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maladaptive-ninja-returns · 4 years

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My Pleasure (One Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings:getting choked in my sleep because someone could not take the slow burn anymore

Word Count: All this time I cannot believe I have been falling for the trap of my own thoughts of not being productive for my future when encouraging others to take it easy as productivity is not a norm you need to fulfill in this quarantine. AND I’M nOT eVEn in quaRatINE!!! Relax woman! We will do another degree! But stop killing yourself over and over again by thinking about it!!!

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"You know it wouldn't hurt your legs and arms to help me out with breakfast!" You looked up and out of the window and sigh. The clock screaming nine am did not help at all when you groan at the start of your day. "I have to study, mom," you growl to yourself, trying to get back into the zone and complete this one chapter you've been putting off because of all the chores around the house. "Y/N!" The pencil was about to snap when you slammed your books and notebooks close and packed them up. The steam was already packing inside your head when you came out of your room with your bag slung over your shoulder, ready to walk out of the house with no eye contact whatsoever.

"Hey, Hippie Hippo, come for breakfast," Don called out as he switched off his PlayStation to do the tiresome job of walking ten feet to the breakfast table. You were already walking past him to the front door. "Oh my God, he just said something. Don't ignore him like that, you moron," Randy yelled from the breakfast table. "Not having breakfast, you moron. I gotta study!" You replied, trying to control your temper as much as you could. "Hey! Stop talking like that to your brother," the mother called out, her voice laced with no love at all. "He is not my brother," you announced before clicking the door open only to have it shut back by the figure standing in front of you. Those menacing eyes only reminded you of all the moments as a child when you were never given what you wanted. "You will do as your mother says." Your chest started to feel heavy; your breaths shallow and your pulse quite prominent inside your head. "No." You shook your head with tears in your eyes. "I won't. I don't want to. I don't want to do any of this. I just want to get out of this hell hole." The man took a step towards you and you flinched. "Is that how you talk to your father you ungrateful child?!" "I bet it's because of those boys she keeps hanging out with," the mother hisses from the table. "Become a rotten child as she's growing up. You will do as you are told and nothing more, missy." The scream leaving you was inhuman. The tears are hotter than the fires of hell. Years and years of pent up emotions just trying to find a way out. For a moment there it felt like you could blow this place apart but the second your lungs gave up, you opened the door and ran. You ran out into the grey corridor and kept running till you found the elevator. The war inside your head was too much to bear for this little heart. But you still tried to breathe life back into you and darted across the lounge and towards the dorms, not stopping till you made it safely to the familiar room; your room. The sight of your things helped bring your swirling thoughts to a standstill- enough to let your brain command your legs to walk towards the bathroom, click the door open, turn the shower on and sit down in the shower space with your knees as close to your chest. The years came down easily. The faucet had been opened and there wasn't much that could stop it till it got tired or your eyes ran out of water. Sometimes the smallest of inconveniences and the smallest of negligence worked like the perfect crack to bring down the entire dam. Years and years of love lost to reasons you did not know seemed to wash down with the mirk into the drain. The life built around you feeling like a hollow act put up without your knowledge. The sandcastles built near the sea washed away with one eventful tide. And here you were, sitting in a corner with swollen eyes under the cold shower crumpled up, not knowing what to do with your life. The click is loud enough for your ears to know someone has entered the space. The tap of the glass to make way for someone makes your hair rise on your shoulders. You don't want anyone in your vicinity right now. That's what your mind screams internally but the moment cold fingers move your hair strands away from your face, the rage melts away and a want starts to build up in your heart. Your blurry eyes looked up at your company and the green eyes sang back to you with emotions that swirled the perfect way with your internal whirlpools. Your head is already leaning into the cold touch of Loki's palm, wanting to stay there forever, take as much time for this heart to heal. "My whole life was a lie," you whimper into his hand; to which he turns to you, soaking with water as much as you, cupping your face and gently stroking your cheek. "And it's not your fault." "Then why do they make it seem like that?!" "Hey hey hey," he shushed you, bringing you closer to his chest, your flushed face feeling the relief of that icy chest. "We don't get to choose our first family, love," he declared softly, "but we do get to choose our second, our third, our final families." His fingers drove away those stubborn strands from the other side, letting the cold touch caressed your jaw till your breaths calmed down and your heartbeat came back to its steady. "We get to choose who we love." The sudden shiver inside your chest felt dream-like; your soul feeling the flutter down to its very existence. And with that mellifluous call, you looked up at that dense forest of eyes hiding all the untouched and untethered love for someone. In that passing second, it felt like fate dancing around you, singing a tune that struck the right strings in your heart, taking you with it into a trance you did not want to get out of. So, you let your hand ground itself on that chiselled cheek to draw it closer and kiss those inviting lips. It is wrong on so many levels in your head. But then again, your head never gave you a day's rest to think straight. Your heart, on the other hand, blossoming to its full, about to burst with a whole multicolour light show of emotions. It was an internal war between keeping your eyes shut to let this moment last for eternity and opening them to know if Loki felt the same way. Your fear of having fears won over the need to escape and your eyes opened to know the reality however it came. Those dense forests in Loki's eyes that had seemed enchanting a few seconds ago were now fully blown out, experiencing a blackout. That black hole grew bigger with the dawn of a new feeling and no more minute was wasted to bring those wanting lips back onto your intense one. Hot hands met the brisk neck and cold ones wrapped themselves around the scalding waist hungry for a taste of a foreign skin. The shower water rained down on the hyped-up bodies wanting to feel as much of the other under those clothes stuck to them as a tongue stuck on an icicle- uncomfortable for both. And so the need for more brought out the grunting urge to rip away Loki's buttoned shirt while he did away with your grey tee without any remorse. Oh, the smooth crash of skin on skin! The brush of his lips on your neck while your hands went down to his pants to undo the belt. "Y/N," you heard him breathe between the sweet bites he was leaving on your shoulder. "Yes," you barely breathed out the word as a prayer for more. So. Much. More. "Y/N," he called out your name again, making your core twist and turn in anticipation as his tongue traced a path up to your neck. "Oh Gods, Loki," you moaned. "Y/N." His voice came with a jerk to your shoulders, forcing you to open your eyes from that delicately delicious dance to find yourself in your bed with Loki, Scott and Vision hovering over you; concern painted on their face right and left. "Aaah," a throaty wail left your lungs before your dry throat started coughing and brought your duvet up till your neck. "What the h-ack, ahem, what the hell are you guys doing?!" Your wreck of heartbeat was beating one anxious beat in your ear, not wanting to meet the eyes that you had just dreamed about. Ah, fuck me! "What?" Loki asked, confused, dropping that fear bomb once again inside you. Can he read my thoughts? "What?" you reflected back, blinking with an IQ of a dumb fish. "You were screaming in your dream," Scott finally added, bringing his hand to your head to check your temperature, "we got worried." "Were you having a bad dream?" Vision asked with the curiosity of a researcher looking at his lab mouse. "Bad dream? Oh, yeah, it did start as one," you whispered to yourself. "Were there ghosts? Or zombies" Scott asked. "Were there aliens?" Vision wondered, bending a little closer. "Stop it, you two," Loki announced, his arms crossed across his chest as he stood at the foot of your bed, "you are making it hard for her." Title of your sex tape. A gasp left your lungs. Title of our sex tape! And with that very thought, your eyes met his, pausing your breaths to bring out an incoherent squirming noise while the duvet slowly travelled up your chest to your neck and then your jaw. "Why is she screaming like a mouse?" Vision looked at Scott. "Oh, honey, you are hot. Loki, help her out." The squirming increased in amplitude. "What is wrong with her? Y/N, are you having difficulty functioning properly?" You shook your head to get all those images out of your horny brain. "She's fine. I think she's still trying to come to reality," Scott explained with not much confidence. You winced and felt yourself drawing back into your sheets. "How about you turn yourself on and off again?" Vision advised with pure innocence in his eyes. "What?! Vision?!" "What? You tell me to do that when I seem to be overloaded or stimulated the wrong way." "Please don't use the word stimulated." "Alright, everyone! Out! Now!" Loki's declaration made you jump where you lay while the other two quietly walked out of the room. "Finally," you could hear Scott say under his breath as he took one last look form the edge of your door and smiled a mischievous smile. Loki turned back to you, inhaling a lungful. Oh no. "Tell me what happened." For that soft request, you would have given your heart to your new friend any other day. But today it was a nightmare. Your heart wanted to come out of your mouth, take your face and slap it hard. "Tell me, or I will see for it myself with magic," he mentioned casually. "I had a nightmare," you blurted out. "It's fine. It's over." Loki waited for a few seconds before sitting down by the edge, at a considerable distance from you. Oh, God. Oh my God. "I had a dream about my...not so biological parents? It was nothing. I was...having some sort of flashback. Some really not so happy flashback." You looked down at the duvet while your head hung on your knees. It was not asked for but a pale hand came into view with a glass of water. Taking the glass in your hands, the brush of his cold fingers brought back the wet dream like a rush of ocean waves hitting your straight around your legs to push you back till your butt made an impact with the sand. "Oh fuck me," you whispered under you breathe while going for a swig of that water again. "Thanks-" you looked at Loki with gratitude- "for the water." Giving you your favourite smirk, he got to go out of your room. "My pleasure," he stated, stopping to turn around by the door and give you a quirky brow, "and you are welcome for the water."

...yeah your heart just died.

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