loki sensed her hesitation, “Before your nerves talk you out of it…” He began, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “You should know, I would say yes.”

She looked into those green eyes, finding only honesty there. “You would?” She said meekly.

He smiled warmly, “I would.”

She took a deep breath, “Would you like to… you know?”

Loki wouldn’t make it that easy, “You’re going to have to say the words dear, I wish to be wooed.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Loki… will you go on a date?” She asked then added, “With me?”

With that happy smile, the one he reserved for her, he answered, “Of course.”

She leant up on her tippy toes, lips hovering just a touch away from his. As Loki was about to seal their lips together, she pulled back slightly.

“We’re five minutes late.” And with a quick kiss to the lips, she slid from his embrace and snuck out the closet.

Loki sighed, “Temptress.” He muttered, before following her.

Sitting across from Loki during the monthly meeting was hard. He sat across the table from her, their eyes occasionally meeting, only to be forced to look away as to not arouse suspicion.

It was the way he looked at her that made it so difficult.

It was not that his eyes promised more secret meetings, nor did they suggest anything lewd. He simply looked at her with appreciation, like he was happy to look at her, he was happy she was there. There were very few times in Y/N’s life where she felt safe under someone’s gaze.

When Tony would watch her, he would do so as a concerned uncle. When the rest of the team looked at her, they did so to protect her, to make sure she was comfortable and safe. But when Loki gazed at her, she felt wanted; not just wanted in presence, but also as a woman. For so long she had felt like a broken little bird, a fledgling not quite ready to fly; but with Loki she soared.

Once the meeting was over Y/N excused herself to prepare the food for dinner. Loki patiently waited to join her.

It was Bucky’s turn to help, which is how he found himself helping Y/N peel carrots in her apartment’s kitchen. Y/N had never been out on a date before let alone plan one, and according to Steve, Bucky was very popular with the young ladies back in their day. So, she decided to confide in her friend.

“Hey Bucky?” She spoke quietly.

“Yeah?” He asked.

She continued, “You’ve dated right?”

Bucky paused mid peel, “Not for a while. Why?”

Y/N took a deep breath, “I was wondering…if you were planning a date with someone, your first date…where would go?”

Bucky tried very hard not to smile. He was aware that Loki and Y/N had grown closer after the incident at the carnival, and he had his suspicions that the pair were romantically involved. In fact, he, Peter and Sam had made a bet as to when the two would become a couple. Although he wanted to know more, he decided to let it be. Loki and Y/N were private people, he didn’t want to pry, but he did want to help.

“I think the best way to a person’s heart is through their belly. You can’t beat good food and good conversation.” Bucky offered.

Y/N pondered this, “Somewhere fancy?”

Bucky shook his head, “Somewhere comfortable, you don’t want to feel overwhelmed before the date starts.”

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. She wondered where she could go where she would feel safe. She didn’t want to plan a date in the tower; it was too crowded and not at all romantic. Would she dare risk leaving though?

Bucky finished up his side of the prepping and was about to leave when he suddenly had a thought.

“You know, the bakery around the corner from here has a café. The tables are on a patio with ivy going up the windows and those little lights hanging from the beams. They play classical music too, it’s like you’re eating a croissant in heaven or something.” He laughed

Y/N looked at him confused.

He continued, “If I were going on a first date, and I happened to know that my date had a sweet tooth, I’d probably take them there.”

Y/N smiled, “Thank you Bucky.”

He sent her a quick wink and left, secretly hoping their date goes well.

After pretending to listen to one of his brother’s many stories, Loki decided enough time had passed for him to go and join Y/N. When he returned to their shared apartment, he was surprised not to find her cooking in the kitchen.

He decided to have a quick shower and freshen up before meeting his companion for a few more minutes of paradise.

Once dressed after his shower, Loki heard a light knock at his bedroom door.

He was pleasantly surprised to find who stood behind it. There was Y/N, and she looked beautiful. She wore a black turtleneck matched with a burgundy tartan skirt. Her ankle boots were laced up and she held her long black coat in her arms.

Unbeknownst to Loki, Y/N had been stood there for twenty minutes. She hah been struggling to calm her breathing and relax; so, she quietly paced outside his door and tried not to think about all the things that could go wrong. People could yell and hurl abuse at her, their stares could make Loki uncomfortable. She shook these thoughts away and repeated in her head ‘Loki will be there, I’ll be okay.’ That thought alone gave her the courage to go through with this.

Loki leant against the door frame with his arms crossed and grinned mischievously, “To what do I owe this pleasure.”

Y/N smiled nervously, “I’m taking you out…on a date.”

Loki’s eyes softened, “And you are here to escort me?”

She smiled, “Well you said you wanted to be wooed.” She teased.

He laughed, “Indeed I did. Shall we go to the library?” Loki asked.

“No umm…I’m taking you out-out. On a proper date, like people do…in the movies.” She explained.

Loki looked at her hesitantly and she feared she had done something wrong.

Loki noticed her nervousness and explained, “Y/N you don’t have to do that. I know I teased but I don’t want you to be uncomfortable…”

“I won’t be.” She interrupted, “This is something I want to do.”

The certainty in her voice almost assured Loki, but it was the determination in her eyes that had convinced him.

He grabbed his coat of the hook by the door and held out his arm for her.

“Shall we?”

When they entered the little pastry shop, Y/N was relieved to see that only two other tables were occupied, one by someone typing furiously on their laptop, the other by an old man sneaking treats to his dog under the table.

An elderly lady, with her hair combed back in a neat bun, wearing a flour covered apron, came to greet them.

“Hello Loki, not with you’re charming soldier friend?” She asked.

“Not today Margaret, I’m joined by much more delightful company today.” He spoke.

Margaret gave Y/N a warm smile, “Very pretty company too.” She said and winked at Loki. “Follow me, I’ve got the perfect table for you.”

They followed the kind old lady who escorted them to a small table in a secluded part of the café. It was a little booth, allowing them to sit close together. She handed them two menu’s and left them to peruse.

Loki noticed Y/N supressing a smile, “What is it?”

“She knows you.” Her words laced in a teasing tone.

Loki cleared his throat and blushed slightly, “Well me and Bucky tend to visit once or twice a week.”

Y/N looked up from the menu surprised, “You guys have a hang out?”

Loki rolled his eyes good naturedly, “Are you mocking me dear?”

Y/N placed her hand in his, “Not at all.” She assured, “I like that you and Bucky are friends and you’ve got this place. It makes me happy to see you so comfortable.”

Loki was touched by her words; he was moved by the joy he saw in her eyes, an emotion placed there just because he felt comfortable. She was an incredibly kind-hearted person.

“Enough about me, how are you feeling? Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Loki asked.

Y/N nodded, “No one is staring or whispering behind their hands. I like it here, it’s peaceful.”

Loki smiled in relief, “If Margaret can be so kind to a disgraced God and ex-assassin, you have nothing to worry about my dear.”

Y/N seemed assured by that, “She does seem quite fond of you.”

“Probably due to the announcement when I arrived.” Loki added.

Y/N was confused, “Announcement?”

“When I arrived at the tower?” Loki hadn’t realised she was unaware of the statement made, “To explain mine and Bucky’s ‘joining the team,’ Miss Potts made a public announcement explaining that we were under mind control when our devastating crimes were committed.”

“Oh.” Y/N hadn’t realised that these procedures had taken place, though come to think of it, people hadn’t shown too much animosity towards Loki and Bucky.

“I knew about the mind control.” She admitted. “I didn’t know about the announcements though.”

Loki nodded and slowly began to look sheepish, “So you know about…” he trailed off.

Y/N nodded, “I didn’t think it appropriate to ask. But if you ever felt you were ready to talk about it…I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

Loki smiled at her words, “I may just take you up on that. But tonight, I would rather enjoy getting to know my date.”

She dazzled him with that smile again, and any lingering bad thought was chased away.

They ordered hot chocolates and too many pastries to count. They talked and laughed without a care in the world. Y/N was too happy to worry if anyone was angered by her presence; being able to hold Loki’s hand and sit so close to him without interruption was enough to make her feel safe.

Eventually their night had to come to an end, they got a doggy bag for their pastries and held hands as they walked the quiet route back to the tower.

“Maybe she went for a walk?” Bucky offered.

“Are you sure she’s not in the library?” Sam asked.

“Maybe she’s doing paperwork in the lab.” Bruce tried to sound reassuring.

Tony was pacing back and forth in the large meeting room. Tony hadn’t seen Y/N in hours; he had checked every corner of the tower, interrogated Peter about her whereabouts, he even had Happy roaming the streets.

“Tony please sit down. This is Y/N we’re talking about; she won’t have gone far.” Pepper tried to reason.

Tony sighed, “You know how scared she gets, what if someone yells at her or worse? She’s all alone…”

Thor walked in and interrupted, “Has anyone seen my brother?”

Everyone in the tower froze, except Bucky who was trying very hard not to spill the beans. Just as Tony was about to put a bounty on the trickster’s head, Y/N and Loki walked in with bags of pastries in their hands.

“Where have you…” Tony got ready to scold, but the look of pure happiness on his niece’s face made him pause.

“I went outside Uncle Tony!” She exclaimed happily. “No one yelled at me either. We brought back pastries too!”

She was a ball of energy; she spoke so quickly. Tony didn’t know how to react; how could he be angry when she smiled at him like that? Tony wondered when she had last looked so carefree.

His face softened and he smiled down at her, “That’s great Y/N.”

She smiled up at him, “I’ll go warm the pastries up.” She said, then practically skipped to the communal kitchen.

Tony looked at Loki, “Pastries?”

Loki couldn’t tell them it was a date, so he just shrugged and said, “She really wanted a chocolate danish.”

With that Loki left to help Y/N in the kitchen, leaving the avengers dumbfounded.

In the back of the room, Sam was handing a twenty-dollar bill over to Bucky.

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maggyme13 · 4 years

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Sugar (13/?)

AN: I AM BAAAAAAAAAACK! Sorry for the wait (again). Please enjoy this chapter :)

Wordcount: around 2300

Warnings: smut, propably grammar and vocal mistakes (sry its late and I am tired), slight smut at the end,

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Part 12

You did not utter a word or anything for the rest of the day. You only sat on the bed and stared into the void of your feelings.

Pity for yourself burned inside your heart; and you hated it.

It took a bit, but finally you declared that enough was enough. For a few weeks you had noticed your feelings change. Loki had given you a feeling of safety, want, need and most importantly acceptance.

And more than once did you imagined how it would feel to wake up in his embrace; once you had even woken up from a sex-dream including your boss. It was your fear of disappointing your family that had kept you from thinking further or acting on your growing desires; a family you no longer had.

When Loki returns, you decided you would full-fill your contract in all its depths for the very first time. Only problem was, that you had only packed comfortable clothing, and no good looking underwear.

Guess I have to go shopping.

“But first a hot bath and some food.”, you mumbled to yourself and got up with a sigh.

“Sam, Bucky?”, you called out,” You guys want Pizza or Burger? I am starving.”

Both of them were sitting in the kitchen, their heads stuck together over something on the table, and their back turned to them.

“I mean, if I interrupted you doing something, I can leave-”, you frowned.

“No. Nononononoononnoono, NO!”, Sam spun around,” you stay where you are. We were just thinking about what to eat; perfect timing. I could eat some Burger and Fries. What about you Buck?”

“Sure. Been a while since I had a good Burger.”, the man smiled and you looked confused.

“Okay. Do you mind if we eat here? I am not really in the mood of eating out.”

“Tell us what you want and one of us will get it.”

“Cheeseburger with extra bacon and Fries with malt-mayo and chili-ketchup.”, you decided looking over the menu, “When will Loki return?”

“That sound´s delicious. Tomorrow evening.”, the dark haired man answered, he himself deciding what to order.

“Can one of you go with me to get some new clothes then? I don´t really want to get my old ones.”

“Sure. We can go wherever you like. We have nothing else to do.”, this time it was Sam who answered.

“Awesome. Let me know when the food will be here. I am gonna take a shower or bath.”

And with these words, you returned to the masters- bedroom and in the adjoined bath.

-..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..--..-

After a five hour trip to the Mall in Lodi, you returned with five bags of clothes; one of them containing a short black dress and some very sexy lingerie.

“The house is secured with a lighter version of the one in the tower. We will stay in the house next door. Heimdall was able to buy it. The Boss and you will have everything for yourself and no one will listen in or interrupt.”, Sam explained with a smirk in his voice and you blushed.- Of course they would realize what this whole day had been about.

“Alright. Can you get some fresh vegetables and meat for me? I want to cook something for Loki and I...”

“You don´t always have to ask us. It´s our job remember?”, Bucky grinned, “Tell us what you need.”

It was two hours later and Bucky had just left to the supermarket while Sam watched over your safety and you disappeared into the bath to get ready.

When you returned to the kitchen, your hair and makeup were done and you wore the clothes you had bought that day. “Wow, looking good. Thor called, they are one hour out, he is informed that you have something planned, but was advised to not tell the boss. Need any help with the preparations? Otherwise I will go next door and leave you to it.”

“I am fine. If I need anything I will call. Thank you and have a relaxing day.”, you hummed, already starting to gather everything you needed to cook.

“See ya tomorrow then”, and with these words you were alone with your nerves and pots and pans.”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-..-.-..-

It was the second you turned off the stove, when the front door opened and you Boss Loki stepped inside.

Your breathing stopped for a second, he was looking very good (as usual), but now that you had decided to act, it was a lot more apparent to you. He was dressed in a black suit and west, combined with a white dressing shirt and emerald green tie. His hair was pulled back , but already loosing their form and a few strands had made their way into his face.

“This smells incredible.”, he hummed.

“I hope it does taste as good as it smells.”, you smiled back, “Why don´t you change first? I will prepare the plates in the meantime.”

“Anything you want me to change into? This seems to have a certain occasion.”, Loki answered.

“No, anything is fine really.”, you smiled back.

“Alright, I think I will get rid of the jacket, tie and west then.”

When he returned into the kitchen, you had already taken a seat after setting the filled plates on the table and the two of you ate in silence.

“As always delicious. Let me help you with cleaning the kitchen.”, he offered and you smiled about his gesture.

“No need. I will put them into the machine. If bet you want to take a warm and relaxing shower at the end of the day.”

Loki seemed to muse about your words and like he wanted to ask something, but in the end he just nodded and disappeared into the masters bathroom.

Taking in and letting out a deep breath, you tried to calm your nerves. Mentally you had already planned to undress and wait, sitting on the bed wearing only the new lingerie, for Loki to get out of the shower.

Five minutes turned into ten and then twenty, when finally the water was turned off and you heard Loki finish.

With a hammering heart in your chest and nervously twitching fingers you sat at the foot of the bed.

The door opened and your breathing stopped. Loki´s hair was long enough to stick to his bare chest, causing drops of water to flow down in little rivers; only to be stopped by the towel he had secured around his hips.

His abdomen was defined, with a bit of dark fluff sneaking above the edge of the thick and fluffy fabric.

Shit.

Surprised by you being there, your boss stopped dead in his tracks, “I am sorry. I did not want to disturb you while you change. I will leave-”. He mumbled and wanted to turn around when you raised your hand to stop him.

“You did not. I waited for you.”, you stated, your nerves audible in your voice, “i hope I did not chose the wrong pair. Couldn´t really ask anyone about their opinion.”

“You did not. Let me assure you.”, his Adams-apple bopped and it almost seemed like he had to force his eyes to not wander along your exposed body, “May I ask-”

“Why I am dressed like this? I want to full-fill my part of the contract to the whole extend. That sounded far to bureaucratic.”, you stated, “Please?”

“Do not understand me wrong, but where does the sudden change of mind come from?”

“It was no sudden change, at least not for me.”, you admitted after letting out a small sigh.

“Then why now? What caused you to act on that change today. What happened?”, at once worry and demand waved in his voice.

And at once, you sighted again; wanting to forget and not to remember.

“My- something .. please, I – can... may I tell you tomorrow? The important thing is, that, whatever was holding me back, is out of the picture and I am doing what I wanted for a few weeks now?”, he kept staring and being silent, “I just wanted to feel wanted. This – this was stupid. I- I will go and find the guest room. There are leftovers in the fridge.”

Without grabbing your disregarded dress you turned to the door, but were stopped by a gentle hand around your wrist.

“Please wait. I did not mean to make you run like this. I told you, it is my need and urge to take care of others, to make sure they are alright; that you are alright. If you don´t want to speak about it now, I will not force you to. Please, stay and we can talk about what you have planned.”

“I read a bit about what you told me back then… like googling Dominant/ Submissive Relationships and things that have something to do with that.”, you began and Loki gave a short nod, “I started at the beginning of this arrangement, so I knew what I had signed up to. There was … a LOT to take in and I am sure I did not even scratch the surface. Some were … how do I say this… something I very quickly did stop looking into. “

“Understandable.”, he hummed, motioning to the bed asking if it was okay for you to move this conversation to something more comfortable.

You accepted gifting him a sincere, yet shy smile.

“There are a lot of areas that falls under that relationship, that is not mine as well. And we will have to talk about that and the hard and soft borders. That can wait until tomorrow or later, they can always be added and changed.”

“And there are also things I do not understand, but I guess that is normal.”, you continued, “But I am willing to try and open up to more. And I have to admit, I never really planned further than this. I thought it would work on its own.”

“I see… Then allow me to start introducing you into the Dominant/ Submissive lifestyle.”, Loki hummed, his voice deep and calming, “First and most important rule: if I do anything you do not like or want tell me and I will stop. This is about you.”

“Understood. Wha- what about protection?”, you mumbled.

“We don´t need it today. Because we will not have sex. This evening is about you. I will make you feel good.”, he hummed, but had a finality in his voice.

“Oh, okay.”, you blinked surprised, that was not an answer you had believed to hear; though were glad to do so.

“But first, allow me to get dressed in something other then this towel. It might just get in the way.”

You nodded. Loki stood up, walked to the little closet and took a pair of boxer- briefs out; only to drop the towel the very next second (exposing his ass to you) and step into the briefs. For a very short moment you were able to catch a glimpse of his most private are. He seemed to be well build and proportioned.

Next, he dimmed the lights and slowly returned to the bed to join you. His eyes roamed over your body, from your eyes, down your abdomen, legs and back up; they lingered on the lingerie set you had chosen to wear and an approving hum left his throat.

A blush crept up your face.

“I admit I tried to imagine what you would look like, but seeing you like this; not once did it gave you credit.”, Loki reached for your face, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek, the rest of his hand laying against your neck.

“Usually we would use a safeword, today ´stop´ will be the word. Tell me that you understood.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good. Is there anything you don´t want me to do, or something you want me to do specifically? “, he inquired.

“I don´t know. I will let you now when I find out?”, you confessed.

Right away Loki started to kiss down your neck, his hand moving down your skin to gently massage your side and caressing your covered breast.

“mhm”, you almost moaned and you could feel him smile against your skin.

Just when it was about to turn into a delightful torture, he switched his onslaught. The knot in your belly became even stronger, and you felt your inner walls clench against nothing, lifting your hips in the process.

“Ohhh. Mhmm. Loki.”, you moaned. Your hands twitching at your sides not knowing where to go.

“You can touch me if you want. Or need to.” Loki murmured, placing a kiss right between your breasts. Immediately your hands reached for him and clutched at his shoulders.

Now massaging your boobs, Loki continued his way to his goal, leaving goosebumps in his path.

Kissing and gently biting, he stopped right over your panties, waiting for your reaction. Following your little nod, his fingers tickled down your ribs, to pull them down your legs.

“Beautiful.”, he breathed, “May I taste you?”

Another quick nod.

The pleasure that followed was incredible. So incredible that you came a few times before he stopped and you were left a sweaty, endorphin drenched and tired mess. Your legs had turned to jelly and your body exhausted.

So exhausted, you barely noticed Loki cleaning your body with a luke-warm wet towel and dressing you in a big shirt to sleep in.

“Please stay.”, was the last thing you sleep drunkenly mumbled before falling into a deep slumber.

Part 14

AN 2.0. So, what do you think will happen next?

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~MaggY

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gingerwritess · 5 years

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Hey Theo! I just wanted to asking you could write something with Elliot on a sugar high before bed and maybe Loki and Reader treat putting Elliot to sleep like a mission... and maybe a steamy end???????

actual content?? on this blog ??? it’s more likely than you think ;)

oh my GOSH this was so so hard to write y’all i have had writers block so badly lately so thank you for sticking around!

this has mentions of drinking in it, no drunkenness, just sipping drinks :) ps this didn’t follow the request exactly i’m SORRY but i definitely have elliot on a sugar high in here! + steamy middle, but it works…

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You’ve lost your babies.

One of whom is the father of your actual baby, but you’re fairly certain that he was the one who took the candy in the first place.

The giggles coming from the bathroom might be a good hint, so you peek your head in the dark little room to find two silhouettes sitting in the empty bathtub, doubled over with laughter.

“Shh!!”

More giggles, and you yank the shower curtain aside.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“Your son started it,” Loki blurts, shoving the bag of candy into Elliot’s lap—who just screeches and throws it right back at him.

“Nuh uh!! Mommy, that’s not true! He brought it to me, he said I could have it!”

The little finger in Loki’s face never wavers as Elliot clambers over Loki’s legs to stand, hastily wiping at the chocolate smeared across his mouth.

“Little silvertongue,” Loki mutters as he pulls himself to his feet. “This was your idea, Elliot, I suggested we invite your mother as well…”

Hands on your hips, you raise an eyebrow at your son. “Is that true?”

Elliot giggles and plants his hands on his hips, too, grinning up at your “strict” gaze.

“Nope!”

“What am I going to do with your father?”

“He needs a spanking,” Elliot giggles as you lift him out of the bathtub, smoothing out the red cape on his shoulders. “He’s been real bad.”

Loki lets out a snort. “Don’t get my hopes up, Elliot.”

“Huh?”

“Loki.” You smack him in the chest, only to receive a wink in return. “C’mon, you two. We were supposed to be there five minutes ago.”

“I’m still tempted to forbid you from leaving the house dressed like that, Elliot.” Climbing out of the bathtub, Loki heaves a great sigh and tosses Elliot his little foam mjolnir. “As adorable as you look, I’m still insulted.”

Elliot giggles, clambering onto the counter to adjust his feathered helmet in the mirror. “I was you last year, daddy, it’s uncle’s turn. Gotta share, ‘member?”

Clearly Loki still isn’t thrilled with the notion of his son dressing up as his infamous brother…but given the circumstances and Thor’s blatant adoration for his kid, he sighs and waves a hand at Elliot.

“Right as always, my liege.”

Elliot grins from his spot up on the counter, tossing the little hammer from hand to hand. His lips curl, dimples forming in his chubby little cheeks—you know that look. He’s plotting something, isn’t he?

“Kneel, daddy.”

“Excuse me?”

The little boy bursts into a fit of giggles, chucking the foam hammer at Loki—who only gasps and scoops him off the counter with one great big “oh, how dare you,” lugging the mini-god of thunder off to the car amidst many laughing squirms and shrieked protests.

Once you’re at the tower, Loki’s reminded of just how much much he dislikes these social events.

Elliot left the moment you were through the door, zooming off with mjolnir in the air, cape fluttering, yelling for his uncle—leaving Loki a tiny bit sour, his hand still reaching for Elliot’s, who’s practically teleported away.

You take it instead.

“He’ll be back.” You give his hand a squeeze. “Must just be really excited about the prospect of flying.”

“I can fly,” Loki says under his breath, shoulders dropping. “Maybe not in the same way as Thor, but I can.”

Your soothing, reassuring response is cut off by a clinking of metal near your feet—you glance down.

Morgan’s waddled her way in front of you.

“What in all Hel—”

“Loki!”

The little girl waves up at the two of you, a great big toothless smile on her face.

Under the gold horned helmet on her head, that is.

“I’m you!”

She pokes Loki in the thigh. “See? Look it, look it, I’m you! Mr. Loki of Ath-gard!”

Either Loki is about to laugh, or the Stark legacy is about to end sooner than expected.

“That’s an amazing costume, Morgan!” You quickly smile and give the horns on her little helmet a playful tug, a hand on Loki’s arm, just in case. “Why’d you want to be Loki? Not your dad or…anything else?”

“I wanted to be somethin’ scary for Halloween,” she explains, reaching into the leather pouch around her waist. “Somethin’ scary ‘n ugly that’ll make people scream! So my dad said I should be Mr. Loki. I like it.”

Finding whatever she was looking for, she grins and pulls out a little blue cube.

“Tesseract,” Loki croaks. “C-clever.”

Keep it together, Lokes; she said she liked it, right?

It’s…adorable, actually, the beaming little brunette swishing the green cape around her, a banana hanging off her hip—

“Wait, what’s the banana for?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me have a knife,” she sighs, lifting the cape for a better look at the banana.

Loki looks like he might throw up.

“What’d’ya think, Mr. Loki?”

Silence, and you nudge him in the arm, praying he’ll focus on the endearing part of the costume.

“It’s…clearly the best costume of the night.”

Oh, thank god.

Morgan lights up and squeals, and you give Loki’s hand another squeeze, silently thanking him for not ruining her spirits.

“It’s better than Elliot’s, too,” she decides, adjusting her helmet before spinning on her heel and bolting away, cape fluttering. “I gotta go show ‘im!!”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little admirer,” you remark with a grin, tugging Loki over towards the drinks. “Wonder how much candy she’s had.”

“None, if you can believe that.”

“Tony! Hey, the place looks great!”

You hug the billionaire, much to the chagrin of your husband behind you, tiredly requesting two drinks and downing his in one gulp.

“Stark,” he then smiles, setting down the cup and offering his hand. “Happy…Halloween.”

Nailed it. Look at him go, all social ‘n stuff.

“I haven’t seen Elliot,” Tony says, ignoring Loki’s extended hand and wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’s the little bugger gone as, this year?”

“A complete—buffoon—” Loki grunts and squirms away from the hug.

“He wanted to dress up as Thor.” Smacking Loki in the arm, you sigh and try to find your son, lost amidst a crowd of friends. “It’s really cute, he’s got a little hammer and cape! There he is.”

They follow your point to find Elliot perched on the arm of a couch, eagerly listening to Morgan explain every detail of her costume, from the tip of her horned helmet down to the contents of her little pouch—

The mock-tesseract, spare banana, and a bit of green colour-powder—which she promptly takes a handful of and blows in Elliot’s face.

“Boom! Magic!”

Your little boy is mesmerised.

“Elliot’s pretty calm for already having eaten half a bag of candy,” you point out, nudging Loki with your hip. “Thanks to this bad boy, that is.”

“Uh oh…” Tony grins, giving Loki a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Been naughty, Lokester? Careful…tonight’s the one night mommy and daddy don’t need an excuse for the screams, ‘f y’know what I mean.”

You snort into your drink, but Loki just dryly replies with a monotone “I use a spell, thanks,” and takes another sip.

“Someone needs to get into the spooky spirit,” Tony laughs, nudging you in the arm. “You better chain him up or somethin’, celebrate.”

“Yes, Tony, thank you for the sex advice,” you groan, pushing him away. He just gives a loud whoop and hurries off to go talk to the kids—probably a terrible idea.

Loki’s still quietly leaning against the bar, watching the kids laugh and sipping his drink.

Well…maybe Tony had a point.

He could use a bit of a pick me up. And it’s been a couple days, given Elliot’s recent obsession with space—that’s been requiring you and your hubby to spend your nights cuddled up with your son, illusions upon illusions of the universe sparkling across the ceiling.

Not that you could ever complain.

“So…” you sidle up close to him again and laying a hand on his chest. “Are we going to be needing chains tonight, love?”

Loki quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe something to tie you down, but I don’t think chains will be necessary.”

“Oh. Expecting me to cooperate, hm?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, taking a slow sip and pointedly licking his lips. “Don’t cooperate, see what happens.”

“Maybe I will,” you hum, a hand slipping up to take the drink from his hand and set it aside, turning his face to yours. “Hey.”

He looks at you, eyes tired but twinkling.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

There’s an undeniable dimness to his eyes, but he gives you a small smile and tips his head down to brush his lips against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers—you frown into his lips.

That’s not an answer.

“What’s on your mind?” You pry again, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“Currently…” his kiss deepens, tongue flitting out to flick over your lips. “You, a little…mm, tied up…”

“Save it,” you laugh, twining your arms about his neck and pulling him closer. “There’s children present.”

Breaking apart, your noses bump. “We could leave,” Loki whispers. “Thor has an eye on Elliot, no one would know we’re gone.”

“Ah, yes, there’s got to be a closet in this place that we haven’t already tainted…”

Casting a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice, Loki twines his fingers through yours and pushes off the bar into the small crowd, a tiny, eager grin on his face.

You’ve no choice but to follow, really…not that you wouldn’t.

*cue wii music in the background*

i’d like to take this pure moment to remind you. be a nice person. love people. let people live their own lives. you and Loki totally aren’t making out+ in a closet rn. am i avoiding it? yes. go be nice.

*end scene*

“You still haven’t—ugh, answered me,” you huff, grabbing Loki’s arm when he sets you back on your feet, snagging another kiss. “What’s wrong?”

The little mechanical closet is dark, air heavy and filled with the whirring of computer parts, and Loki tugs you closer, fingers still tight around your hip.

“Nothing.” His lips capture yours again. “Remember the first time I dragged you into a dark closet?”

“Of course, I don’t think I’d forget the knife to my throat. You really liked your death threats, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles, face buried in the curve of your neck. “Thank you for being patient enough to teach me how to properly display my emotions.”

“I think you and closets matured nicely,” you murmur with a grin. “This is a much better option.”

Loki smiles, lips turned against your skin, and his breathless little sighs fall on your ear as he starts kissing you again—warm and open-mouthed along your jaw.

A hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, tugging you closer.

It slowly slips to your back, and the kisses slow to a stop.

His arms wrap around your waist and hold onto you tight.

“Loki?”

You can feel his heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

“Loki, what’s the matter?” Carding your fingers through his hair, you quickly hug him back just as tightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart, please.”

“Are you real?”

Muffled against your skin, his voice quivers.

“Yes,” you breathe, holding him closer. “Yes, of course I am—”

“And our son?”

You nod furiously and cradle the back of his head, keeping him tight in your embrace. “Yes, he is, he’s yours and mine and he’s real.”

“Alright.”

“Where’s this coming from, snowflake?”

He takes a shuddering breath—your heart drops. What happened?

“Stark,” he mumbles, and you sink to the floor, bringing him down with you in your arms.

“What about him?”

“He deserves this. A wife. A daughter. Family, happiness.”

“So do you,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, over and over and over. “So do you, Loki, you deserve this, too.”

But as expected, Loki shakes his head and clutches at your back. “No, I don’t. Every day I wake, I think this is a dream. Just a fantasy.”

“But it’s not,” you argue, and you push him back by the shoulders to stare into his dim green eyes. “You are more deserving of happiness than anyone I know, and—”

“What have I done to deserve this?” He snaps, and you brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Stark has saved this planet time and time again, one of which was saving your world from my own reign of terror. I brought nothing but destruction to this realm, horror and death and destruction, yet here I am. Living here, with my family, happy.”

He spits the word out with such venom.

What a horrid paradox he lives in—loathing himself, finally finding happiness, only to despise himself so terribly that he won’t let himself enjoy it.

“You listen to me, Loki.” Your mouths meet once more, quick but firm. “So what, you’ve done some bad things. So have I, and so has Tony, so has Thor, and your father, and so has literally every single person in this entire universe.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. You have to find a way to forgive yourself. You’re a good person, Loki. Someone I love, and someone our son loves.”

He doesn’t respond, just huddled in front of you staring back into your eyes, desperately trying to believe you.

Stroking a hand along his cheek, you give him a small smile. “I love you, Loki.”

Still nothing—just a quick, teary blink as he stares.

“I love you,” you whisper again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Then you grab his face in your hands and drag him towards you, pressing quick little smooches across his cheeks and nose and lips and eyes and anywhere you can reach, down his jaw and over the hands he’s pushing you away with, wrought with laughter.

“Stop, stop,” he laughs, a hand on your face to keep your kisses at bay. “Gods, woman, I get it. I love you, too.”

You kiss the palm of his hand.

“I love you.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“No, I love you.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” he laughs, lips puckering when you squish his cheeks in your hands and smush your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“But I loooove you, baby…” your hand slips under his shirt to lay against his heart, and you sling an arm around his neck to drag him into another kiss.

“I—mmf—love you,” Loki grunts—lips too squished and busy to get anything more out. “S-so much—”

His heart beats steadily under your palm.

Good.

Pushing him back with a loud smack, you take a deep breath and grin at him.

“Your kisses still knock the air right out of me, snowflake.”

“Well,” he huffs, swiping a hand across his mouth, “you don’t exactly pause for air, darling.”

Air comes second, when it comes to kissing Loki.

“C’mon,” you laugh, pulling yourself to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Lets go find our baby-Thor before anyone gets suspicious.”

* * * * * * * *

The Halloween party blazes on as the two of you wind your way back to the bar, on the lookout for a hulking blond god and his dark haired mini-me.

But, the sight of the mini-Loki catches your eye first—Morgan’s cackling.

That’s the first bad sign.

The second is the pile of empty candy wrappers her and Elliot are throwing in the air like confetti, littering the floor around them, and the third—the one flashing a neon sign saying I screwed up—is Thor’s guilty grin.

“What did you—”

“MOMMY!!”

Your little boy comes barrelling across the floor to crash into your knees, grinning and out of breath.

“Did you know you can make love??”

You all but choke on air. “What?!”

“Uncle Thor said you ‘n daddy made love!! I wanna make some, show me how!” Jumping up and down, Elliot’s screeching, turning heads across the entire room.

Your heart plummets.

“Elliot, shh, please!” You drop to your knees and clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the incessant bouncing. “Don’t say that so loudly, shush!!”

Elliot nods furiously, still giggling as he squirms it from under your hand. “I wanna make love!” He whisper-yells, hands in little fists pumping in the air. “I wanna make some love and give it to daddy, what’re the ingred-ents??”

“Thor.” You stand, shoving a finger in the burly god’s chest. “What the hell did you tell him?”

“Well, he asked where you went—”

Loki hits the floor, he’s laughing so hard.

“In all truthfulness, this is your fault,” Thor offers, pointing a finger at Loki. “You always tell me to never lie to your son!”

“Why—hah—why, by Odin’s beard, would you think to tell him that??”

“It’s the truth,” Thor grumbles, popping another chocolate bar in his mouth. “Clearly you two were off trick-or-treating each other, I merely put your thirst into child-friendly terms…”

“That’s enough, Thor, thank you.” You clap a hand over your eyes with a groan—Elliot’s still chanting—albeit quietly—“make! love! make! love! make! love!”

“On that note, we’re leaving.” You swoop Elliot’s giggly self into your arms, only to have him start screeching and practically roll out of your arms.

“I DON’T WANNA GO YET!”

“Norns, child.” Loki’s eyes go wide. “No yelling, Elliot. Try again.”

The kid’s pumped so full of sugar, he’s practically vibrating in your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he giggles, and you know he means it seriously, though the grinning, chocolate-covered face says otherwise. “Can we please stay a little longer? Please?”

“Fine…” you sigh, dropping him back to the floor—he bolts away, grabbing Morgan by the hand and uh, poof.

Gone.

You catch the two of them, mini-Loki and mini-Thor, hiding under the candy table a few minutes later.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Morgan Stark dressed up as you—”

Loki grabs you with one arm around the waist, catching your lips with his and promptly shutting you right up.

“No. No, I don’t think we are.”

* * * * * * * *

Elliot’s still going by the time you do drag him to the car—him taking to whacking everyone around him in the shins with his little mjolnir had been the last straw—and the moment he’s been wrestled into his car seat, the singing begins.

Who knew such little lungs had so much power?

“AND HEIMDALL’S YELLOW ‘N IRON MAN’S RED, A CAPE FOR THE BIG FELLOW ‘N CAP’S NOT DEAD—”

“Did he come up with that one on his own?”

“I assume so,” Loki sighs, head slumped into his hand, watching you drive. “I tried to give him some other options, but he’s a bit too hyper now for another lesson in Norse, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I can do it in Norse, dad!”

There’s a deep breath from the backseat—you brace yourself—followed by a deafening bang and a puff of dark smoke that fills the car from window to window.

You slam on the brakes.

“Elliot! No magic while we’re driving!”

“Sorry!” He shrieks, hands shooting into the air in defence. “Tha’s an accident!!”

“Pull over,” Loki coughs, waving away some of the smoke so you can at least see out the windshield. “I’ll sit with him.”

You do, and Loki goes to sit in the back with Elliot, quickly snatching up his little shaking hands in his own.

“You alright, Elliot?”

“That was an accident,” he whispers again, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You twist around to smile at the little boy—hands trembling out in front of him, lip starting to wobble, he looks terrified. “Don’t worry, okay? Dad’s right here, he’s going to help.”

“We just have to be careful,” Loki quietly tells him, smoothing his thumbs over Elliot’s knuckles. “You see how that could’ve been dangerous, yes?”

“Uh-huh. I understand, really.”

Loki gives him a soft smile, squeezing his hands. “Would you sing me more of your song? The lyrics were intriguing, I would love to hear more.”

Elliot sniffs, giving a small shake of his head. “I wroted it myself,” he mumbles. “That’s all the words. Can you sing?”

“O-of course, erm…sure.”

You smile to yourself, starting the car back up.

They’ll be okay.

Loki’s quiet singing certainly helps, sitting in the backseat as you drive, holding Elliot’s hands tight in his. He’s ten times calmer, the sugar high starting to crash, his head lolling back against the car seat as he stares at his father with drooping eyes.

Slow blinks and hushed voices fill the car by the time you’re home. Finishing the quiet song to keep Elliot in his almost-asleep daze, Loki continues singing while you carefully unbuckle the kid, hoisting him into your arms to carry inside, Loki close behind.

“That was a lot easier than I expected,” you whisper, setting Elliot on his bed and getting him some sleep clothes to change into.

“With how much candy he ate, I did expect much, much worse,” Loki agrees, kneeling in front of the half-asleep little boy. “Lift your arms for me, Elliot? Just for a second, then you can go to back sleep.”

The two of you slowly get him changed, holding his head up when it droops and promising to hang his cape by the door when he jerks awake and insists upon it.

“I’ll hold him, you brush his teeth?” You ask, picking up your son and holding him close.

Loki smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course.”

Elliot’s drooling toothpaste onto your shoulder then entire time, but to hear Loki quietly chuckling behind you as he tries to brush the sleeping kid’s teeth, it’s entirely worth every bit.

“That’s as good as I can do,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along Elliot’s round little cheek. “Let’s get him in bed before he latches onto you for good.”

You give a soft laugh, hugging the boy tighter. “I wouldn’t complain. His hugs rival yours, Lokes, watch out.”

Loki stretches out on the foot of Elliot’s bed, arms crossing behind his head with a content sigh.

“I mean, personally, I wouldn’t.” He catches your eye with a smile as you lower Elliot to the pillows. “Let you out of my arms, that is.”

“Neither would Elliot, apparently,” you laugh, trying to no avail to pry the little arms from around your neck. “Help, Loki, he’s not…heh, he’s not letting go…”

He sits up with a dramatic huff. “Only one thing to do, then.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tug and you let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed.

“Loki!” You hiss, hoping to god that didn’t wake Elliot up.

“Shh…I need a hug, too.” Arms winding about your waist and over Elliot, who’s still fast asleep on your chest, Loki nestles into your side with a happy little hum. “Here. Better?”

A hand runs up your thigh, changing you immediately into your sleep clothes without having to actually get up and change. He’s done the same for himself, and you fake a sigh.

“I guess we’re sleeping here again, hm?”

“I won’t complain,” Loki murmurs, a hand rubbing over Elliot’s back. “Want the stars?”

You nod with a small smile, settling back against the pillows, your son on your chest and husband by your side. This is pretty unreal, you decide. Loki was asking the right questions.

It only gets better when Loki waves a hand towards the ceiling, flipping off the lights and covering the room in dim, flickering illusions of the universe, colourful realms swirling in the air among the endless expanse of stars.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on Loki’s cheek. “I’d kiss you right now, but I can’t reach you with Elliot on me.”

“Let’s fix that.” Starlight glinting off his cheekbones, he scoots up onto the pillows and cradles your head in his hands, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before melding his lips to yours.

Soft, slow, and Elliot shifts in his sleep, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he reaches for Loki, tugging him closer for you while he sleeps.

“That’s better.” A giddy laugh leaves your lips when Loki does, kissing the tip of your nose once for good measure before cuddling back into your side.

“And what’s so funny, darling?”

“Are you real?” You whisper, grinning down at your two loves, a hand combing through Elliot’s curls. “Are either of you real?”

Loki smiles, the universe swimming in his eyes as he watches you play with Elliot’s hair. “Told you. We live in a dream. This is just a fantasy, isn’t it.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “Just feels like it, and that’s a million times better.”

“I love you. Both of you.”

Eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, Loki takes your other hand in his and lays it on the top of his head.

“Real subtle, Loki. I love you.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, too.

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is-it-madness · 4 years

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My Glorious Purpose Loki | OC Chapter 7

A/N: Thank you @wowjeena, my lovely beta! Love you, darling! 💜😘 Also! I’m going to be posting the next chapter in a short while, since they go together.

Pairing: Loki x OC (Tera Digitalis)

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: Honestly, none that I can think of... maybe discussing events from the previous chapter?

Chapter 7: Ashamed

(Tera’s POV)

When we reach the top floor, we walk out of the elevator to see Bruce trying to show Thor how to use a phone, with Steve watching over. He’s still a little shaky when it comes to modern technology.

“Finally!” Tony said, walking out of the kitchen with a glass in his hand. “You took forever.”

I frown. “We literally just hung up with you Tony.”

He just waves his glass at me, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey Point Break, the rest of the team is here.”

Thor looks up at us. He grabs Clint in a powerful hug and kisses Nat’s hand. He turns to me.

“Hi Thor!”

“Lady Tera! I have missed you a great deal!”

He pulls me into a hug and spins me around. I laugh, holding onto him tightly.

“Okay you two. Put her down. I don’t need you destroying my building Thor.”

He places me back on my feet.

“So what brought you back to Earth, Thor?” Bruce asks.

Thor turns to face the rest of the group.

“Well, as you know, the Allfather banished me to Midgard several years ago as a punishment for my actions.”

I nod. Coulson had told me this story.

“Well, the Allfather deemed it a suitable punishment for Loki. Making him live with those he tried to destroy.”

Tony chokes on his drink. “You’re telling me Reindeer Games is coming back to Earth?”

“No.” Thor replies solemnly.

Tony sighs, “Hallelujah.”

“He’s already here!” Thor runs out of the room and out to the balcony.

Nat and I look at each other, then we all run after Thor.

I look around for Loki, but I only see Thor, crouching next to a struggling green and gold object.

I almost laugh. It’s Loki, laying down trying to stand but unable to because Thor placed Mjolnir on his chest.

“Thor! Get your stupid, glorified hammer off me this instant.”

Thor just laughs, but does what Loki asks him. He quickly stands and Thor takes off the cuffs restraining him. Loki brushes himself off while glaring at his brother.

Tony steps forward. “Thor, you can’t be serious! You expect us to-to babysit a homicidal murderer?”

Thor clasped Tony’s shoulder. “Not to worry Man of Iron. I will be here to watch him.”

Tony frowns and walks back inside, annoyed.

“We don’t have a room for him Thor,” Steve reminds him.

“Not to worry Captain. He shall have Mjolnir’s room.”

“Mjolnir has a room?” I ask laughing.

“Yes, I asked Tony to build a room for Mjolnir when he was reconstructing his tower.”

“Alright Thor, I don’t think we can refuse this, so if Loki does anything, you’re responsible,” Steve tells him.

“Of course.” Thor says, with a bow of his head.

“I’m standing right here you morons.”

We all just look at Loki, before heading back inside.

“Come brother.”

“I would rather stay out here Thor.”

“Just leave him Thor,” I say. “You come inside, I want to tell you guys about my mission tonight.”

Thor smiles at me and we head back inside. Everyone sits around and I start telling them about what happened tonight. I left out parts when I told them what happened. Knowing Bruce, he would have hulked out and Thor would demand that Foyer must die. As I start telling them when Foyer left Nat to come to me, I notice a shadow standing near the doors of the balcony, listening in, but I pretend not to see.

It’s nearly one in the morning when I finish, I started around midnight. I would have finished sooner, but Clint kept interjecting. Steve, Bruce, Clint, Tony start to make their way to their rooms as does Nat. I go to the fridge looking for something to eat. Thor goes outside to bring Loki inside.

I sit on the kitchen counter and take off my heels. I stay sitting there, eyes closed, letting the waves of excitement wash over me and drain out.

“Are you alright Lady Tera?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah, I’m fine Thor. Just relaxing.”

“Alright then, I will see you in the morning. Goodnight!”

“Night Thor.”

He walks down the hall to his room, with Loki by his side.

I hop off the counter and grab a cookie. I make my way back towards the couches, munching. The events of the night bothering me, I feel so dirty. I sit on the couch, closing my eyes, trying to forget what I allowed to happen with my body.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the mortal child.”

I open my eyes.

“I thought you went to bed.”

“Please. I just needed the oaf to think that.”

Loki steps out of the shadows.

“You look lovely.”

“Thanks,” I respond apprehensively.

He makes his way across the living room and sits at the other end of the couch.

He smirks. “I don’t think however, you dressed this way for me.”

I glare at him. “No I didn’t. I don’t dress to please anyone. And besides, I saw you standing there, listening to my story.”

“That is correct. But I believe that I am not the only one to avoid the truth.”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t avoid anything.”

He shakes his head. “I heard your thoughts. You felt it necessary to leave parts of your story out. I am no fool. You left out information from the others.”

“So what if I did?”

“Nothing,” he said airily. “I just want the full story.”

I stand. “Why do you care what he did to me?”

“So he did do something then?” Loki asks, smirking.

I slowly sit back down. I hang my head, staring at the ground.

“Yes,” I whisper. I don’t want to admit it to anyone, not even to Nat, but I’m disgusted with myself. I had let Foyer touch me, have fun with my body. I feel sick with myself. I allowed all those things to happen.

I tense as Loki scoots closer to me, almost shoulder to shoulder.

“Do you wish to talk about it?”

I shake my head, but in my mind I scream. YES!

“Well which is it?”

I look at him, my eyes filling with tears. His expression changes from smug to despair? Hurt? It’s something, but not the usual smirk. I look away.

“Okay. I’ll tell you. But you can’t tell anyone,” I plead.

“You have my word.”

I take a deep breath and start.

“Well, when Nat left us, he took my face in his hands and started looking me over. I felt like a piece of meat displayed for him, to do as he pleased.”

I see Loki clench his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“He started saying how I’m not like other girls,” I continue. “He started saying that I didn’t throw myself at him like all the other women did when he entered the room. He said I’m playing hard to get and that he likes that. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him and whispered in my ear that women who are like that ‘taste the sweetest’.”

My voice catches when I try to continue. I clear my throat.

“Next thing I knew I felt him place a kiss on my neck. Clint and Nat were about to take him down, but I signaled for them to hold on. They heard what he said and did. But I continued. I wrapped my arms around Foyer’s neck and asked him ‘If we taste the sweetest, what do you taste like?’ When I said that, he tried to kiss me but I stopped him.”

I drop my voice down to a whisper. I’m scared to keep talking, scared someone would hear.

“I told him we should go somewhere private, so I can get him on my own and get the information from him. He took me by my hand and we went into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he tried kissing me again, but I stopped him again.”

I try to cover the tears spilling down my cheeks.

“I told him if he wanted a kiss, he would have to do what I tell him to do. He then put both his hands on my waist. I tried to back away from him, but I couldn't. He bent over to whisper into my ear again. He told me I taste divine, and I felt him trail his tongue upward toward my jaw.”

So good, I can hear Foyer whispering again.

I take a shaky breath before continuing.

“I couldn't take it anymore, so I made him think I would please him. I cuffed him to his chair and gagged him with his tie. Then I called Nat and Clint to come.”

I look up at Loki when I finish. He looks absolutely furious, his jaw is clenched, his knuckles still white, green eyes flashing.

Something about his eyes nags me, but I’m not sure what it is.

He reaches his hand up, hesitantly, and wipes my tears.

I look at him in shock.

“It is not your fault Tera.”

I shake my head. “Yes it is. I let him do that to me. I allowed it to happen. I gave up my dignity to him. He was enjoying himself, I knew it and yet I did nothing to stop him. I’m filthy, disgusting. I’m sick. I let this happen.”

Loki takes my hands in his large, slender ones.

“Don’t. Don’t allow yourself to think of yourself in such a manner. You did what you needed to. This is not your fault. It will not make anyone think lower of you.”

I give him a small smile.

“Why don’t you go to sleep? You need it.”

I stand. “What about you?”

He waves his hand, standing as well. “I will find my way. It’s not hard when your beacon is a snoring Thor.”

I stand there, thinking if my next action will lead to my demise.

I throw my arms around his waist, resting my head on his chest. I realized how short I am when I’m next to him.

“Thanks for not degrading me. And for listening.”

I grab my heels and run for the elevator to head up to my room. Before the doors close, I see Loki standing still, a shocked expression on his face.

I make my way into my room. I place my heels in my closet and head to my bathroom. I peel off the dress and take a quick shower. When I finish, I put on my Harry Potter pajamas and climb into bed. As I drift to sleep, I question whether or not it was a good idea to tell Loki what happened. He was sarcastic at first, but I think he was sincere when I told him what happened. But what about that hug? Why on earth would I think it was a good idea to do that?

Just act like nothing happened, I think. Nobody needs to know. Hopefully he’ll forget by morning.

And with that comforting thought, I drift off to sleep.

Part 8

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ancientwastedlores · 4 years

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The Support System (Ch: 4)

SUMMARY: The Avengers have managed to collect all the infinity stones across the universe, and are currently keeping them in far corners of the world, only for research and to see if they can improve the planet and its people. Reader is a researcher with Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, as well as a field agent. Loki is currently serving time for his actions in New York City in 2012.

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AO3: The Support System Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Chapter: 4/? Warnings: N/A Audience: general.

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CHAPTER 4:

The next morning, you wake up with Loki’s arm and leg draped over you. You get out from under it and peer at the TV. It’s paused on the fourth episode. Maybe Loki saw you had fallen asleep, or maybe it was the other way around... you don’t remember. You leave him to sleep and go to brush your teeth, amazed at how completely normal you’re treating this to be.

For whatever reason, you’ve seen Tony Stark get drunk, but never seen him hungover. The man is a miracle worker. Bruce is holding his head in his hand, and no one else wants to talk, but Tony is practically bouncing off the walls. He must have 15 cups of coffee in him, you think to yourself.

You sit down at the table with the Avengers, who all lift their heads to look at you.

‘What?’ you ask. ‘It’s your turn to make the breakfast, didn’t you remember?’ Tony asked.

You shoot up, having completely forgotten that the cook doesn’t come in on weekends and the responsibility for breakfast and dinner falls on one Avenger a week.

‘Sorry sorry sorry, I’ll get right to it, give me a few minutes’. ‘No worries, we’re still working on our coffees. We haven’t been up long’ Nat reassures you.

You smile at her and then run frantically run get your ingredients together.

‘Good morning’ Thor walks in, all smiles. Everyone else groans at the noise. Another man you’ve never seen hungover, but it would make sense for a god, wouldn’t it?

Bruce turns to look at Thor, then narrows his eyes. ‘Did I… Did I cry last night?’

‘Yeah, you cried because that child over there…’ Tony points at you, ‘lifted Thor’s hammer’ ‘I’m not a child, I’m 22 years old’ you protest. ‘Yeah, okay kid’ Tony says. ‘Hello’ Loki greets and another round of groans greet him.

You quickly jump to defend that to him, ‘They’re just terribly hungover, Loki’.

He smiles at you and walks over. ‘Can I help you?’ ‘You actually can. Tell me you know how to make poached eggs?’ ‘I wish I could’ ‘Can you toss some tomatoes around in a pan?’ ‘Never done that before, I could try?’ ‘Can you slice the bread?’ ‘Yes, that I can do for you’.

You hand him a large bread knife and a loaf of uncut brown bread, and instruct him to cut the slices thick.

Tony’s eyes widen at you handing Loki a knife that large, but says nothing. You notice, and badly wish to make a show of it, but decide not to.

You turn to the stove to make your poached eggs, while the crust of the bread cracking under the knife act as music to your ears. You don’t cook much, but when you do, you love to smell and touch and hear everything. Loki cuts the slices as instructed, and after toasting them, and places them all on plates, ready for you to lay the eggs on them. You add tomatoes and mashed potatoes to the plate as well, and wash your hands quickly to cut some fruit.

Loki leans over as you cut an apple. ‘Can I show you something?’ he asks. You look up from your task without stopping it, ‘Of course’

He creates five clones of himself, which each take two plates and walk to set them down on the dining table. You laugh. ‘That’s amazing!’

Everyone else is sceptical, but hearing your laughter, they stay put. They still glare at all the Lokis setting their plates of food down, but the clones promptly vanish after the task.

‘You could cook us an entire meal and not lift a damn finger’ you tell Loki.

He looks genuinely glad you enjoyed the show. He takes the one remaining plate that’s yours and waits for you to bring the fruits over. You finish up, wash your hands again, and sit at the dining table with the rest. You notice Loki has shifted from his usual seat to one right across from you. You steal glances at him while you eat, recounting the previous night when you watched Doctor Who together. However, it’s the episode you keep recounting, not actually sitting next to Loki watching it.

‘What plans today?’ you hear Tony ask. ‘Pep and I are going down to Clint’s, he said he needs help fixing up some farm equipment’. ‘Can Bruce and I join?’ Natasha asks, to which Tony says yes.

Everyone else has plans outside; Rhodey has a camping trip planned with his friends, since it’s a three-day weekend. Vision and Wanda are moving out of the tower to a nearby apartment, and want to set that up, and Thor wants to take Jane to Asgard.

After everyone has ticked off their plans, they ask you what you plan to do. Normally, you join in on whatever Tony is doing, other times you meet with your friends from back in S.H.I.E.L.D, but you see that Loki has no plans, and no one has included him in theirs either. You look across and notice him picking at his food, trying to not think about it.

‘Oh, I’m staying in the Tower with Loki and marathoning Doctor Who again’ you say.

You feel Tony’s gaze burn into you, while the others silently continue to eat.

‘Have fun’ you hear Bruce say. It sounds forced. ‘You too’ you still say.

You walk into the lab to pick up a few papers and see Bruce and Tony.

‘Aren’t you guys leaving?’ ‘Yeah, in a second, we just needed to put the stone back. Can’t leave it open for an entire weekend’ Tony says. ‘Hm, fair enough’ you go to your table and pick up another set of papers Strange sent over. He certainly has you doing a lot of reading!

‘Do you want one of us to stay back?’ Tony asks. ‘Whatever for?’ ‘You KNOW what for, you can’t be alone with him in the Tower’. ‘I’m NOT alone, the tower is full of security and staff... although why the Avengers Tower needs security, I don't know'. ‘You know what I mean’. ‘No, I really don’t’ you’re getting a little annoyed now. ‘Can you honestly tell me you wouldn’t have preferred ONE person being on your side vouching for you, being there for you, when you thought the worst of yourself a few years ago?’

Silence.

‘Well, why does it have to be you?’ Tony asks.

‘Because... it’s no one else’ you sigh. ‘Because I’ve been here for a whole year, he has been here longer, and in all that time, it’s been no one else. And I know what that’s like. YOU know what it’s like, how can you let anyone feel that way when you personally know how terrible it feels?’

‘He just wants you to be safe’ Bruce says. ‘I know’ you place your hand on Tony’s shoulder. ‘Tony, the burden of the world doesn’t fall upon you. You don’t have to be responsible for every single thing’.

He looks at you, his face inscrutable. He finally shrugs and pulls you into a hug. ‘You be safe, okay? If there’s literally anything, you call me. I don’t care if it’s 4 AM and you’re dead, you call me’.

You laugh. ‘I’ll keep that in mind, assuming the after world has good phone reception’.

‘If you’re carrying the phones I issued, they'll work anywhere’ he lets go and winks at you. ‘Now get outta here, go watch your time travel show’.

You walk into your room, expecting Loki to already be waiting there with the remote in hand, but he isn’t. You wonder if he’s playing a prank on you and call out his name. Setting the papers down, you look behind the curtains, open up your closet, and check the washroom. Nothing.

Where is he?

Figuring he’ll appear when he wants to, you start on the pages Strange sent you.

About an hour later, the door to your room opens. You look up see it’s Loki.

‘Hey, where have you been!?’ ‘Where have I been!? Where have you been, I’ve been waiting for an hour’ he says. ‘Aren’t we watching it here?’ ‘No, I told you, since we’re alone, I thought we’d watch it in Stark’s theatre’.

Oh right. Stark also has a theatre in the residential wing for movie nights. He mostly screens horror films, much to your annoyance, so you rarely ever go there. But you never considered watching your favourite TV shows on there.

‘That’s an amazing idea, why did I never think of that!?’ you push your notes and papers aside and get up. ‘I also got the staff to get us some traditional movie snacks’ he informs you.

You squeal and clutch his wrist, and pull him out the room as you do so before letting go quickly. You don’t know it, but you just sent tingles up and down his body, and he is now smiling the biggest smile walking behind you.

You sit at the back of the theatre, the seats next to yours and his full of snacks. Popcorn, cookies, nachos, chips, even hot dogs. You wonder how the conversation went between Loki and the staff member he asked to fetch all of this on a Saturday for just two people.

The marathon begins.

Tuesday morning, the rest of the Avengers come in to work. You’re already awake, and decide to greet them all at the reception.

Rhodey trudges in first with his rucksack, stinking to high heaven. You gasp and try to push him away as he tries to hug you. ‘You took Stark’s jet, it has a freaking shower, Rhodes!’ ‘I thought it would be more fun to hug you like this, what’s wrong, don’t you like it?’ he asks innocently. ‘Shut up, go take a shower, oh my god my eyes are burning’.

He laughs and drags his rucksack along.

Tony and company come next, carrying their bags. Clint is on the phone, most probably with his wife. You greet them, and Tony asks how your weekend was.

‘Excellent, I may have put on a little weight with all the snacks I ate, so I have to work extra hard this week’ you joke. Natasha hugs you, and lovingly pokes your stomach. ‘You’re back on training right after breakfast'. ‘Yes ma’am’ you give her a small salute.

The rest of the company moves along and Bruce stays back. ‘Are you good? Tony was worried’.

‘Yeah, I had a great time. We literally just watched the show and ate’. ‘Okay…’ Bruce sighs from relief. ‘Good to hear. I’ll see you in the lab’.

Thor comes in next. You greet him too, and he wordlessly walks up to you and envelopes you in a giant hug.

‘What’s happening’ you ask. ‘Heimdall saw you’. ‘That’s the watcher dude?’ He laughs, still holding you. ‘Yes, the watcher dude. The watcher dude says Loki hasn’t been this happy in ages, and I think you’re doing a good job’.

You weren’t trying to do anything, but you're glad to learn Loki is in fact enjoying your company. ‘It’s no trouble. He’s fun to spend time with, we enjoy a lot of the same things’. ‘Like what!?’

You wish you hadn’t said that, because what you’ve spent the weekend talking to Loki about is the Infinity Stones. Not the sentience, because you knew that would be a bit much, but certainly about its powers, the previous owners, the seventh that was destroyed by Adam Warlock, its place in the cosmos, and much, much more.

You can’t tell Thor this, of course, because it would be interpreted differently.

‘Just, you know. Time travel. And other planets. He told me about Asgard’. This wasn’t a lie. ‘That’s nice’ he smiles warmly at you. ‘Well, I have some work in Asgard, I only came to drop Jane off and thank you. Goodbye’. ‘Bye’ you say. You hear a thud, the Tower shakes, and Thor disappears.

Finally, Wanda and Vision walk in and greet you. You aren’t that close with them, but you're always nice to each other.

You go for breakfast, and things go on as usual.

There’s a week left for the extraction mission, and Tony informs you that he expects it to take about a week, five days if he were coming, but he isn’t, causing Natasha to roll her eyes.

A group of arms dealers are expected to be in New York next week. Your mission is to infiltrate the warehouse in Queens, where they are working. Tony has found out they will be getting a new shipment of weapons in a week, and bit by bit, your team is to break down their networks in Hong Kong and Dubai.

You’ve been on field assignments before, but never this long, nor this big. Nervousness isn’t even a word in your dictionary, you’ve been preparing for this so long, you feel like you could kill it in a single day. Tony senses your fire and has been “subtly” trying to direct that energy into training.

‘I know what you’re doing, I’ll be fine’ you protest. ‘I just don’t want you bouncing off the walls during the mission. I know how excited you get’.

Even Bruce wants you out of the lab after a point because you won’t stop talking and walking around, being a total distraction. Bored, and having trained and training new S.H.I.E.L.D recruits, you decide to see what Loki is up to.

You walk in on him reading in the living room.

The living room is huge, furnished in white with subtle gold embellishments. Tony considered asking every Avenger giving their personal touches here and there, and decided it wouldn't work, because Thor wanted red, Natasha wanted black, and Vision thought minimalism was a good idea, while Rhodey disagreed and asked for a water feature. So Tony listened to no one and just did what he wanted.

‘What are you reading?’ you ask, walking in.

Loki shows you the cover. American Gods.

‘Why are you reading that?’ ‘I think it’s amusing how the writer has painted Odin’.

You smile, remembering that in the story, Odin is a fallen god.

‘I leave in a week’ you say. ‘Yes, I know’ Loki says, without looking up from his book.

You wait for any sort of acknowledgement that he’ll miss you, or at least to be safe. When you get nothing, you shrug and sit down across from him.

‘I’m bored’. ‘Uhuh’. ‘Do you wanna fight me?’ you ask, quite casually. ‘What!?’

You grin at him. ‘I’m bored, and also excited about the mission, and I don’t know what to do with all this energy’. Not having sparred in ages himself, Loki puts his book aside and stands up. ‘Where?’ ‘Training room’.

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