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liz-allyn · 3 years

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shudder, part 3/6 [agent mobius x gn!reader]

You're undercover on a mission with the team, and Mobius' affinity for cowboy culture is making things unexpectedly difficult.

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Series Summary: Pre-Loki series. You are one of the most dangerous variants the TVA has ever recovered, but Mobius knows what makes you tick. Five times he made you shudder, and the one time you returned the favor.

Words: 1.6k

Chapter Warnings/Tags: Language, period/canon-typical gun violence, cowboy!Mobius (valid as a warning), mutual pining, flirting, fluffy and fun, at least one naughty thought.

A/N: let me know how you feel about longer chapters!

III.

The next time it happened, it was 1881, and you looked ridiculous.

Your clothes were too tight and the leather smelled like the cattle you were wearing was still alive. You didn’t get to pick your uniform for this mission, and since you were supposed to be deep undercover in an active timeline scenario where reset charges were not permitted, wearing a TVA-issued “Variant” jacket wasn’t going to work.

So now here you were, sweating your ass off in what would one-day become the Las Vegas desert, with your partner wearing a giant 10 gallon hat holding a revolver to your back. He definitely looked ridiculous, and you let him know that. But to be fair, it was almost... cute. Sort of.

Variant T-3051 was the target, this stagecoach robbery at gunpoint was the trap, a Skrull artifact locked in a safe was the bait. And you were technically also bait, disguised as the hapless hostage.

Mobius laid it on extra thick for this one; you were pretty sure he was enjoying himself.

“Easy does it, fellas,” he said in a honeyed voice. “Everyone move nice and slow.” With one hand on your shoulder and one hand on the gun trained on your back, he urged you forward with a gentle double-squeeze near your collarbone. It was a little secret communication between you two. “Keep your hands up where I can see ‘em, sweet thing.”

You struggled not to overtly roll your eyes as you lifted your hands slightly higher. You were 99% sure that Mobius had never held a revolver in his life and probably didn’t know how to fire one. The man’s idea of excitement is debating top historical time periods at lunch with you or fantasizing about jet skis. Or whatever he fantasizes about.

You glanced at the team around you, a mix of Minutemen led by B-15 - on a giant ass horse holding a rifle steady with only her eyes visible behind a black bandana, and a band of outlaw civilians who were T-minus 9 minutes from their destined massacre. The mission, simply, was that one of these people was not like the others.

U-91, also dressed as a Frontierland cast member, barked an order to hand over the chest or else. While he was monologuing on about whatever “else” was, you were scanning the group carefully waiting for the Skrull variant to reveal himself. Or you were, until—

“Hey,” you heard Mobius softly whisper behind you. You glanced to the side without turning around as he leaned closer to you. “Nice work infiltrating the gang.”

You could feel the heat of his breath on the side of your neck, and your stomach was doing something odd because of it.

“Okay,” you whispered back, trying not to move your lips. “Now is an inappropriate time to—”

“Where did you learn to ride a horse like that?” he exclaimed under his breath. “That was incredible.”

You weren’t sure if it was the anxiety of the situation, the harsh sun off the surrounding mountain range, or his praise that was making your skin flush.

“Um,” you softly replied, taken aback that he was actually impressed, “I mean- my aunt used to have this pony ride business. They’d do birthday parties—”

U-91 snapped at you, the talkative hostage, “Hey! I said shut up!”

Mobius reared back his grip on your shoulder and suddenly you crashed back into his chest. You cried out as he wrapped his arms like a vise around you.

“That’s right, I said shut your trap!” he hissed at you, playing to the audience around him.

It wasn’t often that he got to play the bad guy, but he gave it a valiant effort. You could feel the (hopefully) unloaded barrel against your back. He brought his other hand up to your throat, firmly squeezing, pulling a gasp from you.

He leaned into your body, pulling you tightly against him, as he dripped sugar-coated poison in your ear. “Not another peep outta you, ya hear?”

The first thought that sprang through your head was remembering your kink for authoritative bad boys.

Uh-oh, was the second, third, and fourth thought in your mind.

Your core was tight and you realized how heavily you were breathing when his grip loosened slightly from your throat, slipping down just a tad. You felt the warmth of his hand and resting on the skin of your chest. B-15 was already giving orders, but your brain wasn’t following the conversation anymore.

“Are you okay?” Mobius breathed in your ear. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You slowly exhaled the heat of your breath, shaking your head ‘no’ and ‘yes’ for some reason. You could feel your pulse thrumming in your neck and you knew he could feel it too.

“Did I scare you?” he asked, inquisitively. You could hear the edge of a grin in his voice.

Your brow furrowed. “What?”

“Did I scare you just now?” Your eyes darted back to the group of outlaws as B-15 began to round them up. You were definitely supposed to be paying attention to the mission, but all you could think about was how heavy his hand was on your chest. He could curl you into himself if he wanted to.

If he wanted to, and if you wanted him to, he could keep playing cowboy outlaws. He could steal you away from your bed in the middle of the night. Or maybe he could turn you in for a bounty and visit you while you’re locked in a jail cell, making you do favors for him in exchange for freedom…

Uh-oh.

He leaned in a little closer. You could feel the shadow of his lips at the nape of your neck. “I felt you shudder just now... Did you get scared?”

“No!” You replied, almost too loudly.

“Oh. Are you cold?”

“What? Why?”

“I mean, if you’re trembling and it’s not because you’re cold, and it’s not because you’re frightened, there must be some kind of reason, right?”

Your face was burning. You’re pretty sure it’s the sun. Heat stroke. You’re dying, probably, definitely, maybe.

You gritted your teeth. “Why. Are. We. Talking about this?!”

“It’s not me, is it?” he replied coolly, like taking a sip of bourbon and lemonade on a hot day. You could hear the smirk on his lips. “You’re not intimidated by me, are you?” His cast his eyes over your rosy cheek with a satisfied gaze. “Maybe I make you a little... nervous?”

“WHA’THUH HELL—?” A terrified twang rang out and you both were snatched out of the clouds. You looked up to see a green-faced cowboy, cow-Skrull? Skrull-boy? - hostile variant reach into the the side holster of one of his outlaw posse. As soon as the Skrull had his hands on his “partner’s” weapon, he shot his partner through the back, killing him (just a few minutes before his time).

Variant T-3051 was fast. As B-15 fired her rifle, he was already pulling another stunned outlaw in front of him as a shield. T-3051 raised his gun towards B-15 and fired towards her horse. The animal raised up on its hind legs, bucking her off.

“Take cover!” Mobius ordered, pulling you down with him, but there wasn’t much around.

T-3051 fired a shot blindly, striking U-91 in the arm. He dropped to the ground and crawled in a one-arm dash for cover.

In the chaotic confusion and fear, the other outlaws drew their weapons and began to fire on the TVA team and each other.

The horse that B-15 was riding began to trot off, trampling a fleeing outlaw. B-15 struggled to grab her weapon off of the ground, but T-3051’s boot dropped down on the rifle, pinning it beneath his foot. She looked up to see the barrel of T-3051’s gun pointed at her, sights trained.

You had already grabbed the single-action revolver out of Mobius’ hand. He reached for you, but you leapt out of hiding with his gun raised high.

You shot the gun out of the variant’s hand before he could fire. Stunned, T-3051 dropped backwards onto the ground as the other handful of living outlaws turned their attention towards you. With one hand rapidly pulling back the hammer as the other hand steadied your aim and squeezed the trigger, you knocked them down like bowling pins.

A few shots later and it was over. T-3051 attempted to crawl towards the stagecoach, but B-15 leapt on his back and collared him. With a push of the button, he was frozen in time.

“Target acquired,” she stated into a radio, winded from the skirmish.

Mobius jogged towards U-91 as he pulled himself to his feet. He deftly inspected the Minuteman’s injury. “U-91 is injured,” he reported into his own communications device. “Alert the infirmary. B-15?”

“All clear,” she nodded.

Mobius’ eyes searched the area frantically until they rested on you. You walked up to the safe as B-15 retrieved the alien artifact - a twisty, metallic, (oddly) phallic-shaped thing.

You snorted. “This is the bomb that could rip a planet in half?” you asked incredulously.

If you didn’t know any better, you thought you saw the tiniest smile on B-15’s lips. She radioed in, “Artifact is secure.”

Grinning with an amused chuckle, you glanced over and spotted Mobius gazing at you proudly, watching the sun rise and set in your smile. You felt your cheeks flush, dropping your eyes to the ground and biting your lip. God, this was bad. He could not look at you like that.

“Incredible,” you heard him breathe.

Part 4

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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Away. So, so far away.

"There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever".

Pairing/s: Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

There's 2 alternative endings, a "choose your own adventure" kind of thing.

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Warnings: angst. God, believe me, this is so fucking sad. Sorry about that. Some fluff, implied smut, Odin and Frigga's A+ parenting (/s). Thor being a little bitch. Reader not wanting kids.

Total word count: 16,3K (this was supposed to be an oneshot???)

Chapter word count: 4,6K

If you had to choose the best outcome from working with the Avengers (or, more specifically, under the economic decisions of Tony Stark), it had to be the hotels he chose for the team on the missions.

The rooms were always a bliss —you would’ve never gone to such fancy places if it were up to you. You didn’t think it was worth the money at all, and you didn’t fit into the overpriced lifestyle of those who loved the five-stars everything.

But your work was something you had to do, and, let’s say the comfortable beds, big bathrooms and incredibly talented chefs making your breakfast wasn’t something you had to work hard for you to enjoy.

And now, as your sore muscles ached and your fogged head went everywhere and anywhere, you thanked greatly to be able to be there that night. Peaceful. Tranquility washing over your back in the form of drops of water.

The mirror was covered with steam and a curtain blocked your way, but you still noticed the tall figure of Loki peeping in. You heard his clothes being dropped on the floor and you kept on putting soap over your shoulders, as if he wasn’t there. You were so, so tired, you didn’t even realize that the shower was a little bit too hot for your lover. It even was too hot for you, too.

“Damn”, he gasped as he flinched away from the water. You woke up from your daydreaming and immediately turned the cold water on. The mixture of them formed a perfectly tepid temperature you both could tolerate. You learnt the hard way Loki showered on such cold water your lips would turn blue. “You alright, dear?”, he asked from behind you.

“Yeah, a little tired, not more”.

“You need some rest, take the day off tomorrow, would you?”, he purred on your ear with his hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft massage. His hands moved up to your hair, and he soon began cleaning it himself. He loved to do that for you, and you loved to feel his long fingers caress your scalp, the soap running down your body, the shampoo smell staining his own skin and leaving the shower smelling the same.

“I have to finish this mission up”, you mumbled. “But once we’re back to the compound you bet we’re taking a day off together. You must be tired too”.

“Not that much, but I can’t deny a day off with you”, you felt him smile, even though you weren’t facing him. You knew how and when he smiled; you memorized the curve of his lips and every situation it would curve. His smile did things to you. “You know I don’t get tired off of these things”.

“Yeah, it’s almost like you’re a God or something”.

You both laughed softly. He gently pulled your head back and cleaned off the shampoo. He kissed your temples, all the way down to the nape of your neck, and kept kissing each protuberance of the spine, bone by bone, as if missing one would make it feel left out. As if every inch of you, every single bit of you, deserved the same praise and the same love —it did. He made sure you knew that.

“It’ll be all over soon”, he promised in a whisper. You sighed.

“Don’t worry, my love. It will pay off”, you assured him. You turned around to face his furrowed brows. Standing in your tiptoes, you reached his forehead and planted a kiss where his frown disappeared as if by magic. “Now it’s my turn to wash your hair”. He smiled and kneeled before you, so you could reach his head.

You shampooed and conditioned his hair slowly and silently. He closed his eyes, not letting you know he was overthinking about everything he was making you do, and how much he appreciated you doing it.

“You know…”, he murmured, his deep voice almost getting mistaken by a groan if it weren’t for the clearly spoken words, “we could stop all of this, if you see it… surpassing your limitations”.

He opened his eyes and raised his head to meet yours. Those puppy eyes of his. You scoffed.

“Limitations?”, you cocked an eyebrow and smirked teasingly.

He laughed and rolled his eyes.

“You know you’re a weakie”, he said jokingly, emphasizing on how bad that word described you at his gaze. “Now, seriously. I’m aware it’s a lot. A lot, lot”.

“Love, you don’t have to keep worrying about it. I accepted because I love you so, so much. Some even could say too much”, you caressed the back of his head and sank your fingers in between the curled strands. “I may not agree with it ideologically, but I can make a little sacrifice if that means being with you for the rest of my life. And, for the record, it’s not as much as you think”.

He didn’t say anything else to that. He simply smiled again, pressed lips in the tiniest curve, as if repressing it would make it last longer, and let you wash the conditioner off him.

You could do very well with a day off, though. Between the missions that seemed to never stop and only get worse week by week, and the infinite amount of trials you had to go through by the Asgardian royals, you thought you may pass out any time soon.

The trials… ah, the weirdest thing you’ve ever had to do in your life. And that was not little to say, for you had fought freaking aliens and helped supersoldier’s wounds to heal in a matter of seconds with Stark’s subdermic nanotech.

Loki had a possibility, a chance to have everything he ever wanted to have, and he could’ve taken it. They said ‘you can have the throne now’, as if it had always been that easy, and he didn’t take it right away, as if it hadn’t been the thing he most wanted.

“The thing I most want, little darling, is you”, he told you when he explained what had happened.

And you swore he was about to propose —he almost took off a damn ring off his pocket. But he didn’t, and instead, he related carefully and detailedly what had to happen before he could marry you, if he were to get the throne. You had to show your in-laws you were a good companion for the King.

And that sucked. Why did it matter so much? You loved him and he loved you, and he was going to be a great King. That was all that mattered for both of you. But the conditions were very clear, and had no room for argument. And you wouldn’t let Loki give up his unfulfilled wish to rule the realms, nor would he give it up now that he had the chance.

So there you were, balancing between the missions and the trials. Which were very sexist, in fact. Who would’ve thought royals and Gods would be so conservative? You laughed. They varied between many housekeeping duties, archery, Asgard’s history, a lot of politics, the cooking and baking of different Asgardian treats, and a lot of those idiotic kind of trainings of putting books over your head and walking in heels. They said they had to transform an avenger into royalty, and you almost laughed in their face. Loki did.

It was impossible you'd ever actually become who they wanted you to change into. A submissive and silent companion, not possessing any other ability than smiling politely and attending your husband's needs? You were so incredibly far from even being like that, that not even Strange could see a reality in where you'd do it.

But you could pretend. You passed the first dozen trials, and passed them well. Odin had started growing a certain liking to your attitude, much unlike Frigga, who was increasingly repulsed by it. She was trying her best in transforming you, a lost cause in her eyes, into whatever she found fitting to accompany her younger son.

"Your mother's idea of a 'good' partner is very different from mine", you said over a glass of wine, waiting for dinner to finish cooking. Loki was sitting over the counter reading a book. He closed it over his lap and marked the page with a wooden spoon that was on handy.

"Mine too", he sighed. "She doesn't see that you already are perfect".

"I don't think she'd see me with your eyes".

"You must remember she was raised to be the princess that would someday marry Odin. She has no other view of marriage than… changing the true self. Much as she taught me shapeshifting, we have all learnt different ways to hide underneath a veil of lies and deceiving".

You took in his sincere words and went back to silence for a while. He didn't go back to his book, instead, he looked at you. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, but asking felt like an intrusion of some sort. You looked back at him, an invitation to ask. He then asked,

"How do you feel about it?".

You nodded with no reason to nod. Pressed your lips in a line, a smile that wouldn't form just yet. Not for this.

"I sincerely don't know", you finally said. He hummed. "I love you, that's all I know. My perception of marriage doesn't mean giving everything and everyone up. But again, in my perception of marriage I never thought I would actually marry a prince. I know this is how it is. I know this is what has to be done".

"It doesn't", he jumped off the counter and surrounded your waist with his arms, resting his head on your shoulder. "Love, this can be solved. I don't want you to resign everything and everyone. This is not how it has to go if you don't like it. Say the word. Say the word and…", he sighed.

"And you'll resign your everything and everyone?", you chuckled.

"You're my everything and everyone, I wouldn't be resigning anything I don't already have".

"Liar. You want this", you said almost in a whisper. Turning around to face him, you cupped his face and kissed his chin. "You can have it. I'm sorry, I don't want you to feel guilty".

"I have reasons to feel that way".

"I'm just being dramatic".

"You're not".

"I really am", you assured him. Love sometimes was protecting him from your thoughts. Love sometimes was waking up from a nightmare where he died and not telling him about it. Love sometimes was not worrying him and lying. Or was it? Were you protecting him or were you creating a demon? "This is your big chance. Do I have a big chance here? I don't. My big chance so far has been being by your side. You make me blindly happy. I don't care if I have to change some things to please your parents, we both know I wouldn't actually change. We can see underneath the acting. You know me".

"I know you enough…", he started saying, with no need to finish it. I know you enough to know you don't want this.

"Let's have dinner", you smiled, and he kissed your forehead.

Love sometimes was accepting, he thought. Accepting you didn't want to talk about it that much. Love sometimes was sharing time. Sharing that glass of wine while sharing moments in the kitchen. Sharing the dinner you cooked together. Sharing time. Sharing. And this… Loki knew he wasn't sharing. He was taking his chance and making you go through it without you wanting it. But you shared —your life, your motivations, your fears, most of your thoughts. And you shared your thoughts about it, yet he could sense that wasn't all. You were keeping some worries to yourself, and that was what preoccupied him the most.

In the training room, you avoided Thor’s blasts and threw your daggers, trying to practice over the little things the Queen had taught you. Loki observed from afar, not wanting to distract you. He stared proudly, knowing who he was going to marry. It was not bad at all.

You had started liking that part of the training. You catched interest for Asgard’s history, politics, and the trainings of archery and dagger-fighting. You grew fonder of the idea of living in his Palace, and, to him, nothing sounded better than you calling him my King in front of everyone. But, whatever would come for the future, would come brightly.

You weren’t closer with Thor than with any other Avenger. And you weren’t exactly friends with anyone. You got along pretty well. Tony Stark liked your fierce personality, and laughed at the contrast between your bitterness in the field to your kind essence in any other situation.

Steve Rogers constantly pointed out how hilarious it was that someone like you would end up with someone like Loki. Both took it personal —Loki thought it was an offence to him, “how could someone as caring and sweet as you end up with that mass murderer”. You thought it was an offence to you, “how could someone as dull and incompetent as you end up with a literal God”.

Natasha Romanoff… She didn’t talk much. But, unlike James, she didn’t even try to communicate. James was interesting, and you were sure you would call him a friend, someday. He wasn’t very talkative, but he was always there. Always laughed at your jokes. He memorized your coffee order. He liked the same shows you did and watched them with you, in silence. He was quiet, but his actions spoke to you much more than any other Avenger. Although, James “Bucky” Barnes, was not an Avenger. Much like Loki. He was just there, he was always helping.

“How are the trials?”, asked Thor, avoiding one of your daggers without much effort. You weren’t actually good at it. Thor had learnt to avoid them for the last thousand years.

“I have a week left, and then it’s done. I think I’m doing pretty good”, you said, hiding your exhaustion. Thor was barely moving and you couldn’t catch up to him as much as you tried. He laughed when you fell, and helped you up, only to blast you again with a tiny electric wave, that at that point you felt no more than a tingling sensation.

“My son”, heard Loki from behind him. He turned around and made a small reverence to her. She smiled and stood by his side, observing you too. “I see their determination”.

“Nothing better for a King’s companion, yes?”, he said, proud dripping off his words. Frigga rolled her eyes and nodded. She wasn’t amused that Loki, from all the choices he had, had chosen a dull midgardian to follow him for less than a century. And then he’d had to choose again. Hopefully, someone who would live longer than a damn heartbeat.

“We ought to have a little talk, boy”, she finally said, and Loki’s heart tightened with nervousness. Very few people managed to get him that nervous over a couple of words. “Join me to a more… private space”.

They walked in silence until his room seemed like the best option. Room was a formal way to call it, for it was huge as an apartment. You both had managed to make a standardized-looking studio apartment into a cozy space, decorated with care and dedication. It was obvious Loki’s good taste and your inherent warmth had a big role on the decorations.

Frigga roamed around the room, observing the hung pictures and passing a finger through the white Christmas lights. She stopped at a particular photograph of Loki and you ice skating. He was carrying you as if you were a feather-weight doll, your seemingly cold hands wrapping his blue neck. Frigga stared at the actions developing at that moment. Under your cold touch, he was half transformed in his Jötun form, completely comfortable. You looked at his eyes with a glimmer that Frigga knew it to be the same Loki looked at you with. You were both laughing, and he seemed to have carried you up bridal style only to tease you into throwing you into a snow pile.

“Mother?”, Loki pulled her off of her thoughts. She turned around. “You wished to talk about something”.

“You seem… in love”, she murmured under a confusing expression. Despite Loki’s perceptiveness, he couldn’t figure out if his mother was repressing a smile or holding back a frown of sadness. Perhaps both.

“I am, mother”, he admitted, appearing a mug of tea in her hand and inviting her to sit on one of the couches. “If I must be sincere with you, as I always have been, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way for anyone”.

“For a mortal, Loki…”, she sighed and sipped her tea. “You know what will happen now. You’re so… attached”.

“As attached as you are to Father, not as one is to a puppy pet”, he clarified.

“But much more like a puppy pet, they’ll live less than a quarter of your life. Much less. In fact, you’ll blink twice and you’ll be by an empty space on your bed, my dear”.

“I certainly hope you’re getting to a point here”, he scoffed. He’s had this conversation countless times before, and his mother never gave in.

“There is this last thing in the trials…”, she said, raising her eyebrows and getting up to pace around the room once again, barely watching over the decens of good moments in pictures you had displayed on the wall. “One thing that has to be surely not optional”.

Loki sipped on his own tea, looking out the window. He watched the spider boy try the man of iron’s flying boots and crush against a window. It was a much better thing to have his mind on, than in what his mother had just implied.

He didn’t realize it, but a few tears formed in the corners of his eyes, and he had to swallow harder to speak his mind. The implication alone of what that meant… he knew all of this would crumble under his touch. Sooner or later, he would have to make a choice, and he’d choose the wrong thing.

Both options were the wrong thing. There was no way out. There was no right path to follow.

“There has to be a way out of this question. Of this decision”, he hurried. His mother chuckled.

“Given your reaction, son, it doesn’t sound like there’s much to decide. It’s an answered question, and we all know it”.

“Yet you thought it wise to pull them through all of these trials, all of these…”, his lips trembled, and he had to stop to take a breath. “To rouse us with the illusion of the better life we always dreamed of?”.

“I had warned you about it, Loki. There is no us in your daydream for the throne. And much less with a short-lived being such as a midgardian. I had warned you”, she repeated, and rage boiled on Loki’s veins.

“Why is it that everytime I get a glimpse of what a good future could look like, it gets destroyed before it arrives?!”, he lost his temper, raising his voice. The tea fell to the carpeted floor and he didn’t even look at it. Frigga didn’t flinch, and walked closer to him. She gave him an arm-length grab on his shoulders that was supposed to calm him down.

“Hush, little boy… this is for…”, she tried to soothe the wound she opened, but he interrupted her before she could say anything else.

“For my own good? Were you going to say that, Frigga?”, he hissed. His mother dropped the arms. She didn’t like when he called her by name. It implied things he had implied before, and were no less true than what he felt like. Apart. Away. “And must I remind you I’m not a little boy you need to protect and make decisions for? This is ridiculous. I’m given, once again, the illusion of the choice”.

“Oh, Loki, when have I ever given you a golden apple you couldn’t actually reach?”, she folded her arms, furrowing her brows. “I’ve taught you magic so you could be unstoppable. I’ve raised you equally, despite your roots. I’ve…”, she enlisted, and Loki’s chest hurt so tightly he thought he’d finally die. He couldn’t speak. “I’ve left everything to your reach. Your arm just wasn’t long enough. You could’ve stretched it further, yet you decided to go for another apple, and that, my son, is not our fault”.

Loki sat on the floor, and she stayed standing. The height difference that would always make her look up at him was now gone, dissolved as the confidence Loki had gathered in the past few years he’s been living in Midgard, away from all of those words. Away from what he considered at some point, the truth. And you weren’t there to hug him and squeeze the lies away —it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, it wasn’t true, he repeated himself like a machine. It wasn’t true, although it felt so much like it.

“Loki? You haven’t said a word in…”, she began saying, rotting her patience of steel.

“What would you like me to say?”, he asked, blinking some tears away. He got up, not letting her see how much smaller he felt now. Words are just words. “Perhaps you could facilitate me with a script, so I would never wrong my path again, yes?”, he spat sarcastically.

“Oh, son. You musn’t…”.

“Take this personally, I’m aware. Now, if you excuse me, my beloved will come from training any time soon now, and it would be very unpleasant for you to come across them and have to greet them, right? So I’d suggest we wrap up our little chat and you go… Queen around”.

“Now, you’re being just rude. I wouldn’t wish you to fail in anything”.

“I’ve never said that. You said that I’m just too… incompetent to reach, the apples, was it? Were you talking about Iduna’s or was it a metaphor for all the things you’ve taken from me?”.

“You’re putting words in my mouth”.

“You’re right. You’ve never taken anything from me. You’ve never given them in the first place. You’ve only put them near, so I could want them enough, and then give them to your real son”.

“You’re my son, too. You’re a real son, too, Loki”, she extended her palms for him to grab, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned around.

“Excuse me. I must have misunderstood”.

“You certainly did”.

“Perhaps it’s because I live in a world of illusions, and I’m forgetting what’s real and what’s not”.

She nodded, hiding impatience. Without saying another word, she teleported away, disappearing behind a veil of yellow lights, like a flame surrounding and consuming her.

Loki dropped to the floor again, and inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled, inhaled…

“Love?”, you asked, dropping your water bottle on the table without unlocking your eyes from him. You kneeled next to him immediately. “Love, what’s happening? Are you bad?”.

If he wasn’t in such a state, he would’ve laughed at the comparison of what caring for the other meant in your eyes and his family’s.

He didn’t let you see his face —torn apart, wet with cold tears that solidified to the touch of his skin, the blue form that couldn’t hide when he was too upset, or too broken, like he was right then.

He sank in your arms, hugging you as tightly as he allowed himself to. Grasping for your touch, for you to never leave him, for your soul to never leave your body and stay with him for the rest of his life.

His mother was right, he thought. He was all she said he was, and that hurt him. But it stung him even more when he knew how right she was about his short-lived being beloved. He was going to pull away from your hug and you would take a few more breaths, and that was it. And your worried face, frowning your expression as you couldn’t see what had taken over his lover this time, would become cold as marble.

“Please, please—I can’t live without you, not like this—not anymore”, he sobbed over your neck, sinking deeper into the embrace you would oh so tightly hold and hold —you wouldn’t let him go, not ever, not if you had the chance to. And Loki knew you would actually do it. He’d lose you because you would never agree to that, and with good reason.

“You don’t have to, I’m not leaving. I’m here, Loki. I’m here, love, and you’re alright. Deep breaths, breathe with me, love, come, breathe with me”, you helped him calm down, rubbing big circles on his back, your palms open and warm trying to cover the immensity of him compared to you.

There wasn’t a single moment where he could forget how fragile you were. How different your life span was compared to his —he wanted to give you all of his enormity, all of the years that wore too big on his bland and heavy life.

He couldn’t keep you by his side forever.

He could, on the other hand, keep you as far as he could manage to.

He was already stable, now. You cuddled him on the couch, weighted blanket surrounding his body, a few ice cubes inside a bag for his forehead and neck —you knew it would always make him feel less pushed, keeping his Aesir form costed an extra amount of energy he sometimes couldn’t handle to bare— and your hand kept brushing his hair, braiding it, letting him know he was safe.

He opened his eyes and there you were —an angel, a healer caring for his wounds. He sighed at your sight, and embarrassed himself for even thinking about it. No, no. Of course he would choose you. He would never choose the throne if he had to give you up. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

He raised a hand to cup your cheek.

“I’m sorry”, he whispered.

“Don’t be”, you assured.

“I… I have to ask”.

“Tell me”.

And so he asked,

“Would you, ever, at any given point of your life, want to have a child with me?”.

You stayed silent. You looked at him, every bit of his face, every expression that would tell you what he was actually thinking about. Why was he asking this now? After all of this? He knew the answer, why would he bring it up again?

And then it hit you.

“Your Mother was here”, you lowered your gaze. Your legs started bouncing.

“She was”.

“This is a condition”.

“It is”.

“Heir”.

“Not more and not less”.

“What will we do?”, you asked, raising your eyebrows. As you looked for Loki’s eyes to be wet, to have any emotion of regret, they weren’t. He was hiding them very well.

“We will stay here. No more trials. No more boring royal things for you to learn”.

“This can’t be possible”, you frowned in concern. “Loki, this is the thing you most want. You can’t give it up for this”.

“For what? For being with the love of my life? I certainly can and will”, he smiled. It was a sad smile, you noticed. His eyes couldn’t hide what his lips tried to. He noticed you didn’t believe him. “We’ve talked about this over and over. I will bargain more. But as for now, I can see the most likely option will be this one. I propose we get comfortable. You once talked about a house by the mountains and cats, right?”.

“Don’t change the topic, mister”, you frowned and he laughed. You hugged him tightly, and murmured in his ear “are you sure you want this?”.

“So, so sure, my little darling”.

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blackypanther9 · 3 years

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Part 59 - Something is wrong...

"We did it...We got the second book, Loki !", you cheered.

Loki smiled in triumph. Then the smile disappeared.

"Where are we ?", he asked in confusion.

You also looked around. Your eyes soon widened.

"Oh no...", you whispered. _________________________________________

WARNING!: Mentions of Blood, Organs, Deaths, Body parts, Abuse + Dark!Cursed!Asgard!!!! You have been warned ! Enjoy.

Loki looked at you.

"What is it ? Where are we ?", he asked you confused.

"We aren't in OUR timeline. Why did it take us here ?", you asked yourself.

"It is YOUR Magic ! I don't know !"

You turned to him and glared at him.

"My Magic isn't under my control ! It is free and not caged like you cage yours ! It brings me to places that are in danger ! Something is wrong here !", you yelled angered at him.

Loki looked at you in shock and worry.

"Then where are we and what is wrong ?", he asked.

"I don't know ! I know the timeline tho. And you won't like it...", you warned him.

"Try me."

"We are in the cursed timeline. The one I told Laufey and you about with Loki and Thor fighting and the spell that went wrong. We are in a cave and we need to get out of here and that FAST."

Loki paled at that. The cursed timeline ?

'Oh shit...', was all Loki thought.

SLAP !

Loki stared at space.

"Loki ! There is no time to have another blackout ! We have to find Cursed - Loki ! Only he can help us. Maybe he has a trick for you too. A clue why we are here. SOMETHING. We aren't here without a reason !"

Loki turned his head to you and stared at you, then touched his slapped cheek.

"Did you just slap me ?", he asked in a daze.

You huffed.

"I did and now follow me. We aren't safe in here and I can't teleport for another few hours. My energy was low already in that cave. It damaged me and my Magic. I need time to regain everything."

"That cave we were in...Did it block most of your Magic ?"

"It did. I ripped the last little pieces from deep inside me and now I almost am dead."

"Why didn't you tell me ?! I could have helped !"

"Your sacrifice of your own blood was already draining you too much. I could have killed you, by using your Magic to aid mine. Blood is very important or else it will not work.", you answered simply.

You held his hand and dragged him behind you, searching for the exit. _________________________________________

You were outside of the cave and ran with Loki behind you, as fast as you two could, straight. Soon you reached a path, drunk with blood and decorated with organs. Loki stared at the path in horror.

"Can we NOT go that path ?", Loki whispered at you in fear.

"We have to. It will bring us to Cursed - Loki and we can plan. Something IS wrong and he probably has the answers."

Loki whimpered at that horror - path, but followed you. Soon you reached the Palace of Asgard. It was terrifying. It was black and every single spark of gold looked like it was washed away.

The closer you both got, the more he saw some damaged walls and blood smeared on them. When he looked up, he wished he didn't.

Why ?

Above him hung body parts, organs and other disgusting things.

You poked his side and he snapped his head at you.

"Look at me and in front of you, never anywhere else. Remember that it is just kind of a bad dream, Loki.", you told him softly.

Loki was beyond spooked. He nodded and tried his best to listen to your advice. Keyword: Tried. Loki failed, too scared that something will jump on him. He felt stalked. Like someone was watching you both. He was beyond scared.

"Dest...Someone is watching. I feel eyes on me...", he whispered shakily.

"Thor probably. We are almost there, Loki. Stay near me."

Loki nodded and took your hand.

You led him into the Palace and Loki looked even more terrified. More blood, more organs, body parts and also corpses. All his people. He was ready to faint any second. You pulled him after you harsher, faster walking too.

"What is it ?", Loki whispered.

"We don't have much time left. The clock will soon chime and then Cursed - Loki will awaken, like the rest. Thor is mostly awake and still asleep. Cursed - Loki can talk into Cursed - Thor's head that he imagined that, if we reach his room now. Before the clock chimes."

"In other words...we have to hurry."

"Exactly."

The two of you speed - walked into a room soon and you slammed the door. You looked at Loki.

"Stay here. I will look for Cursed - Loki.", you told him.

Loki nodded and looked around nervously. You left him and went into the bedroom, looking at the bed. Cursed - Loki was still there and asleep, but he looked really bad.

Loki yelped as the clock chimed darkly.

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(Whatever you chose for a sound the last time.)

You went to Cursed - Loki's bedside and knelt down, waiting for him to awaken. You ran your fingers through his blood - crusted hair. Soon he awoke and sat up slowly. He 'looked' around and then at you.

".....Destiny ?", he asked.

You smiled.

"It's been a while, hasn't it ? How are you my friend ?", you asked him.

"It has been a little while, yes. I am well, but....what are you doing here ?", he asked worried.

"Well, I do not know. My Magic brought us here. Something must be wrong here. Otherwise we wouldn't be here."

"We ?"

"Loki and me. We are hunting books down, to safe his and my timeline. Odin...he tempered with us all and will kill us all, if I do not do anything."

Cursed - Loki then stiffened.

"Thor is coming. You need to hide. NOW.", he told you.

You jumped up and ran into the sitting room of Cursed - Loki's. You grabbed Loki's hand and pulled him into the secret, hidden room.

"Be silent. Cursed - Thor is coming. Cursed - Loki warned me. Do not make even one peep.", you warned.

Loki nodded, afraid of talking right now.

You both jumped as the door flew open with great force to Cursed - Loki's chambers.

"LOKI !!! Where is the food !!!", Cursed - Thor's voice yelled loudly.

"Well, Good Morning to you too, Thor. What food ? I didn't see anyone alive entering my chambers.", Cursed - Loki's voice replied.

"I saw !"

"I would have seen that first. Maybe you still dreamed ? You just woke up, Brother. Your unsatisfied hunger is getting to you.", Cursed - Loki suggested.

"I...I guess you are right...But I will keep my eyes on you. If I catch you with anyone living I will beat you up again. Got it ?", Cursed - Thor threatened in a growling voice.

"Yes Thor. I get it.", Cursed - Loki answered bored.

You could hear the eye roll in Cursed - Loki's voice. You smirked at that.

Cursed - Thor huffed and then slammed the door of his chambers. You and Loki heard footsteps. Then the door opened softly and after a few minutes the door closed again. Then the footsteps got distant and after mere 15 minutes they returned.

"You can come out. He is gone. You two are safe.", Cursed - Loki said softly.

You opened the door and Loki followed you out of the room. Soon you were in Cursed - Loki's bedroom and sat all down on his bed. Then Loki looked up and at him. He paled and then fainted.

"Oh dear. Is he dead ?", Cursed - Loki asked worried.

"Nah. He just fainted in shock. He never saw anything like you before."

Cursed - Loki hummed.

"A first time thing, huh ?", he asked.

"Yes. Just for the books."

"What book do you search ?"

"The Magical book of Life."

Cursed - Loki hummed in thoughts and was quiet for some time.

"Never heard of it...", he then answered.

"I thought so. What happened ? Something is wrong and I want to hear, what exactly it could be."

Cursed - Loki 'looked' at you and then sighed.

"Odin...he...he hid the book for so long...Everything is getting even worse."

"Where is the book ? Did you find it ?"

"Yes. And Odin is planning to burn it down in a week. He knows that I try to get my fingers on it and because of his crazed out mind already, he doesn't want me to fix my mistake. Mother...she attacked me yesterday and abused me too."

"Oh god, Loki...."

"I know she didn't mean to, but still it was painful. She lost the rest of her humanity too. I am the only one left and because I still fight and act out of character, they don't accept me and try to make me succumb."

"That is not everything that is wrong, right ?", you pressed.

Cursed - Loki shook his head and sighed again.

"No. I am changing too. I lose myself some times now too. I won't last long anymore. Maybe 2 months and then I am gone. Destiny...I need help. I can't do this alone."

You looked at him with worry until realization dawned on you.

"You called me for help. You are desperate and called me. My Magic then brought me here. That is also why and how we came here."

"Maybe. Sadly I did so without knowing and also in a bad time. You already have a lot of things to do."

You smiled at him a sad smile.

"Loki, I am always busy. Every Dimension, Timeline, Existence and Realm busy me. And I have to keep it all going. Not easy, but I manage. So do not blame yourself for calling for me, because I was busy. I always am. And I love to help. That is the only way to survive for me."

Cursed - Loki smiled also at you then. It was terrible, because of all the torn and burned flesh, decorated with scratches and blood, but you knew that if Cursed - Loki wouldn't look so terrible, it would be a thankful, cute smile.

You smiled back and rubbed his damaged left cheek.

"Do not worry. We will fix this. And my Loki will help us."

"Sounds good to me."

He nuzzled your hand and held it with his right hand, softly to not hurt you with his claws.

"Thank you, Destiny.", he murmured.

You smiled at him.

"Always."

Part 60

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#Marvel #Thor #Loki Odinson #Loki Laufeyson #Loki x Reader

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fanficshiddles · 4 years

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Suspicions, one shot

Thanks for the prompt, anactualfuckup I hope you like it. I didn’t feel like smut was right for this, so I hope that’s ok!

Loki or tom has been dating this little for a while but he doesn’t know but he has suspicions. He comes home to see her totally in little space and she freaks out but hes a perfect daddy. Lil bit of smut but nothing too intense please

Tom went around to see his girlfriend, Holly, one afternoon. To surprise her after being at an interview. She hadn’t been expecting to see him that day, because he’d thought originally it was going to take longer.

Holly had given him a key to her apartment a few weeks ago, he’d been over the moon that she trusted him that much and wanted the next step.

He used his key to get in and quietly shut the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes and shrugged his jacket off, placing it on the hanger next to Holly’s. He then went to seek her out, finding her in her bedroom.

His heart completely melted as he stopped in the doorway, he was slightly surprised too. She was sitting crossed legged on the floor with a colouring book. She had some cartoons on in the background, though that wasn’t new as he knew she enjoyed cartoons and Disney.

Though Tom had his suspicions about her being a little, seeing her with a kids colouring book was really starting to confirm them. Also, he noted she seemed a bit different to normal.

‘Hello, darling.’ He said softly with a smile.

Holly’s eyes widened as she saw him, surprised as she hadn’t heard him coming in. She looked really sheepish, like a doe caught in the headlights.

She scrambled up to her feet and ran to her bed, diving under the covers for safety. Tom raised an eyebrow and crossed the room to her bed. He sat down on the edge of it, Holly felt the bed dipping slightly at where he was.

‘Holly, love. Come and speak to me.’ He said as he reached out and put his hand on her, or more the lump that he could see under the blanket.

‘I… I… can’t.’ She squeaked, sounding different… sounding little.

‘Come on, little one. Be a good girl and come out to speak to me… Please.’ He said with just the right tone of firmness but not too scary either.

He then lifted the blanket up and saw her peeping out at him.

‘It’s me, sweetheart. Come on.’ He smiled.

She looked really shy as she emerged from under the blanket. Crossing her legs she looked down at her lap and fiddled with her hands.

Tom reached out and gently gripped her chin, raising her head up so she was to look at him.

‘Why are you so shy, sweetheart?’ He asked.

She blushed and tried to look away, but Tom wouldn’t let her.

‘I… I’ve never… shown this side of me before.’ She said really quietly.

Holly was mortified that Tom had walked in on her like this, it was worse than if he’d walked in on her naked and masturbating. It certainly felt more intimate, that was for sure.

She was trying to come out of little space, to get her head on properly. But she was struggling, she’d had a rough morning at work and had desperately needed some little time to relax and unwind.

Tom leaned back a bit and patted his thigh. ‘Come here, baby girl. I want to let you in on a secret.’

She bit her lower lip nervously, but crawled onto his lap. She let out a deep breath and relaxed into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around her and cradled her head into the crook of his neck. He slipped his hand underneath her top and started rubbing her back gently, making her melt. She felt herself slipping further into little space.

‘I’ve had my suspicions about you being a little… Ever since I met you.’ He said softly.

‘Really?’ She squeaked, looking up at him with wide eyes.

‘Really really.’ Tom nodded. ‘I’ve been desperate to ask you, but there was a little doubt in my mind in-case I was just hoping that you were a little.’

Holly didn’t know what to say, her mouth was open in slight shock. After a moment, she did manage to get her brain to function again.

‘Hoping?’

Tom nodded and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. ‘Yes, hoping. Because I would love nothing more than to be your Daddy.’

Her eyes widened again and she squirmed a little. She’d never had a Daddy before, not properly anyway. Though she had always dreamed about Tom being her Daddy from the day she’d met him, he was so caring and sweet, she thought he would be perfect.

She didn’t know what to say, so just hid her face into his neck. Making Tom laugh.

Tom spent the afternoon looking after her, getting to know her little side. He chased her around the house playfully and cuddled with her on the sofa watching more cartoons. She was very clingy as a little, but he loved that.

In the evening she was sitting on his lap, facing him as she hugged into him. Tom was just slowly stroking her hair as she got sleepier and sleepier. When she fell asleep, he carefully stood up and carried her upstairs to bed.

He undressed her and put on her night gown, then got himself ready and snuggled in next to her. He held her closely and kissed her head.

‘Sleep well, little one. I love you.’ He whispered.

‘Love you too, Daddy.’ She whispered back sleepily, just before falling asleep again.

Tom felt his heart soar at her words, and he fell asleep with a big smile of his own.

In the morning, Holly felt utterly embarrassed about Tom finding her in little space the previous day.

‘Good morning, baby girl.’ Tom purred and nuzzled her cheek when he woke.

‘Oh god… Tom, I… I’m sorry about yesterday.’ She said shyly, but Tom gathered her hands up and looked at her intently.

‘No, no, darling. Do not apologise. I love you, Holly. Every part of you. And I want to be able to help your little side flourish, if you’ll allow me to.’ His words really hit home for Holly, making her entire body melt completely.

‘Really? You… You aren’t freaked out about it?’

Tom shook his head. ‘Not at all, on the contrary, I adore your little.’ He smiled widely.

Holly felt so relieved, so happy… She was finally going to be able to be herself, completely, with Tom. The one she loved. And the one that loved her back.

She jumped him, unable to contain herself. Tom laughed and rolled onto his back as he put his arms around her, holding her on top of him.

‘You’re so amazing, I don’t deserve you.’ She smiled and kissed him.

‘It’s the other way around, darling. You’re the amazing one. And thank you for sharing all of you with me… even if you hadn’t exactly planned to tell me yesterday.’ He chuckled over her lips.

‘I don’t think I could’ve hidden her for much longer.’ Holly admitted as she slid her fingers through Tom’s hair.

‘Well, I’m certainly glad she came out of hiding.’ Tom purred, stroking her back.

She made herself comfortable on top of him and pressed her cheek down on his chest.

‘Me too.’ She smiled, feeling extremely happy and safe within his arms.

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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 5 years

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Dream A Little Dream of Me

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: *inhales* my death by some of you

Word Count: You know those winter rains? When it trickles and the air suddenly is all chilly, giving you goosebumps before pushing you inside your duvets so you can keep yourself warm? And the same weather is all gloomy and kinda makes you wonder what the fuck are you doing? Yeah, that kinda weather is what I am experiencing right this moment. Other than that I had quite a fun day! :D I know. Surprising. But I liked it. Not to mention I’m driving (without any judgy eyes hovering beside me) these days which feels quite therapeutic, though not when the car shuts off in the middle of the road because your best friend appreciated your driving saying she didn’t wanna jinx it. *shrugs* And to think I was scared of driving. My dad always laughs with delight when I come back home because I had this freaking HUGE grin smacked on my face ‘because I drove!’ :D

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

It was a dream.

He knew it was a dream. Which was why he was a little irritated on the inside that it was not real.

That your being- alluring in the afternoon sun with the purest smile on your face as you watched him with your head supported by your palms- lay on your stomach in his bed over the mess of sheets.

He was trying to be enraged at the thought of your smell- a hint of citrus with soothing sweet floral tones- not being real. But the sensation of breathing you in seemed too real. How?!

"Loki?" You tilted your head in question, your eyes looking at him, calling him to you. Why you are worse than witches! He stirred at your voice, leaning closer to you, hesitant in bringing himself forward for he might come too close to the sun and make himself blind; to force you to disappear; to break this fantasy if he did something you didn't like.

And yet, you stayed there, turning onto your stomach as he shifted on his elbow to come and let his face hover over yours.

Ah, Valhalla! Even his home did not shine with such allure in the light of the stars as did your eyes. The flowers in the royal garden didn't have as much grace and lusciousness as your lips. No touch-me-not had the sensitivity to his touch as you- when his fingers brushed off those mischievous strands of your hair which tried to hide you from his gaze.

Your skin smooth, shuddering with a delicious shiver under his touch seemed to crave more of him, your hand moving those silky raven strands away so you could see the sun hit his smaragdines- a brilliant pool of green in an ocean that had seen lifetimes and yet this was the one that mattered. The only one that mattered.

The shiver and sparkles than ran through him on the touch of your fingers as they traced a path behind his ears and down his neck were new. New as a newborn phoenix, rising from the ashes, purified by a wave that went through and through by your touch; something he would wonder when his head was clear and his eyes away from you- how strong an influence you had on him.

So, like a thirsty nomad lost in the desert who had just tasted the sweet waters- your knowing touch- now wanted more.

So. Much. More.

The back of his fingers stroked your cheek, going down your jaw, feeling strings break into a tune when he watched you smile and close your eyes.

She trusts me.

It was almost brought a painful sting in his chest. Sweet sweet pain. He both hated and loved that he could read you; that you wanted to be read. And he wanted to test the waters with you.

At first, it was a stroke of his fingers on your lips, his eyes hovering over them, asking for permission. You seemed like you knew what he wanted, for your hands snaked his neck, bringing him closer to you, letting his lips land on yours.

It was a mutual trust affair- where the eyes closed to look at the personal galaxies inside them light up with the touch and taste that had been craved for so long. The breaths paused to savour the moment of those entirely different universes colliding at the touch of tongues, the intermingling of fingers, hungry brush of the bodies against one another.

Once the sway was started, the dance began on its own. With his leg parting your thighs, you felt your body rise to come by the doors of Valhalla, your core brushing against his thigh, asking for more.

You both have decided to lift the anchor and go out with the first tide that has risen from the ocean of endless mystery of love for the other. Still, he tried to part from you- almost making you rise for more of those tender yet demanding lips- to let him take you in.

His accelerated heartbeat wanted to make sure it was you. And when he looked at you, the unquestionable truth seemed like the strokes of paint in his grey life finally making sense.

For him, you were the human form of peace. His peace. All his meandering thoughts were at a standstill in your vicinity. All doubts were washed away by the glow you brought in the room. All worries seemed microscopic when you were with him.

You were what love was supposed to look like.

And love, you are. My love. All. Mine.

The lips came back, this time tasting you with the feeling of belonging with you. For you.

Hands roamed over the breathy cotton you wore- memorising the map to the temple he was going to pray to for the rest of his life- till they found the end, letting the fingers find the skin they were lucky to adorn, forcing a welcoming gasp out of you. The fingers rose farther up the thigh, teasing and massaging your needy skin till they reached your folds.

"Loki," your lips moaned in his ears, sending a strong flutter slithering down his entirety right when he felt his eyes open to the daylight entering his room in the Avengers facility, leaving him numb for the next minute as he questioned what had just happened.

A dream. He cursed internally, rubbing his hand over his face, trying to break the veil of slumber resting over his trance-filled eyes.

The morning sun directly hit his face and bare chest, making him groan and turn the other to find himself facing your face resting on your fist as you lay beside him

"Hi."

The soft morning greeting sent him flying back and down, his ass landing on the cold hard floor- forcing a curse-filled groan out of him.

"Ooh-" he heard the sound of second-hand embarrassment come out of you before he saw your face peep from over the bed to whisper- "sorry. Didn't mean to scare you."

"What the Hel are you doing in my room?" He tried to sound pissed but the dream still fresh inside his mind was making it difficult to look at you, let alone be mad at you.

He tried to get up, realising all that covered him was the sheet he was currently wrapped in. Carefully keeping it tangled all around him, he stood up, making sure it had no way to escape. Though he did make the mistake of looking back at you lying on your stomach, the light hitting just like it did in his dream.

Oh, come on! He begged his neurons to stop. They only grew more sensitive when you bit your lip and raised your legs behind you, swinging them without a care in the world.

"You told me to wake you up to embarrass you in front of everyone if Scott woke up at five for the camping trip," you answered and tilted your head just a little, resting it in your palms.

"Stop," he said under his breath with his eyes closed. It was not only the issue of the sheet wrapped around him. It was also about what it was trying to hide.

"Oh, I'm not gonna stop," you spoke softly, giving him a smirk as he looked down at you from under his lashes, "not until you give me those fifty dollars you owe me."

He lowered his head where he stood to get a good look at you and give you one that screamed a huge 'really?' in a neon sign. "Do I look like I have fifty dollars on me?" He tried to open one arm to gesture at himself before quickly grabbing the side of the sheet that had started to slip.

Your legs kept swinging, your eyes slowly swirling with some intentions that seemed dark. "Hmm...I think another fifteen minutes like this would be worth those fifty dollars."

Loki gasped at your audacity, his outside showing he had been utterly offended. His insides, on the other hand, were celebrating the big bang.

"I think you should go."

Go before something inside me stops you and pins you right here.

"Why?" You asked while turning on your back, your head now looking at him upside down. "Having boy problems?" You winked and chuckled.

Oh, you crazy little minx, you.

"Y/N," his inside growled slightly.

"Okay, okay," you snickered, getting up facing the other side, letting his gaze catch your bare shoulders supporting your tank top, memorising those freckles, spots, and moles marring your skin. "Damn, must have been one sexy dream you were having."

Oh, only if you knew, he smirked internally before questioning if you'd find it inappropriate. Him dreaming of you this way, that is.

You walked till the door, stepping out, pausing, turning back to smile at him.

"I wonder who’s this person who's got you all-" you let your eyes go down his chest till you were made him conscious of the boner he was trying to hide- "hot and bothered."

His gaping lips closed and his brows arched at you.

"They really seem to have done a number on you, Loki," you called out as you walked away into the corridor.

He sighed and rolled his eyes before finding himself chuckling to himself.

Only if you knew, darling.

"Hey, you owe me fifty." He heard Scott's voice call out from the door. And there was Scott with puffy, sleep-deprived eyes and a huge smile on that goofy face that was all geared up for the trip.

"Oh sweet Val- DO I LOOK I HAVE MON-"

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winterfrostlovetriangle · 4 years

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Christmas Magic

Hey all! I decided to take a break from my Magnus series and write this Loki Christmas one-shot. I apologise for the length.

Summary: It’s Christmas, ya’ll. Can the magic of the season bring two people together?

Warnings: body shaming, but mostly fluff, and a bit of protective Loki

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The sound of your alarm clock startled you from slumber. Groaning you reached to turn off the offending noise before flopping your head back on the pillow and snuggling under the blankets. Closing your eyes, you tried to fall back to sleep, but it seemed your body was done resting. You got out of bed with a sigh.

Since it was just a week before Christmas, the Avengers had been given some well deserved time off. Fury agreed to the holiday knowing just how much everyone needed to relax and recharge. The past year had been particularly hard. Yes, you were superheroes it was your job, but one can only go so long before they burn out. You were honored to be counted among the group. You couldn’t imagine your life without any of the men or women - they were your family.

Walking to your ensuite bathroom, you thought about how much your life has changed in the last decade. You hated your life - your family never loved you and you never had any friends. Everyone always teased you or pushed you around; mostly because of your size. You didn’t have the perfect body and being plus-sized was not easy. No matter how many diets you tried, nothing ever worked. When you turned sixteen your life changed forever. Your parents threw out of the house because they deemed you dangerous. Why you ask? Because you were a mutant. On the morning of your sixteenth birthday, you somehow acquired certain abilities that could be classified as magic. So because they were afraid of you and what you might be capable of, your family turned their back on you. You were on your own for two years, afraid of yourself and powers. One day though, you met Nick Fury and Tony Stark. They offered you a home and a chance to use your skills for good.

Skip forward to ten years later, you were a proud member of the Avengers. A knock brought you back to reality. Looking towards your door, you saw something slide underneath. Using your magic, the object flew through the air and into your hand. You sighed again, knowing exactly what it was. Every year Tony threw extravagant Christmas Eve parties. Not being a partier yourself, you had only attended one of these events. It had ended in tears and lots of chocolate. Many of the female agents were rude to you. Teasing you about your weight and even calling you a freak because of your magic. Needless to say I never went to another party.

Taking the invitation out of the envelope, I wondered if Loki would ever ask me. You laughed at your silly fantasies. First off, the god of Mischief was your best friend. The two of you understand each other better than anyone else could have. He was not the man everyone believed he was. Loki put on a show of being a tough, uncaring person, but behind the mask, he longed to be loved. He was gentle and caring when you got to know him, and it certainly didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous. Oh well. You would never do anything to ruin your friendship. And secondly, why would he ever return your affections? In the world’s eyes, you were not considered beautiful. No man, or god, would ever have romantic feelings towards you. You shouldn’t get your hopes up - if your own family never loved or accepted you, why would Loki?

Blinking back tears, you stood up and walked to your full-length mirror and examined yourself. Nope, definitely not worth it. You looked at the invitation one more time, quickly tearing it up and throwing it to the floor.

“What did that piece of paper ever do you, Dove?” a voice asked.

You whipped around to see Loki standing inside your room leaning against the door with a smirk on those beautiful lips of his.

“Ugh, Loki how many times have told you not to sneak up on me like that?” you huffed. “Don’t you ever knock?”

“I did, but when you didn’t answer, I was worried something had happened to you,” he explained.

You rolled your eyes. ‘Right, whatever you say. Sure you weren’t just trying to sneak a peek?”

Loki put his hand over his heart. “You wound me, Y/N. I was only worried for your safety - I am no peeping Tom.”

“When have I ever been in need of saving?” You laughed. “I can take care of myself.”

“Well, maybe someday. I hope you know that I will always be there to save you,” Loki said seriously. You noticed a look strange look pass over his face.

Suddenly you realized you were still in your nightgown. Cheeks flushing a pale pink, you used your magic to change.

“Breakfast m’ lady?” Loki asked offering you his elbow.

You nodded with a smile, threading your arm through his. You chuckle to yourself as you thought back to how you and he became friends. It was a rocky start. He was an arrogant, egotistical maniac who looked down on everyone. He hated everything and everybody. Slowly though, you chipped away at his walls. After a while, he began to open up to you and even offered to help improve your skills. He told you about his past. Your heart broke for him and was able to identify with him to a small degree. You became each other's confidants and spent most of your free time together. And somewhere along the way, you had fallen in love with this god. And little did you know, Loki had fallen for you too.

The next week was spent having snowball fights, building snowmen, making Christmas cookies, watching movies, and party prep. Your favorite times were spent with Loki, talking and drinking hot cocoa in front of the fire. The team was really enjoying their vacation and were able to relax. Everyone was feeling the season working its magic.

As the festivities drew nearer, Nat kept trying to convince to go.

“Come on, Y/N, you really should come. Tony says there will be lots of dancing, amazing food, and fireworks.” Nat pleaded. “I heard even Loki is coming this year, and that never happens. You should come and keep an eye on your boyfriend,” she smirked.

You rolled your eyes. “You know perfectly well that Loki is not my boyfriend. He would never think of me more than a friend,” you explained. “Now, as I have said before, I am not going. So please stop asking.”

Nat held up her hands in defeat. “Fine, have it your way.” She walked away. You shrugged turning back to the library.

It was now the day before the party, you passed Nat and Thor deep in conversation, on your way to the kitchen. Definitely up to something.

Your stomach growled so you hurried on to the kitchen. A wonderful smell invaded your senses the closer you got. A smile spread across your face when you saw Loki attending to something on the stove. You snuck up behind him and took another whiff.

“Hmm, something smells amazing! Whatcha cooking there, chef?” you asked playfully.

“I believe you Midgardians call them pancakes.” Loki chuckled.

“You went all out there, Lokes. Eggs, bacon, sausage…”

“I wasn’t sure what you’d be in the mood for - sit.” Loki nudged you towards the table. He came back with two full plates, laying yours in front of you and he sat next to you.

Taking a bite of the pancakes, you closed your eyes savoring the flavor. “Chocolate chips! Loki, you’re the best! You spoil me.” You smiled at your friend

Loki just returned your smile and tucked into his own food. His body tensed at the moan that bubbled out of you. The ancient god turned to watch you, your eyes closed and a smile on your lips. You were clearly enjoying your food. Each moan was music to his ears. He wondered if he could ever elicit such moans from you himself. Loki shifted in his seat and bit his lip as his mind continued to wander.

No, he thought. A lady such as yourself would never fall for the likes of him. He still considered himself a monster. He had changed over the years, yes, but he still never trusted himself. You were his friend and Loki wouldn’t ruin that unless he was absolutely sure how you felt.

“Loki? Did you hear anything I just said?” You asked.

Loki shook himself. Sorry darling, I didn’t.”

“You alright, you look a bit flushed. Maybe you should go see Banner?”

“Banner? No, I...need Thor...to speak with…” Loki began. He jumped out of his chair and quickly left.

Puzzled, you stood too grabbing the dishes and taking them to the sink.

“That’s definitely a first,” you said out loud.

“What is?” Nat asked entering the kitchen.

“Loki wanted to see Thor.” You laughed.

The redhead hummed in agreement. “How about some sparring?”

Later that night, after hours of tossing and turning, you decided to make some hot chocolate and read. Settling on the main living area couch you opened your book. A few minutes later you smiled.

“There you are,” you said quietly. Putting your book down you waited.

Loki rounded the corner, clad in a pair of forest green silk pajama pants and a black hoodie. You loved those pants - they were so smooth. Heaven knows where he got them. Maybe one day you’d ask him for a pair of your own. You smiled to yourself. Or just borrow his.

“You look comfy, love.” He smiled. You were wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a steaming mug in hand. “I am. Should still be some hot cocoa in the kitchen,” you told him.

He came over and sat next to you, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “I’d much rather have some of yours.

Before you had time to react, Loki snatched the mug from your hand and took a sip. He looked back at you, challenging you to stop him. You were surprised at his action and pouted. Loki chuckled softly before draining the rest of it.

“Hey” you whined. “You jerk. You owe me.”

The raven-haired god laughed. “Your wish is my command. What shall it be?”

You thought for a moment before a book appeared in your hands. Smiling you handed it to him.

“Shakespeare, eh?” You nodded. Loki rolled his eyes, though he really didn’t mind. “Alright, get comfortable.”

You scooted closer to him sliding down so your head was resting in his lap. Loki chose a sonnet and began reading. You loved his voice. It was dark, smooth, and positively sinful. You suddenly realized that Loki is playing with your hair. The combination of his voice and his fingers running through your hair had a calming effect. You close your eyes enjoying the moment. You must have fallen asleep, because when you open your eyes again, Loki has stopped reading and is watching you.

“Hi,” he smiles.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

“I have a present for you. I know it is a tradition to wait until Christmas day, but as it is officially Christmas Eve, I can’t wait any longer.” Loki says.

You sit up facing him, tucking your legs under you. Loki licks his lips expectantly waiting for an answer. He looked like a kid, well, at Christmas.

“Well, just this once,” you concede. “I have one for you too.”

Using your powers, you both summon your gifts.

“Mine first,” Loki says handing you a beautifully wrapped package.

You rip open the paper, tossing it aside. You gasped as you saw the contents of the box. Nestled inside was the most beautiful necklace and set of earrings you had ever seen. The necklace was a modest-sized emerald pendant encircled by tiny diamonds, held together by a very delicate silver chain. The earrings were smaller, simple emerald studs. You were speechless. You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

Loki took your quietness to mean that you didn’t like it. “You hate them, don’t you? I know you don’t like flashy things, but I saw them and thought they would look magnificent on you.” Disappointed was evident in his tone.

You tore your eyes from the gift. “What? No, Loki I love them! They are so beautiful, I just don’t know what to say. Thank you!” You gave him a quick hug and a chaste kiss on his cheek. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Loki’s face lit up and a huge smile replaced his frown. “Only the best for you, Dove.”

“Now open mine” you nudged, handing him a small square package.

He opened it with equal enthusiasm. “Oh my!” His face was emotionless as he stared at the contents. Inside the box was a set of cufflinks. They were snakes - intricately carved silver with one emerald eye each. Truly a masterpiece. He took one out to examine it closer. Loki squinted. Did it just...it did! The snake blinked. The god’s eyes widened and glanced at the young sorceress with shock and disbelief and then back at the cufflink.

You sighed. “I know it’s silly. If you don’t like them I can make something else. I thought they were elegant with a touch of mischief. A trick for the trickster,” you chuckled to yourself.

“You made these?” Loki asked.

“Yeah, with some help from my magic...okay a lot of help” you hesitated. “But I did design them and…”

Your friend stopped you. “They are beautiful, Y/N. I can’t believe you created these - not that you aren’t capable.” Loki suddenly looked flustered. They are amazing, love. Truly.” You blushed at his praise.

“I shall wear them tonight.” he says. Feeling nervous, the young prince looked down at the gift again. “Are you sure you won’t come to the party?”

“Um, parties aren’t really my thing,” you explain weakly, not wanting him to know the real reason.

“Not even if someone were to ask you to accompany them?” He quirked his brow, cheeks slightly pink.

“Well, I don’t think that would ever happen, so no.”

“You wouldn’t go with me, then?” Loki asked. Your eyes widened, staring at your friend like he had just sprouted another head. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you stayed quiet. Sensing your hesitation, Loki started, “You don’t have to if it would make you uncomfortable, but it would be an honor to escort you.”

“Are you being serious?” you whisper. He nods, a tender smile on his lips.

“Then, I - I would love to go with you.” You looked up at him, returning his smile. You stay like that for a few minutes.

“I guess we should go to bed. I mean our own beds, not like sharing one...not that I wouldn’t en-wow.” You cover your face with your hands trying to hide the bright red color it had turned.

He chuckles and stands up. “You’re right, it is late. Come, let me walk you to your room.” You walk back in silence. Reaching your door, you both linger. “Good night, Little One.” Loki leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Night, Lokes. See you tomorrow.” You shut the door behind you and lean again the wood for a moment. Shaking yourself, you crawl into bed with a grin plastered on your face slipping into a peaceful sleep.

“Nat, Nat!” You called your friend. Nothing. For an assassin she sure sleeps heavily, you think. Fine.

Agent Romanoff! Get your butt out of bed now!” you bellowed, backing up knowing what was coming.

Nat jumped out of bed ready to attack. Looking around for danger and only seeing you, she slumped her shoulders. “What do you want? Too early,” she yawned turning towards her bed again.

“Oh no you don’t,” you said grabbing her wrist. It is 10:30, so we have just enough time to do some shopping and then get ready for the party.” You smiled at Nat’s confusion.

Rolling your eyes you headed back to the door. “Elevator, thirty minutes.”

So, what made ‘miss-I-hate-parties change her mind’?” Nat sassed. “A certain prince ask you to go?”

You nodded, blushing slightly as you continued flipping through dresses on the rack. “As friends of course.”

“Oh please, girl! Did he actually say that?”

“No, but I am trying to not get my hopes up just to be stomped to death because Loki doesn’t think of me as more than a friend.” Nat sighed. “And don’t give me the ‘love is worth the risk’ speech, you have no room to talk lady.” You both laughed.

“Oh, we will definitely find you a dress that will knock his socks off,” Nat said as she handed you some dresses. “Now go.”

After countless stores and dresses, you had only one more to try on. You stood in front of the mirror taking in the view. The dress was black with a dark green, lace overlay covered in tiny flecks of gold. It had a modest neckline and came down right to the top of your knees. Perfect! Stepping out of the dressing room, you cleared your throat. “What do you think?”

Nat was shocked. “Wow, Y/N. You look stunning! I love it. And I think certain Norse god will too. Alright, missy. Go get dressed and we should have time to get something to eat before we head back to the tower.”

The two of you chatted happily all through lunch. You glanced at your watch and noticed the time. “Crap,” you muttered. “We’re going to be late. Let’s go!”

Nat helped you with your hair while you did your makeup. You wanted to use magic to finish getting ready, but Nat convinced you not to. Part of the experience she claimed. Halfway through you texted Loki that you would be late and would meet him there.

After hair and makeup, you put your dress on and stood in front of the mirror examining yourself. Your hair was half up with curls cascading over your shoulders, your makeup was light and natural-looking. Loki’s gifts completed the look.

“You look beautiful, Y/N. Let’s get this party started!” Nat exclaimed.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Nat. Thanks for everything you’ve done,” you smiled at your friend. You two made your way to the party.

“I enjoyed spending the day with you too.”

“That’s not quite what I meant,” you replied. Nat quirked her brow. “I know what you and Thor did.”

The assassin just smiled at you. The doors of the elevator opened up, having arrived at its destination.

“Come on, your prince awaits,” Nat pushed you forward a little. You giggled.

Standing just inside the door, you surveyed the room. The party was definitely in full swing, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You smiled briefly looking for your date. You found him on the other side of the room talking with a few people. Thor noticed you first, a huge smile spread across his face. He nudged Loki who was standing next to him. Loki followed the direction Thor was looking. Ever the subtle one, Thor pushed his brother forward and laughed. Loki met your gaze and froze. He was utterly shocked. He slowly walked towards and you suddenly felt nervous and queasy under his intense stare.

“Y/N, y - you look amazing.” Loki stuttered.

“You like it then?” you asked shyly.

“Love it, darling,” he replied, his voice an octave lower now. I want everyone to see how lucky I am. May I have this dance?” He offered you his hand and led you out onto the dance floor.

A slow dance started playing, and Loki pulled you close to his body. His hands rested on your hips forcing your arms to encircle his neck. The prince smiled down at you and you returned it. You let yourself relax against his lean, but slightly muscular frame; loving the feeling of being in his arms. You knew your relationship would not be the same after tonight, something had changed - but maybe for the better?

“My colors suit you, Dove” he whispered in your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine.

“I do, don’t I?” you teased. “Maybe I’ll wear them more often.” You pulled back just enough to look up at Loki seeing another tender smile gracing his lips. You quickly melted back into his embrace, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

After two more songs, you took a break. Loki went to get some drinks while you took another moment to admire the young prince. He wore his usual stunning black suit, but switched his matching black shirt for a forest green button-up, paired with a red tie. He truly looked like a god. Loki noticed you staring and winked. His expression became one of boredom as a guest stopped to talk to him. You giggled and turned your attention back to the party. You saw a group of female agents talking close by, and you decided to eavesdrop.

“Ha, she thinks that a new dress and hairdo can improve her looks...she is sadly mistaken,” one agent said. The rest laughed.

Another agent noticed that you were listening. “She looks like a stuffed cabbage in that color. You can’t honestly think that Loki is taken by you do you, Y/N?” she asked. The other ladies turned to look at you. Smirks and eye roles were exchanged.

You blinked back tears. Don’t let them win. “We’re just friends,” you explained.

“Please, we all see the way you look at him; like a lost puppy waiting for her master to notice her,” a third agent piped up. “Like a god would take notice of a cow like you. Loki is just leading you on. You are just his tool tonight.” The ladies all cackled.

You knew the dam was about to break, but you couldn’t let them see you cry. You hurried out of the room as quickly as possible.

“Y/N, you okay? What happened? Steve stopped you, taking in your appearance.

“I’m fine, Steve. ‘Scuse me” you mumbled pushing past him.

Loki was finally able to extricate himself from his conversation and made his way back to you. He noticed you talking to a small group of women and smiled. A frown soon replaced it after seeing you run out of the room. He called after you, but you didn’t hear him. The prince turned toward the women who looked quite satisfied with themselves.

“What did you do to Y/N?” he asked. Anger bubbling to the surface.

The female agents all feigned innocence. “Nothing, Loki. She’s just being a baby.” one said shrugging.

Loki glared at them all. “What. Did. You. Say?” he spat out. The group coward back. “Really, nothing? You said nothing - Y/N just ran away? Speak before I do something I might regret.” he bellowed.

“Um, w-we told her that someone like you would never fall for a girl like her.” another offered.

Loki raised his eyebrows, a deadly look on his face. A girl like her? She is ten times...no a hundred times better than any of you. How dare you speak to her like that. Y/N is the glue that holds this team together. You have the audacity to judge her by her size? You are nothing but a bunch of mewling quim - you need to be taught a lesson or better yet, fired!” he yelled.

By now the room was silent, everyone watching the scene unfold. The rest of the Avengers were up front closest to the commotion, ready to defend Loki. They were proud of him for standing up for Y/N.

“If any of you ever tease her again, I will personally make your lives hell” Loki continued. “She is an amazing woman and I - I lov…” his eyes widen. “Where did she go?”

“That way.” Steve points in the direction you ran.

You found yourself in a small hallway you never knew existed. Sitting on a bench tucked into an alcove, you were alone and sobbing your heart out. You knew you shouldn’t believe what the women said about Loki. He was your friend after all, but it still hurt. You were so tired of the teasing and awful treatment. Tonight had given you hope that Loki might feel something more for you, but you knew that no one would love you because of your size. So lost in your own self-pity you barely registered someone calling your name. You didn’t respond, you didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Y/N! Love, can you hear me?”

Coming back to reality, you saw Loki standing right in front of you. You knew you were a mess, you covered your face. Your friend sits down beside you and pulls you flush against him. You grab onto him and start sobbing again. Loki squeezes you tighter and rubs your back soothingly.

“I’m sorry Loki” you sniff. He handed you a hanky. “I let them get to me, I shouldn’t have, but I did…” You drop gaze and fiddle with his tie.

“No, love. I’m sorry. They should never have said those things to you. They are just a bunch of catty women. They are jealous of you” Loki explains.

You snort in disbelief. Loki lifts your chin with one of his long fingers. “It’s true” he continues. “It has been my experience that when people feel threatened or jealous of someone, they lash out at them.” He smiles at you.

Wiping away stray tears his hand lingers to caress your cheek. You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

The young prince takes a deep breath, “Y/N...I..” he pauses.

You open your eyes and look at Loki. “What is it? You can tell me, love” you prod.

“Iloveyou” he gushes.

“I’m sorry what?”

‘I love you, Y/N. Loki falters trying to gauge your reaction.

“Awe, I love you too, Lokes.” you chuckle.

“No, I love love you. More than just as a friend. I have fallen in love with you, Y/N.”

“But you can’t, it’s impossible!” You exclaim. I mean look at me. I’m not the woman you deserve, Loki.”

“To me, you are perfect, Y/N. You are the most amazing woman I have ever met. You are strong, brave, kind, loving, caring, and excuse my language, a bloody genius. You always think about other people and their needs before your own. You have taught me to not judge what people look like on the outside, that it is what’s on the inside that matters.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks again. “But…” you began.

Loki pressed a finger to your lips, “I wasn’t finished. You have curves, so what? I like a woman who is curvy. It just means that there is more of you for me to love” he winked.

“Oh Loki, no one has ever talked to me like that before. I want to believe that I am not completely ugly, but that’s all I’ve been told growing up.”

“Then let me show you how beautiful you are and how much I adore you.” Loki put his arms around you and pulled you close again.

You could feel his warm breath on your face. Your lips just inches apart, breathing heavy. Your gaze drifted up briefly before a laugh bubbled out. Loki followed your gaze and saw a ball of mistletoe appearing above.

“It seems someone is hoping for a Christmas kiss, eh?” You joked looking back at Loki.

He was staring at you - the love you saw reflected in his eyes made your heart skip a beat. He slowly leaned in and brushed his lips against yours, pulling away for a second only to reattach to your mouth again.

The kiss felt like heaven. It was sweet, gentle, and a tad salty. You snaked your hands up his neck to deepen the kiss. It became passionate - Loki wasn’t holding back anymore. Neither of you were. He nibbled your bottom lip causing you to gasp. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Loki snuck his tongue in your mouth to taste more of you. The feeling was intoxicating, neither of you wanted to stop. You finally broke the kiss, oxygen becoming necessary. He pressed his forehead to yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Th-that was all I wanted for Christmas,” Loki whispered. You two smiled at each other, basking in the warmth of the moment.

“I love you too, you finally confessed. “I have for a very long time.” Loki pecked your lips again.

“Happy Christmas, my dove.”

“Merry Christmas, my prince.”

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shurisneakers · 6 years

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espresso [6]

Summary: In which your best friend’s brother begins to set you up on dates when you mention that you haven’t been in a relationship in years, but things don’t go as expected.

Warning: swearing, near panic attacks, angst (?)

A/N: this is my entry for the exuberant @odinhson‘s writing challenge thank you to @samingtonwilson for beta-ing this for me

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous part- Part 5 || Espresso Masterlist

Becca: binch

Becca: if i don’t get my nourishment i will Wilt and Die

Becca: if i get out of this bed rn i will literally Cry

Becca: pls get me a coffee kind sir,,, i will be gr8ful

You: um

You: i’ll get it later ok lov u

Becca: wtf why

You: im going to meet fucky at the library

You: *bucky

Becca: youre going to meet my brother again?

You: yes he said he was studying there anyway so I could go meet him there

You: why

Becca: nothing it’s just

You: it’s just?

Becca: nvm it’s nothing go see that smelly bitch biscuit

Becca: but get me the drugs when u come back

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The library was fairly populated for seven in the morning. And, though everyone looked like they could use at least a week’s worth of sleep, they trudged on.

Walking through the aisles, you let your fingers run over the spines of every book, relishing in the feel of their old leather under your touch. It didn’t take log before you found Bucky in the classics section, his back leaning against one of the bookshelves as he scanned the ones in front of him.

“Looking for something specific?” you asked quietly, making him snap his head towards you. He gave you a tired smile before reverting to his original state.

“The Catcher in the Rye. I wanted to borrow it again,” he sounded distant, like his mind was preoccupied.

“Again? You’ve read it more than once?”

“Three times,” he answered, eyes lighting up as he reached forward and grabbed an old, worn out book with a tearing paper cover. His fingers dusted it gently before he opened to the last page, his eyes skimming over the words.

“It’s your favourite book?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s my favourite book, to be honest.” He flipped it, examining the cover from back to front. “Just the most memorable one. It sorta stuck with me throughout.”

“Why?” you asked curiously, watching as he flipped through the pages, seemingly searching for something within the lines.

“Don’t ask, it’s just gonna come off as pretentious as shit,” he chuckled, shking his head bemusedly, but you could detect a hint of something else behind his words. Bucky loved writing. He loved words. This book obviously meant a lot to him.

“I don’t know who hurt you Bucky Barnes, but I’d sure as fuck want to know why you love that book so much.” You heard a hush on the other side of the bookshelf, making you peep through the shelves only to catch the disapproving glare of the librarian who apparently caught you using unparliamentarily language.

“No one’s hurt me, it’s just-“ he paused to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly, letting his hand linger there. “I didn’t think anybody would care.”

“Oh.” You nudged his foot with yours, making him look at you in surprise. “Well, I care, so go ahead.”

He eyes never left yours and you could see a faint blush spread across his cheeks. Cute ass motherfucker.

Wait-

“Um, I guess it’s kinda because– the thing is– see, I–“ his mouth was moving at a speed much swifter than his brain, you could see it. It was like he had so much to say, almost too much. You gave him an encouraging smile as he took a deep breath to calm himself down before beginning again.

“I’ve read it three times. Every single time it means something different to me, you know? It’s like the words are familiar but everything’s changed,” he tried to convey what he was thinking, but it was clearly something hard to talk about because Bucky rarely ever ran out of words.

“‘Don’t ever tell anyone anything, if you do you start missing everybody.’,” he recited from memory finally showing you the page he stopped on. You shuffled closer to him, leaning on his shoulder to get a better look at the book in his hand. “It’s really hard for me to let others in. Everything becomes too intimate and when they decide to pack up and leave because they can’t handle my shit, it just—it hurts. It’s one of my favorite quotes.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly, as he looked at you for a few seconds in silence, not making an attempt to say anything.

“Right, so-“ he cleared his throat, pulling away to put the book back where it belonged. “His name’s Loki. He’s slightly difficult at first, but all he needs is just a little love and attention and he’s good to go.”

“Are we talking about a succulent or a person?” You remained where you were, feeling strangely lightheaded. Bucky glanced at the big clock overhead before returning to you.

“You’ll see.” He winked, shifting from one foot to another. “Now go! I have an hour to spend with calculus and you are going to be late for your first class.”

“You got a shift at the coffee shop today? I could come see you after,” you asked, facing him while walking backwards, your feet moving automatically.

“Not tonight, fam. I’m busy,” he said, looking down just for a second.

“Whatcha up to, barista boy? You got a hot date?” you teased him lightly, shoving your fists into your pockets, delaying your exit.

“I do, actually,” he fired back, making you freeze in your tracks.

“You’re going on a date?” you asked incredulously, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“Yeah. Met an old friend of mine last week and we’re going out tonight.” He shrugged, giving you a half smile.

“Oh shits.” Well, that was new. It had been ages since Bucky had gone out with someone. “Use protection, ya nasty. Don’t want any mini versions of you running around.”

“Yeah, totally. We’re gonna go grab something to eat and fuck behind the church in my pickup truck.” He rolled his eyes, laughing to himself as you snorted.

“You’ve always been a huge part of the Jesus fandom,” you called out, grimacing when you heard the librarian hiss a ‘Quiet!’ at you again.

“Have fun, James. I’ll catch you later.” You shoved your hands further into your pockets, turning around and jogging out before he could get another word in.

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You didn’t expect the goth version of Sabrina the Teenage Witch at the entrance of your building that evening, sporting a look of disdain with a hint of boredom, gracefully covered up with a smile. He was dressed to the nines in all black, which matched his dark hair and starkly contrasted his fair, almost too pale skin.

“You’re Y/N, I presume?” you could hear the remnants of an accent that wasn’t common to your area. He sounded tired but it looked like he was making an effort, so you weren’t completely put off.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “Loki, right?”

“That’s me. Did James tell you where we’re going tonight?”

“Bucky doesn’t take the effort to tell me anything useful, so I’m pretty uninformed.” You followed him as he walked towards the gate of the compound, his fingers toying with the hem of his sweatshirt.

“That’s weird because I swear he asked me for everything ranging from my birth certificate to my social security number. He wouldn’t even give me your dorm address without it,” he said drily, his smile actually making him look really nice.

“Oh, wow.”

“Yeah, so there’s that carnival or a fair or something that’s come up. I figured we could go check it out.” He gestured to his car.

“Sounds fun.” You offered him a helpful smile, accepting his invitation without much hesitation. Maybe a distraction was exactly what you needed.

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The whole fair was illuminated with lights from the different stalls and you could smell the calories in the air as kids ran around with cotton candy and popcorn and funnel cakes. The ratting of the roller coaster tracks and peals of laughter subconsciously made your heart lift and a grin settled on your face.

“What do you want to do first?” you asked loudly, trying to speak over the crowd.

“I don’t know. It’s so noisy. I wish everyone would just shut up.” He scrunched up his nose in disdain, leaving you to stare at him.

“How about grabbing something to eat first? I’m starving,” you suggested, earning a nod from him as you both made your way down to where most of the food stalls were.

Churros, funnel cake, caramel apples, popcorn and just about everything deep fried was put on display and it smelled pretty fucking great.

“D’you want to try out the hypertension or diabetes on a stick?” you laughed, eyeing everything separately.

“Uh—“ he paused, flinching. “I think I’m good.”

“Not even cotton candy?”

“Definitely not.” He shook his head, eyebrows crinkled in disgust.

“Well, okay, man.” You shrugged, not letting his preferences stop you from going ahead and buying the first thing that caught your eye and had your mouth watering.

He followed you silently through the entire process, only passing an occasional comment on how greasy it was or how unhealthy it was. You took it as a personal challenge to count how many times he nearly gagged.

“Rides or stalls?” You could already predict the kind of night you were in for and at this point you were too tired to not have fun with it.

“Rides, I suppose. We’re too old for the stalls.” He clicked his tongue, putting his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans, staring disapprovingly at you.

“Oh, you are so right. Papa forbade me from playing games lest I fall victim to pride and immaturity. So pleased that throwing balls into holes is age restricted.” You threw some more popcorn into your mouth, feeling his stare burn into your face as you looked at him without any emotion.

“Didn’t you grow out of them after you turned, I don’t know, fifteen? How old are you?”

“You’re absolutely correct. We should hit the rides soon. I may not last fifteen minutes more. I’m practically decomposing as we speak.” You grinned at him making your way to the roller coaster, leaving him to match your pace.

“Roller coasters?” He called after you, rushing to catch up.

“Yes. Do you not like them?”

If this somehow greasier Tommy Wiseau said anything worse, you swore you literally would tear-

“I just think they’re too jumpy. And erratic. And noisy.”

You spun around wildly to face him, mouth dropping open. “What exactly did you expect from a fair, Lucky?”

“Loki.”

“Gesundheit. Have you ever been to a fair before or-“

You were just about to launch into a large rant when someone’s grip on your shoulder cut you off.

“Mario? What are you doing here?” The all-too-familiar voice made you instantly calm down as your best friend’s brother, your lord and savior, stepped near one of the most annoying people you could have met.

Which would be met with a more enthusiastic response had it not been for the presence of a girl with the most curly red hair accompanying him. She had her arm around his waist whilst his was secured around her shoulders and you immediately felt your words die down in your throat.

“Ah, James. We were just on our date.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you rolled yours at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, man. I thought you were taking her to that restaurant down the road?” he questioned as the girl with him sent you a smile. Of course she’d have dimples.

“Thor told me this would better fit her,” Loki replied wearily.

“Wait a minute- you know Thor?”

“Know him?” Loki scoffed. “He’s my brother.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Given, we’re adopted siblings but I have to put up with his nonsense regardless.”

“Oh my fucking God, you’re the bitchy drama goth brother Thor talks about.”

“Bitchy drama goth— you’re lucky you got set up with me and not our sister.”

“I guess this date went super well?” Bucky piped up before you both clawed each other’s throats out.

“Simply wonderful.”

“Great.” He smiled awkwardly, before seemingly remembering who he had with him. “Oh shits, yeah—this is Dolores. Dot. Doll. I don’t know-“

“Dot is fine.” She smiled again, extending her hand in a shake. She had a flower tucked into her ear, matching the colour of her long skirt. Of course she did.

“This is Y/N, my sister’s best friend and that’s Loki,” Bucky introduced live-action Merida to you, as she gracefully replied with a small nod.

“You guys done?” Dot asked, switching her gaze between Loki and you.

“Yup, just finished. Loki was about to drop me off at my place. How about you?” You ignored your date altogether, instead focusing on how relaxed Bucky looked, none of his usual creases to be seen on his face. You liked it.

“I think we’ll hang around for a bit more. What do you say?” She looked up at him and Bucky nodded, a soft smile taking over his face.

“Sounds good to me. Text me when you get home, okay?” he reminded you, suddenly meeting your gaze. Your eyebrows furrowed at the intensity with which he was looking at you, but you gave him a thumbs up, agreeing.

“See ya tomorrow, Mario. Get home safe, please?” He waved one more time, as did Dolores, before they both made their way into the crowd, but not before Bucky threw you one more glance over his shoulder.

“Are you this hostile with every person your friends date or only James?” Loki sniggered from besides you, earning a sharp glare.

“One more word from you Severus and I will buy the oiliest piece of funnel cake and shove it down your throat.

But his words didn’t go over your head. You knew exactly what he was talking about and apparently it was so glaringly obvious that even others could see it.

Yikes.

Part 7

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gingerwritess · 6 years

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Heat Wave (5)

Summary: (Loki x reader) the one with a bank robbery, a concussion, and an asgardian frost giant

Warnings: some bad words, fluhhff

A/N: this was actually the scene I thought of writing that inspired this whole series :’) thank you all for reading my work and for commenting and for all the love you’re giving!!

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You felt like a new person. The stitches in your face had finally been taken out, leaving a lovely scar that you knew would serve as your reminder of this unusual situation for the rest of your life. You were finally out of bed, and things were going well, considering you had been living in the compound with the rest of the Avengers for about a month now. Since you had been out of bed, you had gotten to know the environment and routines of the others, trying your best to stay out of the way.

Each person seemed to be living their own little life within the compound, but there was still a sense of unity that brought them together daily for meetings and such, and even occasionally movie nights and meals (which you thought was the most adorable thing you’d ever heard).

Thor and Steve had become some of your closest friends, helping you fit in with the others as well as you could. You got to know Tony, Clint, and Natasha much better, and they made sure to make you feel welcome as you got to know the others.

The compound itself was incredible. Corridors filled the property, each with rows and rows of doors leading to rooms. There was a gym on the basement level with a ring for sparring, punching bags galore, and even a mini bar. In the gym!! You spent your free time exploring the building, finding new places and meeting your new roommates.

You were quite comfortable there, and almost felt saddened by the thought of not being able to stay there forever.

Since your encounter with Loki had revealed your previous meeting, running into him around the compound became slightly more pleasant. Of course, emphasis on the slightly. He still had a cold bearing around him and gave off the vibe that you weren’t worth his time. Because of this, you tried your best to not disturb him or cross his path in any way you could.

You had to give him some credit though. Instead of completely ignoring you, he occasionally would give you small, pained smiles that showed he was at least trying. He still mocked you whenever he had the chance, but now there was the smallest, tiniest hint of playfulness in his doing. It may be slight, but it was there nonetheless.

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The compound was built by Tony freaking Stark. And yet he still couldn’t guarantee that the air conditioning would always be operational. You were in the heat of the summer, and somehow, despite all the tech that Tony had, the ac in your room still stopped working.

After tossing and turning in bed for hours, you gave up on trying to sleep and went to your mini fridge for some ice water. “Perfect,” you grumbled as you found the ice bucket to be empty. You pulled on an oversized t shirt to cover your bare torso, then quietly walked down the hallway to find the communal kitchen.

That place was humongous. Getting yourself a tall glass of ice, you pulled up a bar stool to one of the many counters. You sat in the moonlight that was peeping in from the many windows around you, contentedly chewing ice cubes and fanning yourself with a magazine you had found on a counter. The sound of the ice crunching between your teeth cut through the silence of the night.

“Is it possible you could chew any louder?”

You flew out of your seat with a yelp, knocking over your cup, your heart pounding. “Holy hell Loki,” you hissed, clutching your chest. “Why the hell would you do that?!”

The god chuckled. “For this,” he answered, gesturing to you leaning on the counter for support, legs weak from fright.

“Screw you, you little shit.”

You pulled yourself back onto your seat, watching Loki as he walked in the room looking proud of himself for scaring you. It was weird, seeing him in something other than his dramatic metal and leather tunics or green capes, yet here he was in loose, black, cotton pants hanging low on his hips and a dark green t shirt. The most normal clothes you had ever seen him in.

He walked to the fridge, barefoot, pulling out a water bottle and taking a long drink from it. He leaned against the counter across from you, meeting your gaze and wiping a hand across his mouth. You suddenly felt very conscious of the see-through shirt and ridiculously short shorts you were wearing, crossing your arms over your chest to cover yourself. You cleared your throat. “Why are you up?”

Loki took a sip of water. “I was sleeping wonderfully. Then I heard this annoying crunching coming from in here, and voila, here we are.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, to which he grinned and retorted, “keep rolling your eyes, maybe you’ll find a brain back there.”

You held up a finger and shook your head at him. “We are not doing this again. And there is no way I was being loud enough to wake you.”

Loki laughed and moved to sit at the counter across from you. “I suppose you’re right,” he started, looking down at his water bottle. “It wasn’t you. I was already awake.”

You waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“I’m… sorry,” you mumbled, unsure of how to respond to that. Loki’s head snapped up to look at you.

“Now tell me, why are you awake?”

“I can’t sleep. This heat is driving me insane,” you responded, popping another piece of ice in your mouth. You crunched it extra loudly just to annoy Loki, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“If you were to cool down, would you go to sleep?” He asked you.

“Um, yeah, I’m sure I would,” you answered, confused. Loki grinned.

“I might be able to help you.” He held up his right hand in front of you, and you watched as it slowly turned blue from the fingertips down to the wrist. Shocked, you didn’t stop him as he cautiously moved to place his fingertips lightly on the back of your hand. You felt something icy shoot throughout your body, cooling you down immediately.

“Wow,” you said, mouth gaping. “I knew you were like some ice prince or something, but I never thought you could do that.”

Loki chuckled, then lifted his hand away. The cold was replaced with the stifling heat right away, and you grabbed his retreating hand before you could stop yourself.

His eyebrows shot up, surprised at your movement, glancing at your hand holding his then looking you in the eye. You felt just as surprised, awkwardly dropping his hand and casting your gaze downwards as you realised what you had done. You avoided his gaze, mumbling “sorry, sorry,” with a blush.

You laughed nervously, still avoiding his eyes. Silence fell on the two of you, and you wished Loki would say something. A few seconds passed. Then you felt a gentle hand being placed over your own, followed by a cold sensation moving across your body. You looked up to find Loki had placed his hand over yours, his hands icy once again.

“Oh, you don’t have to do this, I’ll be fine,” you protested, making to move your hand out from under his. “Really, I uh, should go back to bed, I-“ Your voice stopped as Loki’s eyes met your own, and you lost yourself in the dark green void that they held.

“I’m trying to help,” Loki said, his voice low and smooth. “That was my job from the beginning, was it not?”

You could only choke out a small “thanks” before Loki’s other hand moved up to rest on your forehead. Starting from his fingertips, the icy coolness spread across his hand, soothing the unbearable heat that had taken over you.

He moved his hand slowly off your forehead and onto your cheek, holding your head in his hand. You closed your eyes with a breathless sigh, placing your hand on top of his. You stayed like this for a moment, perfectly peaceful and content.

Your eyes snapped open and you realised what was happening. Loki was holding your face and you were practically holding his hand. Terrified, you moved your hands and head away from his cold hands, nervously smiling at him.

“Uh, thanks, that was um, much better than the heat!” You slid off your seat, standing with your arms crossed over your chest awkwardly. Loki didn’t say anything, just stared questioningly into your eyes.

You cleared your throat. “I’m going to read, uh, on the couch in the living room, so um, I hope I don’t keep you up.” You knew very well that you wouldn’t be able to get any sleep after this encounter. Grabbing your glass, you turned and hurried to the living room.

Loki nodded, flashing you a small smile. “Is everything alright?” He asked, following you as you found a couch and sat in the corner, pulling your knees up in front of you.

You attempted to smile calmly back, but failed. “Yes! Yeah, everything’s fine! Goodnight Loki.” You tried to hint that he should leave, but he didn’t take the bait. He dropped down onto the same couch, on the opposite side across from you.

“I won’t be able to sleep. Do you mind if I sit in here as well?” He turned and stretched out his long legs, nearly touching your own legs.

You absolutely did mind. But you found yourself shaking your head, inviting him to stay. And so the two of you stayed there, each on their own side of the couch, not speaking. You had picked up a book that was on the coffee table, but couldn’t focus enough to actually read it.

The heat was getting to you yet again. You closed the book you had picked up and started fanning yourself with it, desperately trying to cool down.

Against your legs, you suddenly felt the familiar cold spreading up your body. You glanced down quickly, seeing Loki was lightly brushing his leg against your own, using the contact to cool you down.

His eyes flitted up from his book to meet yours, a smile flashing on his face before he looked back down. His smile was surprisingly comforting, and you cautiously stretched your legs out next to his, allowing the contact to continue.

You had set down your book, now just sitting there staring into space as your legs pressed against each other. You watched as Loki, still keeping his eyes on his book, slowly placed his hand on your ankle, the contact nearly making you gasp. You didn’t say anything, but as Loki glanced up to see your reaction, you bravely met his smile with your own.

You bit your bottom lip, unsure of what to do next, then took a deep breath and went with your gut. Swinging your legs off the couch, you slid across the couch with a giggle to sit right next to Loki, grabbing his arm and draping it over your shoulder so you could lean against him comfortably.

Loki dropped his book with a thud, startled by your actions. You glanced up at him with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, it’s just too hot over there,” you whispered.

For the first time, Loki looked almost nervous. He shifted in his seat so the two of you would be more comfortable, carefully resting one hand on your arm and the other around your waist, helping to keep you on the small couch. He laughed nervously, allowing his whole body to drop in temperature, his cold figure pressing softly against yours. “Don’t apologize,” he murmured. “I can help you with that.”

A smile danced on your lips as you cooled down instantly, relaxing in his arms. Despite your best efforts, your eyes began fluttering shut, and sleep overtook you without hesitation.

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darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years

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The Dark Team (part 13)

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Warnings: creepy man, hungover (alcohol mentions), abduction mentions.

Chirping birds woke you up as the light hit your face. It was a slightly sunny morning, you could see. A cold one, too. Your head ached; yesterday’s wine was stronger than you’d think. You remembered very little, and the hangover weighed on your feet as you tried to stand up. Soon, that weight redistributed up to your head, dizziness almost throwing you back in bed.

With much more effort than before, you got up and walked slowly to the kitchen, glancing around. Last night, a sticky kid fell asleep on the doorframe. You chuckled and decided to not wake him up. Loki was nowhere to be found; must be sleeping in his own room, if he had one by then.

An ibuprofen and some cold water later, you checked the time. It was so early; six in the morning. You decided to get working already; maybe someone on the team was awake. If not, you could at least take things off your to-do list for the day and get time free at noon to play videogames with Peter, or help him with that Lego Stark Tower he has been trying to build for almost two weeks now. A nice walk in the park to get some fresh air until some coffee shop opened; that’s what you needed.

The streets were emptier than you’d imagine, and then you realized it was saturday. Peeping in, a coffee shop next block was already opening, and people were lining up to get in. You made sure to have brought money and a laptop with you, and as you reached your pockets you realized you had your suit on, under normal clothes. Well, at least I’m prepared for anything now. Even a sunday morning in a lovely coffee shop, you thought, laughing to yourself. If Tony saw you like this, he’d recall that word he says you inherited from him. Paranoid. But no, Stark, I’m just hungover. Good to know your first instinct once you get up off bed is to suit up. Tony'd be proud. And a little disappointed, too.

You got a table far from the window, wall behind your back making sure nobody could eye your laptop. Once you were settled in and your coffee was getting cold, you started working. You were so glad you were out of the public eye, so you could afford yourself all of these outside activities. Sounded stupid, but if you were to have dinner with Sam, or Steve, or Thor, you’d have to also deal with paparazzis all night long. Actually, in dining out with Thor, paparazzis would be the least of your problems.

“Hey”, greeted Bucky from the other line. “It’s so early, what are you doing up?”.

“Buck, it’s already ten”.

“Oh”, he said, and you heard a sliding curtain by his side. “Oh, there it is. Sunlight”.

“Why are your times all twisted?”.

“We stayed up until five”.

“Doing what?”.

“Let’s say the mini bar was not so mini”.

“Oh my God”, you laughed, and checked for your work on the laptop. “At this point, I think the only one who didn’t get drunk last night is Spidey. Ah. Listen, I’ve arranged today’s plan, and it has to go right or else you can get abducted again. And we don’t want that, okay?”.

“I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. Didn’t we already get the stick?”.

“That’s the point, there’s more… you know, bottles hanging around” you lowered your voice. The coffee shop was almost empty, but just in case, you kept it under your breath. “That’s why you gotta get into Hydra’s last base again. Do not go alone”.

You instructed Bucky and then he tried his best to put you on speaker to the rest of the team, but failed. None of them could actually figure out how to do it; Steve was even less familiar with cell phones, and Thor… well, not even elaborating on him. The only Asgardian who seemed familiar enough with Midgard’s technologies was sleeping soundly on the compound. You had to explain the plan thoroughly another two times individually, and then finally hung up and got to work, sending them coordinates and turning off Hydra’s hacked security cameras.

Once they were already in, you had not much more to do. At least for a few hours, they’d be completely submerged in there, and your help wasn’t needed anymore. You still planned for some outcomes and didn’t even notice the man standing in front of you.

“Excus…”.

“OH... my God”, you gasped, taking yourself off your hyper focused state. The man chuckled. His teeth, yellow, seemed like he didn’t know anything about dental hygiene. His clothes were perfectly cleaned, though, in a tidy office-type suit; but his hair was hidden by a peaked cap that barely let you see his eye expressions. Very weird looking. Hard to read. Just now unemployed? Dressed like that to get attention? You frowned and closed all tabs, opening a fake account of email and some cheap online magazine. “What do you need?”.

“Can I sit here?”.

“No”.

He smiled weirdly and manspreaded in the chair you told him not to sit in. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“What are you doing?”, he asked.

You ignore him and keep pretending to read your mails, eyeing how many people were in there too. It was getting fuller than before. If he wanted to steal your laptop he’d have to do it in front of all of these people, and cross the whole coffee shop. He wasn’t planning on stealing. You made a security copy of all the files anyways.

“You have pretty eyes”.

You ignored him again, but now understood his intentions. God, people could be so shameless sometimes. You literally told him to go away. You’ll repeat it, just in case he would actually listen this time.

“Go away”.

He chuckled and stayed in place.

“I just want to talk, sweetie”.

“Sure. I’m not interested”.

“You have a boyfriend?”.

“I have a very strong fist”.

He got closer, leaning on the table, and lowering his voice said “You’re working on the supersoldiers mission, yes?”.

You froze. Suddenly, the creepy man was a bigger threat than you’d anticipated. Your hand hovered over the gun in your pocket, holding strong eye contact with him.

“Who are you?”.

“What do you have in your pocket?”, he teased.

“Wanna find out?”, you threatened.

Looking over his shoulder, an all-too-familiar fifteen year old hid behind a pile of coffee cups from the bar counter, holding his breath to not laugh. You sighed and broke the tension.

“Funny. Very funny. I almost shoot you, you know”.

“That’s not a very good instinct”.

“Not an instinct, I truly wanted to shoot you”.

“You sure were, pancake”, he said as he transformed back into himself, still in those ugly clothes covering half his face. As he looked down to himself, he frowned and changed his clothes to an Asgardian armor. “But your mortal bullets would be no more than a caress to my skin”.

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?”, you cocked your gun, joking. He laughed, and Peter got increasingly nervous as you played with your toys in a public and safe place, surrounded by civilians. “Don’t worry, Pete, it’s fake”.

Peter sighed in relief as you clarified and put it back in your pocket, and Loki smirked, knowing perfectly well you just lied.

“Why don’t we get something to drink, too, mr. Loki?”.

“Yeah, whatever you want, kid”.

“Not a kid”.

“Apologies. Actually, can you order it? I’m afraid Midgardians don’t usually take kindly to my presence”, he asked. Peter nodded.

“I do, mr. Loki”.

"What?".

"Take it kindky".

Loki smiled and raised his eyebrows, a bit confused. Muttered an “I’m glad” and instructed him to get an americano, while you packed your laptop in the backpack.

"How's the incognito working out for you in your shiny armor?"

"Better than before. At least now I'm comfortable while getting the same bad looks I always get anyways".

"Shapeshifter can't manage to hide, how ironic", you said, giving him one of the new earbuds, with an attachable mic. "Since you have good strategy plans and you sort of know what you're doing, work with me".

"I thought we were already working together. You know, in this stupid thing called The Dark...".

"Yeah", you interrupted him, rolling your eyes once again. "From behind the scenes, I mean. This is so you can listen to whatever my earbud hears. Don't bite your tongue if you have any inputs, I'm running out of solutions".

Your phone rang again as you were getting up.

“Yes?”.

“It’s all gone to trash, y/n. We need a new plan, I can’t find Buck anywhere. What’s your backup?”, rushed Steve’s voice. It sounded like it was from a public service phone, and the static didn’t let you hear Steve’s surroundings. Loki looked at the floor, concentrating. He didn't find anything either, and was too far away to read his mind.

“Wait. What do you mean you can’t find him? You were supposed to keep an eye on him so he doesn’t get kidnapped again”, you said, opening your laptop again and looking for Bucky’s location. He didn’t have it on him.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant with ‘it’s all gone to trash’”.

“Okay, don’t freak out. Where are you?”.

“Hydra’s last base, top of the buil…”.

“Hold up, I have another incoming call”. You put him on hold and see who’s calling. It was Bucky, this time. You sigh out of relief. Peter watched you two concerned while approaching you with two coffee cups. You gestured to him to not talk, and Loki had started to type things in your computer. “Buck, where are you? What happened?”.

On the other side of the line, you didn’t get a specific answer. You heard muffled noises that you still couldn’t quite figure out what they meant, and more than one person behind the phone.

“Buck, you there?”, you asked once again. Bucky’s voice filled the silence with a heartrending scream of agony. You almost dropped your phone, and your heart beated to the speed of light. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. They have him. “Buck!”.

“Three hours”, called someone, probably one of the Hydra butchers. “You have three hours”.

“Three hours for what?!”, you tried to hold them on the line while tracing the call. It was from a specific coordinate, nobody could get there unless they teleported. Luckily, you had the perfect person for the job. Loki looked at you quizzically.

"Do we not have better people on it? Can't Stark go?".

You returned to Steve’s call, while thinking about some other alternative than taking you three there (including Peter). “They have Bucky. Location’s very far away from where we all are, so you try to get out of there and go to Asgard with Thor; they’ll try to kidnap you too, and Hydra’s resources are global. No, don’t argue, you screw up, now you do exactly as I say”.

“Do you think they’re the same that hijacked the ship on the first part of the mission?”, asked Loki once you cut the call.

“They might. We have to go get him, there's no other way. The rest of the team comes back tomorrow and they can't leave”.

“No, I have to go”, said Loki. “But I’m supposed to stay with you two and make sure you’re not endangered, and I’m sure if I leave you here all alone, you’ll try to come by your own means”.

“Which means”, you added, “if you take us with you, you can make sure we don’t endanger ourselves”.

“This is a terrible idea”.

“But the only one so far”, you convinced him. “Pete, feeling like going on a dangerous mission?”.

“Hell yeah!”, he said eagerly. Loki was not very fond of his enthusiasm.

“I can do this”, you assured him. “Do you trust me?”.

“Yes”. He didn’t hesitate. “But I don’t trust them. You two will stay behind me facing the danger, alright? Nothing of wanting to play heroes”.

“Got it. Let’s suit up, fellas. Bucky’s waiting”.

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Taking Care Of The Avengers: 10) Tooth Problems

"Ouch! Ow! Help me! Somebody, my mouth is trying to kill me!" Pietro groaned from his bedroom.

Loki was in the next room on the right, Wanda on the left and Thor was right across. Very unfortunate for them as they had to bear Pietro's childish screams at 3 in the morning.

"It hurts! Help me, man!" The speedster groaned loudly again, making the people living near him roll their eyes and lose their precious sleep.

Another yell came, but this time, Loki could not handle it.

"Shut up and go to sleep, you mewling mortal face! I need a good sleep!" He roared.

A small whimper followed, and then silence which made the god smile darkly and then fall back lazily on his bed. A few minutes later, Loki was about to fall asleep again when another loud cry was heard, loud enough for the whole tower to hear it.

It was in half English and half Sokovian, the English words were close to: "Hurts like Sokovian poop on a rock - going to die soon - goodbye, cruel world - play 'Thrift shop' during my funeral."

Loki was about to jump out and beat the little Sokovian speedster when Wanda beat him to the punch.

"Pietro! Go to sleep before I freeze your ugly face!"

"Be quiet, Man of Speed! Your baby cries are very disturbing. Go eat a pop-tart or something. No! Don't eat nay pop-tarts!" Thor yelled quickly as he lay straight on his bed with a disgruntled face.

Everyone else woke up and they all lay awake in bed, wondering what was going on. All except you and Clint who were very heavy sleepers, inheriting such a gene from your father. It also helped that your rooms were the farthest and so, sleep was not disturbed.

Until everyone else started screaming at Pietro to shut up.

And Clint hated it when people woke him up. You had more positive reactions, but your brother would gladly stick an arrow in a person if they so much as tried to wake him up.

"Who in the name of my sweet Baby Hawk's nest dares to wake up the Mother Hawk?!" Clint bellowed angrily and took up his bow and arrow which occupied the left side of his bed and pointed it to the door.

Other than the bow and arrow which occupies his bed, a cute toy nest and chick lay resting on the pillow. He has a bird fetish, you thought and smirked.

Clint ripped the door open, and it almost fell off its hinges. He stalked through the vast hallway, coming to a stop outside the speedster's room. Your brother glared at the door with such hatred that it would've incinerated under his gaze. He kicked the door open, to find Pietro with his face to his pillow and his hands cradling his jaw, crying out like a baby.

"Why are you crying, Pietro? It had better been a good reason or I will rip off your face!" Clint growled angrily as he lowered his weapon.

"My mouth is going to kill me. Tell everyone I love them. I'm going to die! Goodbye forever, my sweet Katniss." Pietro exclaimed dramatically as he stretched his hand out to Clint. He took a shaky breath and then exhaled loudly, letting his hand drop and shutting his eyes.

Clint had a serious problem with people pretending to die. Clint's eyes widened in horror and he stepped forward and grabbed the man's hand and cried out, "No! Don't die!"

Pietro squinted one eye open as Clint continued, "You still owe me a hundred bucks!"

With that, Pietro shut his eye again and laid even more still. A slight dramatic pause ensued until Loki yelled, "He's dead?"

Clint wailed out over-dramatically and answered with a yes.

Another pause. Then, loud cheers and whistles erupted from everyone, who were happily rejoicing at the new silence that would emerge, granting satisfactory sleep. Pietro's eyes snapped open indignantly and he glared at the wall. Clint started shouting happily as soon as his eyes opened.

"He's alive, guys! He's not dead!"

Another pause.

"No!"

"Why!?"

"What happened?"

"I need sleep!"

"Hey, Loki! What're you doing?""

"I'm yelling, obviously, Tin-Man!"

"Okay then!"

"Who's the nut who said that Pietro died? Giving us false hope..."

"I could strike him with Mjolnir and he will fall right back!"

"Me Sleepy. Shut up, all you peoples. Let me sleep before Hulk says hello!"

"Idiots." Pietro said.

Clint rolled his eyes and quickly ran out of the room and entered yours, thinking that it was his. He dive-bombed onto the bed in which you were snugly wrapped, and he landed right on your back.

"What's your problem? I'm trying to sleep so get your ugly face off my bed!" You roared out but Clint just stayed there.

"Ich sagte du get out, du dummkop!" You yelled in half German. (I said to get out, you s***!)

"Who is in your bed? Are you alright?" Loki immediately responded and leaped off his bed to rush to your aid.

"Stop yelling before I shoot everyone!" Natasha screamed angrily and buried herself deeper into her bed. But then she felt her sleep go away and she huffed and got off to make her way to the bathroom.

Loki arrived into your room to find you splayed all over the bed, with Clint spread over your back. You were half sleeping and half groaning as your brother had already fallen asleep.

Loki's face turned beet-red as he watched this, his previous jealousy of a man in your bed vanishing. You peeped out from under the covers and spotted Loki, stretching your hand out to him.

"He's.... Cru-ah-shing meeh!" You gasped out and the god ran to you and knelt before your bed. Clint was groggy and his hand came over you and shoved Loki's face away sloppily. Loki reeled onto the floor on his butt and you giggled.

He gave out a growl and stood up, walking steadily over Clint and then yanked him off you, sending him to the floor with your blanket. Cold air hit you but you didn't mind as you were naturally heated.

Loki, on the other hand, had his natural cool dissipating as he watched you. Your hair was in a messy bun, perfectly framing your face with its lose black strands.

"Thank you, Frosty." You said happily and snuggled your head deeper into the pillow.

Loki nodded and ran out of the room, breathless. Well, he didn't feel sleepy anymore and he snarled. Neither could Thor, Wanda or Pietro. They all made their way out of their rooms at the same time and glanced at each other. Pietro was still holding his hurting jaw.

"What're you doing in (Y/n)'s bedroom?" Wanda asked and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Loki scoffed and stopped a blush from spreading as he answered, "Nothing. Now, can I kill that annoying little bug for disrupting my sleep?" He glared at Pietro, who immediately protested.

"Ifs nof my faulf! My foofh hurfs a wot!" He gibbered with a childishly innocent face.

"What? Speak clearly, or need I use Mjölnir to smash it out of you?" Thor asked, seething.

"I'm so proud, Thor. You take after me."

Thor grinned at his brother and summoned his hammer, earning protests from Wanda and Pietro.

"Fwe onwy way I can sfof cwyinh if if my foofh sfofs hurfinh!" Pietro mumbled, making the gods more impatient.

"You might need to use the hammer now." Loki suggested but Wanda quickly cut him off saying, "My brother says that he will stop crying if his tooth stops hurting him. "

Everyone paused and glanced at each other and then they all turned to Pietro.

"Should we pry the tooth off?" Wanda asked as she made Pietro open his mouth for her to see this teeth. He yelped and tried to push her away.

"I have many ways to do that. But what is the problem exactly?" Loki asked with an evil smirk.

"We should take him to a dentist." Thor said with a half grin as he twirled his hammer in his hands.

The other three looked at him with surprise. "That's the smartest thing you've ever said, Thor." Loki praised.

"Do you really think I'm stupid?" The blond god asked with a smug smile. The other Avengers gave him poker faces and his smile dropped.

"Mean."

Loki chuckled and shook his head. Pietro started whining again, so the four of them made their way to the lounge.

"How do we go to the dentist?'" Loki asked in confusion.

Wanda interrupted him by saying, "It's tooth fairy, not dentist. "

The gods looked at her strangely and she continued, "That's what we call them, I think."

Loki raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

The Maximoffs nodded their heads confidently. Well, Pietro tried to nod his head but it came out like a cow shaking his head.

She and Pietro never understood the basic concepts or names as they never had schooling. So they didn't really know much except how to kick people's butts in fights.(I know it's not true, but my stories are mainly comedy so roll with it.)

"We need someone to take us there. But none of the others are awake. What do we do now?" Thor asked as he slumped on a chair dramatically and then spotted a pop-tart. He rushed to it and stuffed the sweet in his mouth, chomping loudly.

Loki turned his mouth up in disgust and started thinking, "We could always use that moving carriage. It seems decent enough. "

"Buf we donf know how fu fwive if." Pietro said in conflict.

Loki slumped his shoulders and gave the speedster a flat look. He then turned to Wanda. "Translate. "

The Scarlet Witch rolled her eyes and said, "He says that we don't know how to drive it."

Loki nodded, his hands clasped together with the index fingers up and against each other. He placed them below his lips as he thought. "I've seen the others use it easily. How hard could it be?"

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Turns out, it was way harder than he perceived it to be.

"Oh my gosh! Sfof fihs fiece of mefal now!" Pietro yelled at the top of his voice as the car lurched yet again, going over the side walk and nearing side swiping pedestrians. A few people screamed from the roads, but none of them reached the level of the dazed Avengers in the car, fearing for their lives.

They had been on the road for five minutes now with no clue as to where they were headed. Loki had somehow started the engine and took off at an alarming speed, making the others shit scared.

They had dashed post boxes, hydrants and nearly other people and cars, but luckily they dodged, still not stopping and moving crazily on the roads. It's a wonder the police didn't pull them over yet.

"Stop! I command thee to stop now! Why is this infernal iron contraption not listening?" Loki growled in angrily as he banged the steering wheel, earning a honk from the car. The god flinched and placed his hands back on the wheel, twisting it swiftly to the right so that the car took a sharp right turn, making everyone in the car fall on one side of the car.

"Ow! Gef off me, Fhor!" Pietro mumbled as he was smashed by Thor and the door of the car.

"Can you drive any worse!?" Wanda shouted at the mischievous god. He smirked.

"Oh yes, I can."

And with that, he somehow pressed the accelerator and the car zoomed forward, gaining speed up to 200km/hr. Everyone in the car was screaming for their lives while everyone outside was pretty much doing the same.

"Stop, brother! I feel dizzy! " Thor yelled in distress and held his head as everyone rocked madly from side to side.

"Take me home! I want to go home!" Wanda cried out and let out a scream as Loki immediately took a u-turn.

"Me foo! I wanna go back! " Pietro wailed with his sister. Thor soon joined in the crying and they all wept with their hands either holding the seats or their heads.

Loki was the only one enjoying this. Mischief, mayhem and complete fun. He didn't want it to end. But on another note, it was definitely not any better to have fun at the cost of three wailing idiots.

"Fine. I'm taking you back." Loki confirmed with a frown and slowly decreased the speed unintentionally and within a short ten minutes, they were on the main road to the Tower.

As they approached it, Loki zoomed straight to the garage and made the car go in twists. The three Avengers screamed out in horror with wide eyes as Loki laughed happily. The car took a last spin and it ended up parked perfectly in a vacant spot at the garage.

"So, how was it?" Loki asked calmly with a grin as he glanced at the others.

Thor had his hand set on his hammer, knuckles white. Wanda had a hand on her chest above her heart and Pietro held his head and jaw, looking up with wide eyes to meet Loki's calm green ones.

They were all breathing heavily, Loki feeling more exhilarated than scared.

"Never. Do that again." Thor stated in a dazed expression and then yanked the door open and ran quickly to his room. Wanda and Pietro followed suit and Loki just shrugged and made his way up to the lounge.

He entered the large room to see no one except Natasha.

She looked up indifferently and asked, "Hey, what's up with Thor and the Maximoffs? They looked like they've been through a death ride. "

Loki smirked and shrugged his shoulders. 'If only she knew' he thought.

After breakfast, everyone gathered around a large computer screen with Tony operating it. He had called everyone to watch a viral video.

"What's this about, Stark?" Bucky asked as he flexed his arms in boredom

Tony chuckled and said, "It's about some idiot who didn't know how to drive his car. Just this morning, the dude went haywire."

"I'm sorry, what?" Loki snapped, making everyone look at him. Wanda shook her head at him and he apologized and sat down with a red face. Everyone watched the video and burst out laughing. Everyone except Thor, Pietro and Wanda. They just shuddered at the experience.

"You know, the people in the car look a lot like - oh come on!" Clint exclaimed in surprise.

"What is it, Clint?" You asked curiously and your brother made Tony pause at a certain part and zoom in.

"Please tell me that's not them." You said as you tried to stifle laughs.

"Show me." Bruce barged to the front and gasped at the footage.

It was the car with Loki at the driver's seat, sporting a grin like a mad man. The car was literally on the right sides wheels only, with Wanda riding shotgun. Her face was smashed to the window with her hands. In the back seat, Pietro was there with Thor crushing him to the door. Both of them were also smashed on the window. The three had scared expressions while Loki seemed to be enjoying every second.

"Oops." Loki muttered and covered his face with his hands.

"Guys, d you have something to tell us?" Natasha asked with her hands on her hips as she face the four of them.

"No." Loki gave a cheeky grin, which was soon wiped off when the other Avengers stepped in front of him sternly.

Except you and Tony. You two were trying so hard not to laugh.

Didn't work.

You both fell to the ground laughing like hyenas. You were clutching your stomach and gasping so hard that it hurt. Tony was grinning and chuckling on the floor.

"Oh, that was amazing!" Tony exclaimed as he tried to stop laughing because it hurt so bad.

"How are you guys not laughing?" You asked as you laughed. The others also started chuckling. But the three Avengers who had to face the death-ride were glaring.

"Explain. Please." Bucky asked after the laughing ceased.

"Pietro needed to go to the tooth-fairy." Wanda said nonchalantly. With that, everyone again fell to the floor laughing.

"This day just gets better!" Steve commented as he guffawed.

"What's so funny?" Thor asked in confusion. The four of them were sitting on the couch and watching the others in complete confusion.

"Tooth fairy! I did not see that coming!" Clint gasped out as another round of laughs commenced.

"Hey! Fats my cafh phase!" Pietro said indignantly.

"Translate." Loki was sick of the others laughing for no reason.

"He says that it's his catchphrase."

After everyone stopped laughing, the explanation came from Thor and Loki.

"Come on, Pietro. I'll fix your tooth." Bruce offered and the speedster followed the scientists to the labs happily.

You shook your head. "Next time you guys need a lift, tell one of us."

"Will do, (Y/n). Will do." Thor commented and then went to he kitchen for pop-tarts. Wanda seemed shaken up, so Natasha ushered her into the kitchen for a drink.

Bucky slapped Loki on his head. "Don't do anything stupid again, kapeesh?"

The mischievous god winced and glared at the super soldier. He was about to lunge at him when you stepped forward.

"Let's go, Loki." You ordered and pulled him by his ear. Loki started protesting as you dragged him to sit in front of the TV.

"That's right, (Y/n). Take him." Tony whispered to Steve, who giggled like a school girl.

Bucky followed you and started playing with your hair. He did so many hairstyles that you wondered how he even learnt such things.

"YouTube. "

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