“The Avengers Embark on a Brief Escape from Sanity” - a Loki x Reader crack!fic one shot
You, Loki, and the Avengers go to an escape room to pass an afternoon.
You all fucking destroy the place, you chaotic sunsuvbishes.
PAIRINGS: Loki x Reader; Bucky x Steve; Author x Skywalker OG
WARNINGS: the fuck if I know what my brain’s going to come up with, just know when to duck (brief erection talk and lots of Bucky ass-grabbing Steve)
WORD COUNT: 2.4k
This is my 1k follower celebration, where you all dared me to write a fic while stoned, posting it un-edited. All I edited was spelling because my gods I’m not a total schmuck. For the record, at the beginning of this adventure I am about half-a-joint in, and fully intend to be two-in by the time we’re finished here today. They really should make some Marvel-named strains. A Loki OG would probably make me so horny. Like literally, his color is green so why don't we have Loki-Smoki? Anyway, here you go, my readers. Thanks for getting me to 1k! I love you….and I’m sorry. ^_^
“I don't understand,” said a highly-confused Thor as the quinjet touched down on the roof of the mall. “People put themselves in prison for fun here? How strange!”
“For once, I concur with my brother,” said a sullen Loki from the seat on your left. You smiled and slipped a hand over his. His skin always felt supple, cooler than a human’s, but still soft. “It makes no sense.”
“It’s a game!” said Steve, proud to finally be ‘in’ on something before another teammate. “To test our minds and ability to work on a team!”
Stark rolled his eyes and stood up first as the engines stopped. “Yeah, because The Avengers have no fucking idea how teams works…or how prisons work,” he eyed Nat, along with half of the team.
She pouted. “Fuck you.”
You and Loki quickly got up. “I think it’ll be fun,” you said, ever the optimist. “And if nothing else, think of all the attention this small, local business will attract if just one of us takes a picture with them!”
Loki smiled and kissed your forehead. “You’re always seeing the good in everything, even in the face of inevitable imprisonment!”
You rolled your eyes. “Drama queen.”
You may as well have sauntered into the mall in slow motion, you all looked so cool. Everyone recognized you as the heroes of Earth, of course, and you couldn’t get far before the wolves descended, desperate for interaction with their idols. Some of you relished in the attention. Tony was waving and handing out business cards. Thor and Steve were posing with the ladies for selfies while Bucky tried to grab Steve’s ass from behind. Meanwhile, Nat looked like she wanted to go home and punch someone. That left you and Loki in the middle, looking around over the heads of the gathering fans, looking for an exit.
“Are you sure this isn’t the escape room?” Loki asked.
“Over there!” you said, pointing to the left. A large, neon sign flashed “Escape-O-Rama!” from a regrettable distance away. But before you could wrangle the Avengers away from their adoring fans, two beautiful young women flanked Loki, ignoring you completely and shoving you off to the side.
Loki grimaced. “Ladies…I’m not sure you’re aware that you just shoved my--”
“--can we get a picture?” asked one, a fair-skinned lass with lush blonde hair. “Please, Mr. Loki? God, you’re hot!”
You frowned and rolled your eyes, regaining your balance as the second girl shoved her phone into your hand. “Take the picture?”
Without letting your boyfriend get a word in edgewise, the girls threw his hands over their shoulders, giggling like idiots. Loki looked at you, and raised an eyebrow the instant he saw how red your face was getting with anger. “No, I’m not indulging a pair of ingrates!”
They, again, ignored his protestations, leaving you to settle the matter.
“Jesus Christ, we’ll be late for our reservation,” you muttered, growling and chucking the camera at the one girl’s face, hitting her nose, sending her careening to the floor with a grunt of shock.
Loki looked pleasantly amused. You wasted no time in throwing the other girl off of him and hurling her body on top of her pal’s. “You seemed to forget two things, ladies,” you said, shaking a finger at them. “One, I’m an Avenger too, so I can do some cool shit myself. You should’ve wanted me in the picture too, you dirty trailer-park cunts! Two, Loki’s my man meat, so back off, you bald-ass hyenas!”
The girls were stunned, and the other mortals who were busy accosting the rest of the team fell silent, slowly backing away and deciding to resume their business, lest they feel your wrath next.
“Good, now can we go?” you asked sweetly, waiting until the two little bitches were looking at you before shoving your tongue down Loki’s throat for a solid twenty seconds of public access tonsil hockey. Loki loved showing off in public with you, the Kinkmeister.
Thor didn’t like it when you did that in front of him, however, and he quickly cleared his throat. “Let’s…just go imprison ourselves.”
“Thor, I believe the correct term is ‘go fuck ourselves’,” said Tony.
“It’s a ship prison?” asked a skeptical Loki as you were guided back to the escape room by a pimple-faced teenaged employee.
“It’s our newest room,” bragged the kid, his voice cracking worse than Steve’s on the first night he ever saw a stripper. “Escape from the Titanic! Very popular! Very difficult to solve!”
“So it’s a very large prison, a titanic prison,” added Thor.
“It’s named after a real ship,” said Bucky.
“Or the movie,” added Tony.
“You’ll have one hour to find and obtain the key that unlocks the last available lifeboat off the sinking Titanic. If you fail to find the key and leave the ship, you’ll all drown!” the kid recited, trying his best to sound interested.
“This jerk won’t be winning any Oscars,” muttered Tony.
The employee ignored Tony Snark.
“I’ll be available to contact via this telegraph machine,” said the kid, indicating the large contraption by the door. “You’ll have three clues. Just tap any pattern into the telegraph, it’ll buzz me, and I’ll give you a clue. You can also bug out of the room in an emergency by tapping SOS.”
Loki had to almost immediately slap Thor’s curious hand away from the telegraph.
The employee set the clock to exactly one hour and left the room. As soon as he locked the door, an off-key version of My Heart Will Go On began twinkling awkwardly throughout the room, making Nat cringe.
“This is what they did to me in Gitmo” she murmured. “Bastards.”
“So now what?” asked Loki, looking to you for guidance.
“Well the first clue could be anywhere, tucked in a crack in a wall or under a table…look for drawers that could be opened, clues that may be written down in a book or--”
“--here it is!”
Tony raised the key marked “Number One” above his head.
“Um, we didn’t even find the clue yet, asshole,” you grunted. “Slow your roll, ‘kay?”
Tony shrugged and tossed the key on the table. “The clue on the tag says something about poop.”
“The poop deck, usually toward the back of a ship,” recited Steve as Bucky tried to make a reach for Steve’s poop deck.
“Um, how ‘bout that sign?” Tony pointed with his thumb to the sign that literally read “POOP DECK HERE YOU NEED THE KEY” above his head in the doorway.
The clock read 58:26 as everyone piled through the first door…except for you and Loki. You grinned slyly as you closed the door behind the others, keeping the two of you in that first room.
“There’s only one mast I want to raise today,” you said seductively, making Loki purr with pleasure.
“I’d counter you with an equally-witty quip, but I am not on familiar terms with the lingo that mortals use for their ships.”
“Shut up and put your tongue in my face, Loki.”
He did, and it was fucking excellent.
“Um, you do know there are cameras in every room?” came a timid voice from over the loudspeaker.
“Good, it’s free porn for you!” you giggled. Loki put a gentle finger to your lips and ‘shhed’ you in a way that made you want to drop your pants.
“Dignity, dearest,” he said softly. “Let’s wait until we can desecrate Steve’s room again.”
You were about to agree before you were interrupted by the sound of disappointment amid Tony’s wisecracks.
“Got the second key!” he said.
“Oh, come ON!” moaned Steve. The clock was still barely at 55:00.
“We should probably stay with the others. We’re going to be finished before you can even get up all the way,” you said, chuckling.
“That is where you’re wrong, lovely,” he said, taking your hand and putting it on his crotch for just a silent, tantalizing moment.
Yeah, he was harder than the SAT in Latin. Sadly, you wood would have to wait.
As you and Loki caught up with the rest of the team in the second room, Tony was having a hard time getting the key to work. “It’s stuck!”
“It’ll fit, just keep at it,” said Steve. “Jam it in harder if you have to!”
“That’s what you said last night!” giggled Bucky.
“We don't have time for this,” Tony growled.
“We literally have all the time for this,” you replied.
“Stand back! I will take care of this!”
You turned to the far corner of the room, where Thor stood posed with Mjolnir.
“Jesus Christ, why did you bring that in here?!” shrieked Tony.
“I’ll save us!” he hollered proudly, charging the locked door, his hammer poised to strike.
“NO!”“BROTHER, STOP!”“OH MY GAH--!!!”“WHAT THE FUUU---”
You woke up fifteen seconds later, strewn about the rubble, the room itself miraculously still standing in spite of the completely-blown-out inside. Loki was closer to his brother, holding him down while Tony smacked him repeatedly over the head with a chunk of table.
You looked next to you, where Sam Wilson was standing casually. You jumped a little at his seemingly sudden appearance at your side.
“Whoa! Sam, where did you come from?”
Sam frowned and looked at you with moderate disappointment, much how he looked every day. He just meant it today.
“I’ve always been here. All day. I was in the room this whole time and everything.”
The team went awkwardly silent.
Sam looked over at Cap, sadness in his eyes. “Et tu, Steve?”
Biting his lip, Steve said nothing. Bucky put his big metal hand firmly on Steve’s buttcheek, getting another piece of that hot, sweet American pie.
“Man, fuck you all,” said Sam, turning around and walking away with his middle fingers raised.
Later, after being permanently banned from every escape room in the state of New York, the team paid the owner of the Risk E Rat’s Pizza at the other end of the mall to close the place so that they could dine in peace. Nat enjoyed the sounds of pouting kindergarteners as they were told to leave. It harmonized well with the sounds of sirens down the way.
“What? There’s a Ms. Pac Man machine at the barbershop down by the Apple store, you ungrateful fucks!” said the crabby old owner. Nat made a note to get his number later.
Most of you sat around a table eating cheap, stale-crust pizza. Meanwhile, Stark was off showing Bucky how to feel up the Justine the Teen Dream animatronic’s breasts, seeing if it would make him straight again (it wouldn’t).
“So,” said Steve, his futile attempts to masticate his “pizza” failing him, so he just swallowed the gummy dough and moved on. Kiddie pizza is nasty. “So, this is awkward.”
“How are we gonna spin this one, guys? Green Guy wasn’t even with us this time,” said Tony as he and Bucky returned, Bucky looking confused and disoriented as he sat down next to Steve again.
“Fury is going to be…ugh…”
“What is it, dearest?” asked Loki as your train of thought left the station.
You shrugged as your mind struggled. “I had a word in my head but my brain dropped it. Fury is going to be…uh….what a synonym for being really, really angry? Fury will be that.”
You all stared at one another in silence, none of you sure what to say next.
Another minute of quiet.
“Well, what do we do now?”
Loki shrugged and looked directly into the imaginary POV camera your brain is using to picture this story right now as you read these words. “It’s up to the author to finish the story,” he said with a grin.
FUCK.
“...so, don’t just leave us sitting here!” protested Nat. “You’re the one literally putting words in our mouths!”
I’M BLITZED, GUYS. WHAT DO YOU EXPECT?
“Just cut to us getting back to the Tower or something,” said Steve.
I’M NOT THAT CHEAP, STEVE.
“So, what now?” you asked.
WELL, HOW DO YOUR USUAL WRITERS END AN ADVENTURE?
“With a massive all out battle!” Thor jumped onto the table, raising his hammer high.
I’M NOT DOING THAT. MY THAI FOOD’S ALMOST HERE.
“So, again I ask…now what?” you repeated.
The author paused for a moment before typing out her final commands.
OKAY, THOR, GO BACK TO THE ESCAPE ROOM AND APOLOGIZE FOR BLOWING UP THE STORE. THAT WAS RUDE.
Thor dropped his head and pouted. “Okay.” He sauntered off into the mall, toward the sounds of the sirens.
NOW BUCKY, GET YOUR HAND OFF STEVE’S BUTT AND THE TWO OF YOU GO PRETEND TO BE HETEROSEXUAL FOR THE DISNEY-PLUS RELEASE OF THIS EPISODE. WE CAN’T BE SCARING OFF THE SWEET CHINESE GOVERNMENT DOLLARS, NOW.
Bucky whimpered as he took his hand back. Steve winked and kissed his forehead before stepping back and punching him square in the shoulder. “Vaginas, amirite?”
“Hell yeah, vaginas!”
They walked off into the sunset dude-bro punching each others’ shoulders the whole way.
NAT, I KINDA FORGOT WHAT TO DO WITH YOU. SORRY. ERRR…HERE’S FIFTY BUCKS.
A fifty appeared in Nat’s hand. “Cool. I could buy a gun with this!” She walked out.
HEY TONY, CAN YOU NOT BE SUCH A TWATWAFFLE NEXT TIME? I’M RUNNING OUT OF FIC IDEAS THAT INCLUDE YOUR MAIN CHARACTER TRAIT NOT BEING A QUIP MACHINE.
Tony shrugged as he began to make his exit. “Hey, that’s all the MCU’s writers think I am, anyway. I’ll be off doing science somewhere.”
As Tony walked away, everyone left could hear him singing “I’m just a quip machine, and I don't work for nobody but youuuu…”
SO, NOW IT’S JUST YOU TWO.
“Hey,” said Loki cautiously.
“...yep,” you added.
“So, what commands do you have for us?” Loki asked.
I DON’T KNOW…GO HAVE WILD HOT MONKEY SEX SOMEWHERE.
“Okay!” you said cheerily, grabbing Loki’s hand impatiently dragging him toward the exit while he looked at the author with alarmed confusion. “But why do we have to include a monkey--?”
As the pair of you flew out of sight, the author looked around the Word document, and saw that it probably wasn’t all that great…but it was still more coherent than Finnegan’s Wake, so that surely counted for something.
So she closed the laptop.
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