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Bloodied and Broken - Part 17

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 4018

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Summary: Loki has fallen from the Bifrost, a disgraced prince. He meets Angela Lawrence, a SHIELD agent who helps him, but can he let go of his scorn? Or will he betray the only person who is on his side?

Part 16 - Part 18

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The sound of music flowed from beyond the bathroom door. Angela was getting ready for their night out, singing along to the upbeat song.

Loki smiled fondly listening to her while sitting out in the living room. Angela seemed to have a penchant for singing. She sang along with the car radio every car ride, and he could even hear singing while she showered in the morning. She took to humming while doing menial tasks. Loki never minded, her voice was pleasing to listen to, even when she was speaking.

He could hear the hinges on the bathroom door creak as it was opened; the music getting louder as it flowed more freely. "Loki?" Angela called.

"Yes?" He replied, turning his head towards her.

"Could you grab my lip gloss? It's in my room by Luke Jr."

His brow furrowed in confusion, "Who?"

Loki walked towards her room, noticing she left the restroom door slightly ajar. She was still getting ready, applying some product to her eyes.

"You know, the snake you won for me. I named him Luke Jr. He's on my dresser," she explained.

"And why not Loki Jr.?" He questioned.

"Loki Jr. is the little alien," she said simply.

He muttered under his breath cursing that damned alien. What she didn't know was that he banished it to another place while she was at work this morning.

Loki continued on into her room and immediately spotted the snake plush coiled on top of her dresser. Next to it, he found a pile of cosmetics. He picked up the tube of lip gloss from the pile and made his way back to her.

Taking the few steps from her door to the restroom, he handed her the lip gloss through the door. She was applying something to her eyelashes now so it took her a moment to acknowledge the offering. She plucked it from his fingers with a grateful smile, "Thank you, you're the best!"

Rolling his eyes playfully, he made his way back to his spot on the couch.

For someone who joked about him taking forever, she sure took her time. Once Loki finished getting dressed and fixing his hair, he was ready. Angela on the other hand, was not.

The music from the bathroom stopped, and Angela emerged from inside. She wore a pretty, blue top that bared her shoulders and a pair of black shorts that ended at the top of her thighs. Her necklace sat at the column of her throat. Her makeup was beautifully done.

He hummed appreciatively, "You look wonderful, love."

She preened at the praise, warmth spreading through her cheeks. She shot him a flirtatious smile, "Well, thank you handsome."

He returned the smile, eyes alight. “Are you ready?” he asked, holding out his arm for her to take.

Nodding, she grabbed his arm eagerly. They stopped momentarily to grab a purse that matched her outfit, her keys, and headed out the door.

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The seat under Loki shook from the music’s vibrations. People were speaking loudly to one another, others laughing, and some even singing along to the music. The smell of alcohol permeated the air. It reminded him of the taverns he and his brother frequented in Asgard. Dim, warm lights blanketed the space. It was enough for him to see everyone that currently occupied the same corner booth as him and Angela.

Seated to his left were Jane and Darcy. To his right was Angela. Next to her was a man named Clint Barton, and Erik Selvig.

He and Angela had gotten here about thirty minutes ago, and Angela happily introduced him to everyone. Jane and Darcy he already knew. They both greeted him with sweet smiles.

If only they knew who he truly was, he was sure those smiles wouldn’t be so sweet.

Dr. Selvig, he also knew. Loki remembered seeing him with Thor whilst he sat on the throne. But to Selvig this was the first time they had met, and Loki played the part wonderfully. He shook Selvig’s hand and smiled widely at the man and asked him what he had his degree in.

The only person Loki didn’t know was Clint. And it was Clint he was most weary of. The moment Angela spotted the man she gave him a lingering hug.

If Loki thought himself jealous before at the carnival, it was nothing compared to how it felt seeing her in the arms of that man.

Angela had pulled away and introduced them. The handshake with Selvig was nothing like this one. Clint was clearly sizing him up, despite being a good five inches shorter than Loki. Loki played it cool, returning the favor. Clint was attractive, but average. He had seen many men that looked like him all over this city when they went out before. Surely Angela could do better.

Because of that, Loki decided to keep Angela within arm’s reach for the rest of the night. Even now, she sat next to him and his arm was around the back of the booth, around her essentially. Angela leaned against him, hand resting on his thigh as she spoke to Darcy. It was hard to keep his eyes off Angela. Her curly hair was down; it bounced with every move she made. She laughed at something someone said and he was bewitched.

“So, Luke,” Darcy's voice broke his trance. He turned to look at her; she was sipping on a martini, glancing up at him with curious eyes. "You said you were here for work, right? What do you do?”

Loki smiled and took a sip on the drink that was in his hand. Midgardian alcohol would barely have an effect on him, but it helped him blend in. Earlier in the day, he and Angela came up with a cover story for him. He easily fell into the role. “I’m a professor. I teach Norse mythology. There was a first edition copy of the Poetic Edda here in Albuquerque, but sadly I lost the auction," he explained.

He saw Jane flinch next to Darcy when he spoke, but he paid no mind.

Darcy hummed in disappointment, "That sucks."

Shrugging, he turned his gaze to Angela. "It's not that big of a deal, at least I got something out of this trip. Spending time with Angela has more than made up for it."

Angela snorted loudly, then took a sip of her drink when he feigned offense.

"Speaking of which, how did you two meet?" Darcy asked, eyes alight watching their interactions. Being the God of Mischief, he easily detected the mischief in her tone.

The pressure on his thigh for Angela's palm increased as she leaned over him again to get slightly closer to Darcy. "We met at a bookstore."

A soft smile appeared on his face, he could easily imagine the two of them meeting at a book shop. “Yes, we met trying to buy the last copy of a Shakspeare play," he added, playing into the story. "I, being a gentleman, let her buy it.”

Angela gave him a look of exaggerated surprise, "Since when are you a gentleman?"

He gave her a cocky smirk, "I'm always a gentleman."

She rolled her eyes at him.

His cocky grin quickly morphed into an affectionate smile when he caught her eye. She matched it quickly before looking away and listening to something Clint was saying.

Loki soon turned his attention back to Darcy, “And what is it that you do, Darcy?”

Darcy shrugged, "I'm just an intern for Dr. Selvig and Jane. I’m also a political science student, but I’m thinking about changing my major to astrophysics.”

“I’m sure that would be a good fit for you considering you work with two amazing astrophysicists already.”

She chuckled at him, "He's a charmer, this one."

Angela joined in on her laughter, "Oh yeah, a real Prince Charming.”

Loki ducked his head, then pinched Angela’s thigh in reprimand. She just laughed harder in response.

“So, Luke, how long are you planning on staying here?” Clint asked. He was staring at Loki like a hawk, trying to discern Loki’s motive.

“I’m in no real rush to leave,” Loki replied absently. “It’s rather beautiful here--” his gaze dropped to Angela for a brief moment, then back up to Clint, “--the exact opposite of what I know.”

“Oh, I know! Why don’t you come to Puente?” Darcy suggested eagerly.

If he hadn't been so close to Angela he wouldn’t have felt her tense immensely. Carefully, he lowered the arm that was draped on the back of the booth to wrap around her shoulder. He ran his thumb over her shoulder in a comforting gesture. In return, she gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze.

“Puente?” He asked carefully.

“Puente Antiguo,” Jane clarified. “It was destroyed not too far back. They need all the help they can get to help rebuild. So far they’ve mostly done houses, but the library still needs volunteers and so does the diner and the pet shop. You can volunteer if you want. We’ll be there tomorrow, and so will Angela.”

“Well I--” Angela stuttered. She took a deep sip of her drink, finishing it off. “I won’t be there the entire time, but if he wants to he can go.”

Puente Antiguo must have been the town he had destroyed. Could he face what he had done? This was his chance to make amends, but was he truly ready for that? “I’ll think about it,” he decided.

“I’m going to get me another drink, anybody else want one?” Angela asked suddenly. Everyone shook their heads and she slid out of the booth after Erik and Clint moved out of her way.

It wasn’t long after Angela scurried off that Darcy turned her attention back to Loki.

“You two make a cute couple,” she commented lightly.

Loki sputtered momentarily, “We’re not–”

“We know,” Clint assured.

“But you two seem good for each other. You’re good for her,” Jane added.

“I’ve known Angela for years now,” Clint began, “She’s always been very reserved about everything. We’re friends, but she’s never been so open. Not until you’ve been around.”

Loki felt his cheeks fill with warmth. Was that true? He took a look at Angela who was standing at the bar, then stopped cold. Her hands were crossed across her chest as some man leaned next to her at the bar. Annoyance didn’t cover what he saw on her face.

“Excuse me for a moment,” he began to move, urging the ladies to move quickly, and made his way over to Angela.

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“Hey baby, what’s a man gotta do to get your number?”

Angela couldn’t help but to roll her eyes at the man as he spoke to her at the bar. He had already asked to buy her a drink, which she refused. And now he wouldn’t leave her alone. Usually by now she would have threatened any man that refused to take no for an answer, but tonight she wasn’t trying to start a barroom brawl and get the entire group kicked out. This was a get together to send off Clint and Erik. It wasn’t the time nor place to start a fight.

“Come on, now you’re not even going to say anything?”

Though she really wanted to start a fight.

Maybe if she continued to ignore him, he would leave. It wasn’t likely, but she was going to give it a try. She promptly turned to face the bar, searching for the bartender. The bartender was at the far end of the bar, engaged with an entire group of people that were demanding shots.

Fuck.

“You got a boyfriend? You’re too pretty not to have a boyfriend,” he leered, trying to block her line of sight.

Good, an out. “Yes, I do,” Angela lied, sliding away from him.

“Well he’s dumb as hell for not being glued to your side,” the man commented. “You deserve better, baby. You deserve a man that would buy you all of your drinks.”

Angela groaned at his tenacity. “Look, asshat, I’m not interested. I told you I have a boyfriend. And even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t date someone like you.”

He just chuckled at her. “Now come on, there’s no need to play hard to get. I don’t see your boyfriend,” he made a show of looking around, “Where is he at?”

A large shadow appeared from behind the stubborn man.

“He’s right here.” Loki’s tone was as cold as ice and as sharp as steel.

Angela’s eyes widened in surprise at Loki’s sudden appearance. If looks could kill, the man would have been dead immediately from Loki’s hostile gaze. It was as if his eyes were spitting venom at the man. Loki towered over this man, looming over him like an omen of death. She could sense his power radiating off of him, a clear warning to back the hell up unless you wanted to get hurt.

The man shrunk back, a brief expression of fear crossed his face before he nodded and took another step back.

For some reason her heart beat faster in her chest. Not out of fear, that was certain. Why was Loki extremely hot when he was being intimidating?

‘Shit, am I drooling?’ Angela quickly righted herself. Playing along was the best course of action. She put on her best flirty face, and smiled. “There you are, sweetie.”

Loki continued to burn a hole through the man with his eyes. Eventually the man got the memo and walked off quickly.

With him gone, Loki’s whole demeanor changed. His facial features softened, and his eyes filled with concern as they landed on her. He stepped over to her and grasped her hand, linking his fingers through hers. “Are you alright?”

Squeezing his hand, she reassured him, “Yeah, I’m cool. He couldn’t hurt me if he tried. I just didn’t want to start a fight tonight, so I told him I had a boyfriend. I’m glad you came though.”

“Of course. I saw how upset you looked, and I wouldn’t allow that to continue.”

She could hear her heart beating out of her chest. Usually, she handled everything herself, people rarely lifted a finger to help her. Yet here he came, just to make sure someone wouldn’t continue to upset her.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Angela whispered. “But…” she led, casting her eyes down, warmth creeping up her neck as she thought of how attractive it was.

Loki stepped closest, and leaned his head down, trying to catch her eye. “But?”

“But… it was kind of hot,” she confessed, licking her lips. She caught his gaze again, through her lashes. “I forgot how intimidating you can be.”

He laughed and she found herself leaning in towards him, trying to be closer to the wonderful sound. “And I take it you fancy intimidating men?”

“Maybe,” she said coyly. Gazing away from him she noticed the pushy guy eyeing them closely. She didn’t make eye contact with the man so she quickly looked back up at Loki who now had a questioning look on his face. Subtly, she took her hand out of Loki’s and placed Loki’s hands on her hips.

For a moment she felt Loki tense up, then he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close to his chest. So close she could still feel how he was breathing slightly faster than usual. His breath ghosted past her ear, causing goosebumps to break out across her body.

“He’s still watching us,” she whispered to Loki.

Loki nodded slowly as to not give anything away, he just held her tighter.

She looked up at him, “You’ll stay with me right?”

He gave her a breathtaking, soft smile, “Of course, love.”

Hopefully he couldn’t feel how hard her heart was beating.

The bartender finally made his way over to them, apologizing about the long wait, and Angela smiled appreciatively at him. She sure could use another drink right now.

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Time passed by quickly, and by the end of the night it wasn’t hard for Loki to tell that Angela was drunk. Not belligerently drunk, more tispy. She was far less reserved now. As it turned out, Angela was an affectionate drunk. Usually, she stopped at holding his hand. Perhaps a squeeze here or there. While she was drunk however, there wasn’t a moment where she wasn’t pressed up against him, or her hand on his person somewhere.

Right now, she tucked herself close to his left side; thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder. Her left hand cradled her drink, while her right hand was grasping his hand in his lap. He didn't mind one bit, in fact he wished that she was more like this while she wasn’t in an inebriated state.

Angela took the last sip of her drink, and Loki gave her hand a squeeze, “It’s getting rather late,” he commented.

And it was. Selvig had left about thirty minutes prior, claiming he was too old to stay out all night. Many others in the bar had left, only a few stragglers still remained, which happened to include the rest of their little group.

“Yeah, we should head out,” Jane agreed while picking up her purse.

Darcy soon followed suit, “Yeah, bye guys. It was nice to see you again, Luke.”

Clint clapped him on the shoulder, “Yeah nice to meet you. Don’t let her drive, alright?”

Loki nodded towards him as everyone made their way out. Waves, and goodbyes were said and finally it was just him and Angela. Or so he thought.

One moment he hears her gasp loudly, the next she takes off.

Puzzled, Loki briskly followed her across the street. “Angela!” he called.

How she could move so quickly in those heels, he had no idea, but she was fast. Whatever she was after must have been important, he thought.

Except when he caught up with her, she was standing in front of a truck, the word “TACOS” printed across the side. She spoke to the man in another language before turning to him.

Her lips were pursed into a pout, big brown eyes beseeching. “Do you have any cash on you? They only take cash,” she asked, her tone almost a whine.

Loki knew the ‘puppy dog eyes’ route very well. He had used it himself many times, but never did he think he would be on the receiving end of it, and have it work on him. For some reason he had a hard time telling her no. So, he reached in his back pocket and summoned some cash for her. “How much?”

The pout was immediately gone and she beamed up at him, the simples in her cheeks deepening as she did so. “A dollar per taco. Can I have two?”

Loki nodded, plucking the bills out of his wallet.

“Did you want some?” She asked, the gasp, “Wait you’ve never had tacos, you’ve got to try them! They’re amazing!”

Her enthusiasm was infectious. “Alright,” he said as he smiled at her. She was a rather happy-go-lucky drunk too. Loki handed the man four dollars, two for her, and two for him.

She threw her arms around him for a quick hug, “Thank you!”

He squeezed her side, “My pleasure, darling.”

Pulling away from the hug, she looked into his eyes with a shy smile, “I love it when you call me that.”

Loki opened his mouth to respond, but the man in the truck called them for the food. Angela’s eyes lit up and she hastily made her way to grab the food. She handed him his, and she began to eat hers. There was nowhere to sit so they stood and ate. Angela practically scarfed hers down as if she hadn’t eaten in days.

She wiped her face with a napkin as he finished off the last bit of his food, “Are you ready to go home?”

He nodded and they made their way towards her car. “I’ll drive, love.”

She stopped in her tracks. “But you can’t even drive,” she protested.

He chuckled and opened the passenger door for her, “Worry not, I’ll be using magic, darling.” He offered her his hand to help her in the large car.

She eyed him for a moment, before accepting his hand and sliding into the seat without any fuss.

He shut the door behind her and climbed into the driver’s seat. He let his seidr flow from his fingertips and into the car. It started up and began moving.

Angela had nestled herself into the seat comfortably, and gave him a smile. “Your magic is so cool.”

“Well thank you darling. It wasn’t as appreciated in Asgard.”

“Well, Asgard is dumb, because that shit is amazing,” she declared.

He laughed at her.

“Does it know where to go?” she questioned.

“I know how we go here, so yes, it does,” he answered easily.

A low hum of approval came from her as she wrapped her arms around herself, getting more comfortable. “Bet,” she mumbled.

Loki kept his hands on the wheels as the car began to drive. She was silent, so he cast a glance over to her and found her asleep. Her head rested on the back of the headrest, mouth slightly agape. He smiled fondly, and turned his attention back to the passing streets and streetlights.

It didn’t take long for them to arrive home, Angela snoozing the entire time. Loki silently exited his side of the car, and came over and opened her door. He reached for her and she jerked awake the moment he touched her.

“Relax, darling, it’s me,” he soothed. She peered at him through sleepy eyes. “I’m taking you inside,” he explained, then scooped her up bridal style in his arms.

“I can walk,” she complained, but as she said it, she laid her head on his chest.

He smirked, “It’s alright, darling, I’ve got you.” His magic flared, opening the door.

Angela snuggled closer and giggled, “It’s cold.”

His magic closed the door behind him as he passed through the living room and then the hallway. He took her straight to her room, “ALright, darling, off to bed with you.”

She nodded slowly, too drained to really argue with him.

He laid her on the bed gingerly.

Angela groaned loudly, rubbing her hands across her face. “I don’t want to have to change,” she whined.

Laughing, Loki flicked his wrist, changing her clothes to her sleeping garments. Her clothing from the night materialized in her hamper and her heels appeared back inside of her closet.

Angela stared down at herself in confusion before relief washed across her features. She stood quickly and gave him a tight hug, “You’re the best,” she whispered.

He patted her back. “I knew you’d come around to that conclusion sooner or later,” he teased.

She pulled away to stare into his eyes, “I don’t know why you’re so sweet to me, Loki, but I appreciate it,” her voice was thick with emotion.

He smiled gently at her. “You’ve also been kind, of course I would treat you as such.”

She leaned it, closer to his face, to his lips, and he realized she was about to kiss him. He leaned away, letting her lips hit his cheek again. She was drunk. He couldn’t take advantage of her, no matter how much he wanted to kiss her.

She jerked back, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry, Loki -- I thought--”

“Angela--” he tried to explain.

“--no, it’s okay. I’m sorry. We should, I should go to bed. I may have had too much. Just-- just go, alright? We can just forget about this.”

“Angela…” he tried again.

“Please,” she cut him off once again.

He sat back, and tried his hardest to catch her eye, but she kept her eyes firmly down. “As you wish,” he murmured. “Goodnight, darling.”

She didn’t respond, and he felt the silence when he shut the door behind him. Hopefully in the morning he would be able to fix this.

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Angela Lawrence (OC)

#i needed some inspo so here's this moodboard #angela lawrence #oc #original character

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 16

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 3403

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 15 - Part 17

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“So, Erik is going with you?” Darcy asked the next day at work.

Angela hummed in response, not really paying the current conversation any mind. Every word had gone in one ear, and straight out of the other. Whether or not Darcy was speaking to her, Angela had no idea.

She sat at her make-shift desk that was a mess; papers strewn about, her laptop opened, and her cup of coffee on top. All morning, she tried her hardest to read over the briefing reports for tomorrow’s expedition to Thor’s landing site. But her mind kept slipping. Back to last night. Back to Loki.

“Yep, we leave tomorrow afternoon.” Clint responded.

Angela idly flipped her pen between her fingers as she sat there in thought.

She had trouble falling asleep last night. She spent most of the night overthinking things. Should she have kissed him on the cheek? What exactly was this thing going on between them? Where was it going to go? What happened to Loki in the mirror maze? What was that all about?

And of course, she had no answers, so she fell asleep unsatisfied. Then she awoke to the sight of the snake he won her on the dresser, and everything came back full force. With a major lack of enthusiasm Angela began the day. By the time she had finished her morning routine, Loki still hadn’t awakened, which worried her. She peeked her head in to see him asleep, so she left him. But her intuition told her something was wrong, but she dismissed it and chalked it up to him being tired like she was. He didn’t have a job to get to, so what stopped him from sleeping in?

“Well, that sucks. It’ll be boring without you guys here, but at least we can have fun at the bar, right Angela?” Darcy asked.

Maybe she should text him and see if he’s ok?

“Angela?” Darcy called her. Yet to Angela it was like Darcy wasn’t there at all.

What did she even say to him after last night?

“Earth to Angela!” Darcy tried again.

Did she completely ignore everything and act like it was an outing between friends when it definitely felt more? It felt like he was trying to woo her.

“Agent Lawrence!” Barton barked.

Immediately Angela sat straight, dropped her pen, and snapped back to reality. Her attention turned to Clint at once. “Yes?” she asked primly.

“You alright there?” Clint asked, concern laced in his tone.

She chuckled awkwardly, her free hand coming up to play with her necklace unconsciously. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she reassured them.

Darcy gave her a dubious look, “You’ve been spaced out all day, and it’s not even lunchtime.”

“And that’s not like you,” Clint added.

She brushed their concern aside with a wave of her hand, “I’m cool guys, I just had a long night.”

At this, Darcy perked up. “Oh?” she asked slyly.

Angela sighed loudly at her. The last thing she needed was other people clouding up her thoughts.

“What did you do?” Darcy asked, eyes alight.

“Went to the carnival that’s in town for the week,” she answered. “It was fun.”

Clint arched his brow, “Alone?”

“No, I went with a friend.”

Darcy eyed her shrewdly, “Was this friend Luke?”

Angela glared at her but said nothing. She really didn’t appreciate this new tag-team.

“And was he the one who gave you that necklace you’ve been wearing every day now?” Clint continued.

Her hand dropped once she realized she was playing with it. Of course, Clint would be the one to notice she wore this necklace every day. “Yes,” she admitted.

Walking closer, Darcy inspected the necklace then let out an appreciative hum. “It’s pretty. Are those real?”

“I think so,” Angela mused quietly, unsure. But Loki didn’t seem the type to buy fake anything.

Clint made a sound of acknowledgement. “So, you guys went on a date last night?”

She shook her head rapidly. “No, it wasn’t a date,” she assured them both. But was that the truth? It felt like a date.

“Did he win you something?” Darcy asked.

Angela promptly shut her mouth. Clint and Darcy shared a look.

“It sounds like a date to me,” Darcy mused.

Angela heaved another sigh then stood up. She grabbed her jacket that was hanging off the back of her chair and tossed it over her shoulder. “Look, I’m going to head out for the day. I’m off to Puente tomorrow and need to rest up for it.”

“Hey, did you want to come out with us tonight?” Darcy asked.

“What?”

“Yeah, Barton and Dr. Selvig are leaving tomorrow so we’re going to send them off. A few of us are heading to the bar tonight, you wanna come?”

Angela considered it, before deciding. “Yeah sure. Text me the time, Barton.”

“You should invite Luke,” Darcy suggested.

Angela paused. Was letting Loki around them a good idea? Many many things could go south, but at the same time she felt bad that he was cooped up in the house all alone most of the time. And the only person he knew here was her. He could do with talking to someone else occasionally. “I’ll think about it,” she decided.

With that she waved her goodbyes and headed for her car.

Loki’s phone buzzed on the table before him, which was unusual for this time of day.

He had just woken up not too long ago. Angela apparently saw fit to let him sleep, which he was grateful for. He had a wonderful dream for the first time in ages. He had taken Angela to Asgard and showed her all its wonders. And just when it was starting to get good and she was about to show him how appreciative she was with a kiss to the lips instead of his cheek, he had awakened.

Loki grabbed his phone and read the message Angela sent him. Apparently, she was on her way home. But why was she coming back so early? The last time she came back early, he had to pick her up off the floor. Had she overwhelmed herself again? Was she hurt?

Panic set in his chest as he quickly called her.

The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Hello?” her tone was confused. She didn’t sound hurt. But still…

“Are you alright, love?” he asked softly. His heart was still racing.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she assured him. “Just got off early is all.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“Loki,” Angela sing-songed. “Were you worried?”

“Well last time I did have to carry you to your bedroom.”

“Touché,” she laughed. “Well, I’m fine. I didn’t use my powers at all.”

Loki hummed in consideration, adjusting himself so that he was comfortable on the couch.

“And I’ve gotten better with them!” she insisted.

“That you have. Though...” Loki drawled, a smirk on his face. “You have been slacking lately.”

He heard her scoff loudly on the other end of the phone. “Slacking?” she echoed incredulously. “Well, the teacher has been too!”

Loki smiled; he could almost see the adorably childish face she was pulling. “I intend on rectifying that today, since you’re free.” There was a questioning lilt to his tone.

She sucked her teeth. “About that...”

“Go on,” he allowed.

“Some of us at work are heading to the bar later tonight. Darcy invited the two of us to go,” she explained.

Loki sat up straight at the news, confusion clear on his face.

“They’ll be at the bar around nine o’clock so I want to start getting ready around seven, but that should give us enough time to train, right?”

“Darcy?” Loki interceded. “As in the Darcy that we saw at the restaurant the other day? The one with Doctor Foster?”

“The very same,” she confirmed. “Do you want to go or not?”

Loki sat back in disbelief. Could she truly be suggesting that he be around Thor’s paramour?

Angela did say she trusted him with this, but...

He remembered when he plotted to gain Angela’s trust and then stab her in the back, as he did everyone. But now, it left a rotten taste in his mouth at the mere thought. Not when he had gained her trust so completely. Most people were still very weary of him whether or not they claimed to trust him, and rightfully so. But it didn’t mean it didn’t sting to know.

Still, he just had to make sure. “You’re allowing me to go near Jane and her friends?”

Angela didn’t miss a single beat. “I said I trusted you, didn’t I?”

His heart surged in his chest. “I--” no one has trusted him so completely before. She didn’t seem worried at all that he would betray her. “--I would love to go,” he finished.

He was going to do right by her, Loki decided. He would end the arrangement with The Other. He would make amends and stay right here with Angela.

“Great,” Angela’s voice came from the speaker. “What do you say? I pick us up some pizza, then we can eat and go train?”

Loki relaxed with a smile, “I’d say that’s a great plan, darling.”

“Great, be home soon. Bye!” She hung up the phone.

Home. Once upon a time that meant Asgard, but now Loki was starting to think of this tiny little house as home. He enjoyed the comfort, the warmth this place brought. It put him in mind of how he felt with her hand in his, how he felt when she gave him a genuine smile or a genuine laugh. Of how warm he felt after that little kiss last night…

Maybe it wasn’t the house, but it’s owner. His feelings have gone far beyond mere lust, and hopefully she felt something similar because the thought of her coming home to him always was exceedingly appealing.

Loki circled her, eyeing her critically. “Alright that’s enough for today.”

Angela recalled her powers back into herself, breathing heavy. She composed herself slightly then looked up at him, “How did I do?”

“Wonderful, you’re progressing rather well,” he reported with a proud smile. “Next time let’s work on teleporting.”

She smiled back at him, “Sounds like a plan.”

He extended an arm towards her, and they began walking back to the car, “Well, come along, darling. We have plans.”

She stepped into the car as he held the door open for her, “Please don’t hog the mirror the entire time, I need to get ready too, you know?”

“I’ll let that little comment slide,” he remarked, sliding into the front seat.

Angela started the car and began driving. “So, you remember the story you’re supposed to tell?”

Loki sighed, “Darling, I was lying long before you were born.”

“Alright, old man. Just making sure.”

They cruised down the empty road passing by farms and herds of cattle. Angela spotted a bull and started snickering. It reminded her of the helm Loki had showed her. “Look!” she pointed out.

“What?” he asked, gazing past her.

“Is that your cousin?” she joked, then laughed out loud at the look he had given her.

“Oh, laugh it up,” he said snidely. “You and your sharp tongue. I wonder if it is good at anything else?”

It was his turn to laugh at the look she shot him. He only laughed harder when she smacked his arm.

Angela’s phone rang loudly in her purse interrupting them. “Would you hand me that please?”

Loki reached into her bag and passed her the ringing phone.

She thanked him and then checked who was calling her. The letters M-O-M flashed on the screen, and Angela visibly winced. “Shit,” she cursed.

It wasn’t like she had forgotten about her mom, in fact she told Loki about her. But she may have forgotten to call her mom since Loki got here. And now she was going to get an ear full.

“Who is it?” Loki asked, concern lacing his voice.

“My mom,” she groaned.

Taking a breath, she steeled herself, then answered the phone with a tentative, “Hello?”

Her mom’s voice boomed through the phone, “Angela Janeatte Lawrence!”

Loki even heard her. “Ooo, seems you’re in trouble.”

Angela waved him away before resuming speaking to her mother. “Hi, momma.”

“Just ‘hi’? No, ‘I’m sorry mom for worrying you’? You don’t call me for weeks and all I get is a hello? I was worried you were dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Brenda Lawrence wasn’t a timid woman by any means. Despite not raising her, they shared that trait. Her mom was not afraid to take her to task. It didn’t matter that Angela was grown and paid everyone’s bills.

“Momma, I’m so sorry. You’re right, I should have called. I just got busy…” she tried explaining.

“Too busy to call your mom?”

“No,” Angela replied quickly. “I just forgot. Work has been hectic, I had a friend move in with me, I’ve just been adjusting to that and completely forgot. I’m sorry,” she apologized again.

“A friend? I’m surprised, you like your personal space.”

“Surprised me too,” Angela mused. It wasn’t every day an alien fell from the sky and turned out to be an old god. “But it’s good for the most part. I kind of like having him around.”

“Him?” She could hear the intrigue in her mother’s voice now.

It wasn’t like Angela didn’t have romantic relationships, it was just she didn’t bring them around her family… and they didn’t last long. She mostly had one-night stands with people.

Then there was Nicole, and Nicole had made Angela go from one-night stands only to a regular fuck buddy. Or at least that’s what Angela told herself.

Nicole had wanted more, but Angela wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t like Angela didn’t have feelings for Nicole, but it was too risky to engage in something more. Angela’s job was dangerous, her whole lifestyle was dangerous. To open up and let Nicole into her life meant putting her at risk and that absolutely couldn’t happen. For that reason, Angela kept her at an arm’s length. They were never seen with one another, she never told Nicole anything personal, Nicole never met her family. Nothing like that.

When Nicole came and told Angela she had found someone else, Angela understood and let her go.

It was understandable that her mom was curious. Brenda was always pushing her to find a nice man or woman to settle down with. What her mom didn’t understand was that it was very difficult for a spy to settle down with someone outside of the business. And Angela barely trusted anyone in the business enough to be friendly with them, let alone start a life with them.

But somehow, she found herself not scoffing at the idea of being with someone anymore. “Yeah, him,” Angela confirmed. “I don’t mind having a guy roommate.”

“What’s he like? Do I know him?”

Oh God, she was going to get the third-degree. Angela took a glance at Loki who winked at her. She rolled her eyes. He had better hearing than humans, so of course he was listening to the conversation.

“He’s nice. His name is Luke and no, you don’t know him. I met him overseas. But mom, I really hate to do this to you, but we’re about to head out with some guys from work and I really need to get ready. Can I call you tomorrow?”

“Of course, baby. I just needed to make sure you were alright,” her mom assured. “I love you.”

Angela smiled softly, “I love you too, momma.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Angela handed Loki the phone to put away and she jokingly massaged her ear, “I think my ear’s going to be ringing for the rest of the night.”

Loki chuckled, “Be lucky you’re not in the same room with her, my mother would have had my hide.”

He began to laugh again, and she joined in.

“She’s just worried for you, my mother was the same,” Loki sighed wistfully.

Angela could see the rueful smile on his face, and the longing in his eyes. He obviously missed his mother. Before Angela would have steered the conversation away from his past, but they knew one another better now. Maybe speaking about her would help him.

Taking a chance, she broached the subject carefully, “What was she like? Your mom?”

Loki gazed over to her, and she tried her best to look encouraging. He sighed then began, “She was wonderful. Everything a queen should be. Kind, understanding, and as fierce as they come. She tried her hardest to raise Thor and I equally. She believed in us, believed in me. And I ruined that when I--” he took a steadying breath, as if he was bracing himself for something. “When I tried to destroy Jotunheim.”

That gave her a pause. He hadn’t necessarily said he set out to completely destroy Jotunheim, just go to war with them. “Destroy?” she asked.

Loki began to fiddle with his fingers, something he did when he was nervous. “I used the Casket of Ancient Winters on the BiFrost, which is why Thor had to destroy the BiFrost in order to save them.”

She hesitated before she spoke again. War was one thing, but total annihilation was another. Yet at the time, she could almost understand how he felt. He just suffered the worst betrayal in his life, he was striving to do what he thought would get his father to love him. The way he explained it, the only reason Odin had a problem with what Thor did was because it would cause Asgardian blood to be shed.

Odin had left the Jotun desolate, unable to rebuild themselves, when he took The Casket and Loki.

What need to shed Asgardian blood when Loki could just end it all and kill Asgard’s greatest adversary? And he could kill off (who he believed since birth) a realm full of monsters.

It made sense. It was wrong. Genocide was never okay, no matter what. But propaganda and years of rejection was a hell of a thing. Top that with a god complex and you have a deadly concoction that leads to destruction.

He seemed remorseful or didn’t want to commit genocide any longer. He had let go, presumably, of all of that particular hatred. It’s now manifested itself towards his father, his brother - and from what she gathered from their little talk - himself mostly.

Loki could be given another chance; she was certain of that.

And if she knew anything, it was that a mother rarely gave up on her children. Brenda never gave up on her, which was remarkable. She doubted Frigga would give up on him.

And his mother was the most important person to him. It must devastate him that he is lost to her.

Reaching over, Angela gave his leg a squeeze, “You know, Loki, I think your mom still believes in you. Or would still believe in you if she knew you were alive. Actually, I think she’s probably still holding out hope that you’re still out there somewhere.”

Hope sprung behind his eyes, yet he was still a bit hesitant. “Truly?”

“Yeah,” she answered. “You’d be surprised. Mine did. She kept all of my things.” Memories of her walking into her mother’s house and her mom pulling out every single thing Angela ever owned entered her mind. From her bed, bedding, clothes, toys, and pictures, her mother had kept it all.

Loki grabbed her hand in his and squeezed it in gratitude. “I think I’d rather like to meet your mother, if she’s anything like you.”

Angela kept her hand in his lap, letting him hold onto her hand. It gave her butterflies every time they held hands and she wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. “Oh, she and I aren’t that much alike. She’s a far better person than I am.”

She continued driving, pulling onto their street. She kept her eyes on the road, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her. “I find that hard to believe. You accepted me when nobody else did.”

Pulling up to the house, she met and matched his warm, affectionate gaze. “I guess that's my gain, and their loss then.”

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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i’m so close to finishing the next chapter...

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 15

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 3649

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 14 - Part 16

Masterlist

They walked in side by side, both stopping to take in the scene before them. Dusk had settled, painting the world in vibrant hues over the desert landscape. The fluorescent lights of the rides and signs blaring against it. Families, couples, and various groups of people mostly occupied the space. Loud, jovial screams filled the air along with chatter, music, and laughter.

In front of them was a large sign that said “carnival” in vivid red letters.

“Carnival, fair, same difference,” Angela commented lightly.

Loki took a moment to glance down at Angela. Her brown eyes were sparkling with childlike glee. Her mouth was slightly agape and curved upward in a smile.

Though he had issues with his own family, he did have some good memories of his childhood. If he lingered on them too long, they became tainted. But he could remember the feast, the festivals his family held for holidays. He remembered running about with Thor as Frigga watched over them, the games they both played, the food that they ate.

It pained him to know Angela didn’t get that.

Angela gazed up towards him, and he gave her a soft smile. Her eyes darted to the floor sheepishly at being caught reacting like a child.

Loki couldn’t change her past. But he could give her this.

Reaching out, he grasped Angela’s hand and began leading her forward, “Come along, darling. What do you wish to do first?”

She kept up with his pace easily. Both of them fell into a leisurely stroll. “Um, we can start off with some rides. It’s not a full blown amusement park, so the rides won’t be too good or that thrilling, but I want to try,” she shrugged.

Angela glanced about, her eyes widening when she spotted something of interest. “Let’s go on the rollercoaster,” she suggested.

They had begun their trek to the rollercoaster, when a man approached them and caught their attention. “Would you two like to see some magic?”

Loki scoffed and rolled his eyes, but Angela beamed and nodded.

“Sure!” she chirped.

“Alright, pretty lady,” the man said, taking a pack of cards out of his vest pocket, “Pick a card.”

Loki’s arm crossed over his chest, his lips pulled into a tight line, and his expression soured considerably. A nasty feeling gripped his heart as he watched Angela pluck a card from the spread. It was a feeling he was exceedingly familiar with.

Jealousy.

He hadn’t experienced this horrid feeling outside of his jealousy of Thor. Especially not over a woman, yet here he was.

It made no sense. Angela wasn’t his. She wasn’t his lover; at most they were friends. Companions. He considered her to be the only person he cared for now, and despite their little tiff before, he trusted her. In a way, she was his best friend.

True, they flirted. Or rather, he flirted with her. She hadn’t rebuffed him, but he could tell she thought he was jesting and didn’t truly mean it.

And yet, he felt a wave of possessiveness over her. She wasn’t his, but she was his. He wasn’t about to lose her to anyone, especially not to this...mortal.

The man was dressed in a black vest, a short-sleeved white shirt, and some dark slacks. His brown hair was chopped short. His pale skin-tinged red from the hot sun. He wasn’t ugly, but Angela deserved far better.

“Study that card real close now,” the man instructed.

Just what sort of magic did this man possess? Angela had told him that powers and magic were rare on Midgard. Did Angela believe this man’s magic was better than his own? Loki had studied the arcane arts for over a millennium! Sniffing at that thought, he grazed about, trying to show his disinterest. A small crowd had grown around them, their interest piqued at the little magic show.

“Now, don’t show me,” the magician warned, “but show everyone else your card.”

Angela used her hand to cover the card and let Loki peek at it - The Queen of Hearts - before showing the others around them.

The magician showed her the cards again, “Now place it anywhere in the deck.”

“Anywhere?” Angela asked, her brow raised.

“Yep! Anywhere.”

Angela placed the card closed to the left end of the deck. Loki watched the man closely as he shuffled the deck, waiting to see what magic he could do. Only no magic ever came. Instead, Loki witnessed the sloppy sleight of hand the so-called magician used to “reveal” Angela’s card.

What a sham this man was! Only a fool would believe in this!

Loki was about to tell the charlatan as much when Angela discreetly hit him in the side. His eyes went round as he looked down at her. Angela peered at him pointedly. She didn’t utter a single word, but he knew exactly what she was saying. So, he said nothing.

Quickly, she turned back to the fraud with a placating smile. Loki could see how pleased he was with his little trick, and how he believed Angela had fallen for it.

Angela may not have fallen for it, but the crowd did. They applauded him loudly.

“Hey sir, can we see another trick?” a little boy asked.

“Of course!” he replied.

Loki felt his sleeve being pulled forward by Angela. Taking in his sour expression, she giggled at him. “I told you Earth doesn’t have magic like that. All the ‘magicians’ here use sleight of hand or things like that for their magic tricks.”

“And this entertains you all? It was rather obvious,” Loki grumbled. She had since let go of his sleeve.

“We know what’s happening. But sometimes they are really convincing and cool. I was hoping he was one of them, but sadly he wasn’t.”

“If you would like to see some tricks, I could always provide that for you,” Loki suggested.

“Your stunt with the lion was enough,” she quipped. “I know you’re an amazing sorcerer Loki, no need to show off.”

The jealousy he had in him diminished a bit at her statement. It was absurd really, the way it had grabbed him so suddenly.

They continued towards the rollercoaster, and then joined the queue. The queue for the ride didn’t take very long; Angela chatted with him which passed the time quickly. She pointed out a few things to him that she was interested in doing, and he did the same.

Soon enough they both were sitting in the ride with the metal bar secured over their laps. It started off slow, going into a steady climb. It stopped at the top of the hill briefly, then fell rapidly and turned over on itself. His stomach firmly landed itself in his throat. Angela had tossed her arms up, smiling widely, eyes closed. He laughed freely at her expression. Someone behind them screamed. And just like that, the ride was over. They pulled into the station and the bar released.

Loki stepped out and offered a hand to Angela.

“Did you have fun?” she asked, somewhat breathless.

He considered it for a moment, “Yes. It reminded me of the BiFrost actually.”

“Oh really?” They began to head towards some spinning ride Angela had pointed out earlier.

“Yes, the sensation of being pulled and tossed about. Then it’s over as quick as it begins,” he explains.

“I’ll have to take your word for it,” she comments with a smile.

The queue for this ride is just as short, if not shorter than the rollercoaster’s queue. The ride itself wasn’t as fun, but still decent. They left it, and walked past a large building, that caught Loki’s attention.

“What’s this?” he questioned.

Angela looked up, then shrugged. “Let’s go see,” she murmured, leading him around the building. “It’s the House of Mirrors.”

“And what’s that?”

“It’s just a maze made of mirrors,” she answered. “You wanna go in?”

“Why not?” he shrugged.

Going in, they were right behind a family, a mother, father, and their toddler. Angela gazed softly at the small child, slowing their pace so he could waddle freely. She watched as it toddled about… straight into a mirror. He hit the glass with a loud thunk and a dazed expression.

Angela laughed loudly, then slapped a hand over her mouth to stop herself. This caused Loki to laugh uproariously. The parent shot them a dirty look as the child began to wail, and the mother picked him up. Taking his hand with her free one, she tugged him briskly into the building past the family. Once they both were out of the parents’ eyesight, they began snickering.

“I’m going to hell for laughing at that baby,” she laughed as she walked ahead.

Loki followed behind her slowly, “If you are, so am I.”

They went through the place in a slow stride, in no real rush. He took in his and her reflection. Mostly her’s. Then he saw him. In one of the mirrors, Loki’s own reflection wasn’t there. It had been replaced by someone else’s.

The Other.

Loki stopped cold at seeing him. His eyes grew to the size of saucers, and his heart raced.

How could this be? As far as Loki knew, The Other was not on Midgard. That’s why they needed Loki. Loki was on Midgard and they weren’t.

But there The Other stood, unmoving. And he was staring straight back at Loki.

Angela had gone ahead unknowingly, leaving Loki’s stupefied form behind. Loki’s palms began to sweat, but he kept staring into the mirror. As if he was in a trance.

He couldn’t let The Other know of Angela. He couldn’t allow her to fall into danger because of him. If anything happened to her…

“Did you actually get lost?” Angela’s voice snapped him out of his trance. The image of The Other turned towards her, and then disappeared.

That had to be a figment of his imagination. It just had to be. It had to be his guilt manifesting this. Or his jealousy. Or both. The mixture of guilt he felt and the thought of losing her made this occur. Right?

“Oh. Or did you get lost in your reflection?” she playfully inquired after he didn’t address her. Though he could hear the underlying concern in her tone.

“It seems I did,” he smiled faintly, trying to reassure her. “Lead on then darling.”

She gave him a skeptical look but shrugged it off. Taking a hold of his hand, she gave it a quick squeeze before leading them both out of the damned place. Loki did his best to seem unbothered, but he kept glancing behind him to see if he could get another look at The Other. When he didn’t, he felt better that it was in fact just his imagination.

Angela kept a hold of his hand even as they were outside of The House of Mirrors. She squeezed it once again to gain his attention, “You hungry?”

“I could go for a bite,” he answered idly. His nerves were shot, maybe some food would do him some good.

“Cool, I wanna try some funnel cake,” Angela stated as they headed towards the food stalls.

“Funnel cake?” He raised a brow at that.

“Yeah, it’s fried batter with powdered sugar. I’ve never had it, but I’ve seen it on a bunch of shows, and I’m curious.”

“Then let’s get you your funneled cake, darling.”

She giggled. “It’s--” she breathed out while laughing- “it’s just ‘funnel cake’.”

They approached the attendant and Angela ordered her funnel cake and a drink. Loki stared at the menu trying to make sense of it, “Cotton candy?”

“It’s literal sugar. Like, it looks cotton-shaped, hence the name, but it’s just pure sugar,” she explained.

His eyes remained on the menu, then they grew at one of the items on it. “Corn dog? Please tell me it’s not dog meat that is shaped like corn.”

She started laughing at the face he pulled, “No. It’s sausage that’s been breaded, fried, and shoved on a stick. You wanna try them both?”

He contemplated it. “The corn dog sounds dreadful, but why not?”

She ordered his food and handed him the bag of cotton candy and the corn dog stick.

They sat at one of the small tables with only two chairs. Night had already set by this time. Loki looked up but was unable to see any stars due to the blinding lights all around.

Angela sat her plate down, then gestured to him to try his food. “Go on,” she urged.

He rolled his eyes but took a bite of the corn dog. He chewed it slowly, mulling over the taste. “It’s acceptable,” he finally decided.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “As long as you're happy, Your Majesty,” she snarked.

He peeked at her food, and visibly recoiled, “That looks drenched in grease.”

“It is. It’s fried. There’s no such thing as healthy carnival food.” She took a bite. “It tastes good, a bit overhyped, but good. Want a bite?” She held out her fork for him.

Feeling like a bit of payback was due for her sharp tongue, instead of grabbing the fork like she intended for him to, he leaned forward and took the bite. He expected her to scold him, but instead her eyes widened in shock, and that lovely blush returned. It glowed on top of her beautiful bronze cheeks.

They locked eyes and Loki could see her pupils dilate and her breathing pick up.

Was she attracted to him? After everything he told her? Loki licked his lips and traced her features down towards her lips. She had some powdered sugar smudged on her bottom lip from the funnel cake.

Did her lips taste like it too?

Reaching over, he cupped her face, and used his thumb to wipe it off.

She gasped softly, so low he almost didn’t hear. Her big, doe eyes flashed with desire before it flickered away, and she looked down.

He pulled away slowly, so as to not frighten her. “You had a bit of sugar on your lips.”

She nodded, her gaze firmly on the plate. “Thanks,” she whispered.

Damn, he had ruined it. But he was a patient god. He could wait for her. He saw the desire in her eyes, brief as it was. He had a chance if he did this the right way.

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Angela’s heart was racing a mile a minute, and she thanked God that her skin couldn’t completely turn red. She was still feeling the heat from the interaction though. Loki had caught her completely off-guard with it.

It was one thing to harmlessly flirt with her; a-whole-nother thing to do that!

She wasn’t uncomfortable, she just didn’t know how exactly to respond. Did she say something? What would she say?

She couldn’t understand what was happening. Her brain was malfunctioning just trying to compute it.

So, she did what she always did when she didn’t have a handle on a situation; she pushed it aside and hoped it would solve itself.

“Do you, um--” she cleared her throat, “do you wanna play some games after this?”

‘And by that, I mean carnival games, not games with my heart,” she thought idly.

She glanced up to him through her eyelashes. Loki’s lips turned up into a tentative smile. He had back off but didn’t look that put out. His expression reminded her of someone handling a scared, small animal. Like a kitten, or a bunny.

She felt like a scared rabbit right now, that’s for sure.

“If that’s what you wish, darling.”

There was that damn word again. “Yeah, I think it could be fun.”

He had finished off his corndog, and she placed her funnel cake in the trash. He hadn’t opened his bag of cotton candy yet and said he would save it for later. The first game they saw was a racing game where you used a water gun to push the horse along.

“I bet you I can beat you!” Angela exclaimed with a wicked smile.

Loki matched his look to hers, “Oh, you are on, darling.”

She fetched her wallet out and paid the attendant the money before sitting in front of the stall on one of the booths. He sat next to her and placed his hands on the metal gun before him.

“You use these--” she used her thumbs to show him the two buttons on the top of it-- “to shoot. Aim for the target.”

He nodded in understanding.

A few more people joined then it started.

Angela pushed both her thumb down on the buttons and watched her horse take off. Loki wasn't far behind her, but she was ahead by just a hair.

“Ha! Yes!” She cheered when she won, turning to Loki with a bright smile.

“It isn’t ladylike to boast, darling,” he remarked with his typical sass.

“I’d rather be a winner than ladylike,” she stuck her tongue out at him.

She watched his eyes fall on her tongue, and then he licked his lips.

She put her tongue right back in her mouth.

“Fair enough, I know when I’ve lost,” he remarked, gathering himself.

She stood up and dusted off the back of her pants, “Come on. Let’s go play something else.”

They settled on darts. Both of them had impeccable aim. They won some small prizes there, like some plastic, neon bracelets, a spider ring, and a small inflatable alien.

“Look, it’s you!” Angela joked, showing the alien to him. It was your typical ‘Martian’ type alien; big head, big bug eyes, green, and holding up a peace sign.

“Ha ha,” Loki snarked. “Very funny.”

“It’s even green,” she continued. “Though it is promoting peace, maybe it isn’t you,” she quipped.

“That sharp tongue of yours is going to get you in trouble one day, darling,” Loki warned.

She laughed, “It already has, many times.”

Loki rolled his eyes skyward, only to slow down. “What’s that?”

She joined him looking up. It was the Ferris Wheel, lit up in bright red, white, and blue lights. “It’s the Ferris Wheel. It’s not very exciting, you just ride in a slow circle.”

“Let’s go.”

Briefly, Angela was reminded of all those cheesy romance movies where people kissed at the top of the Ferris Wheel, “I--” but Loki didn’t know that. She shrugged-- “Alright.”

The line for it took longer than the others, but more families were trying to get one last ride in before going home. Eventually it was their turn to board the giant wheel. They get on and make themselves comfortable with their belongings.

The ride moves steadily, unhurriedly. Loki opens his cotton candy and takes a piece. She watches as his face takes on a look of surprise. “This is good, a bit much.”

“Yeah,” she replies, taking a small portion for herself, “I told you it’s just sugar.”

“It’s like you don’t even have manners, darling,” he admonishes lightly, his tone teasing.

They were reaching the top of the wheel.

“Oh come off - oh wow!” She stared out to the horizon. “Look!” she pointed out.

The skyline of the city looked incredible against the vast nighttime sky.

“It’s so pretty,” Angela gushed, eyes wide with awe.

“It is rather beautiful,” Loki marveled.

The attendees started letting people off, which took forever. When they finally were let out of their tiny prison, Angela was ready to go home.

“We should get going, I’ve got work in the morning,” she told Loki.

He nodded, and they headed towards the exit.

“You two!” A loud male voice called.

Angela turned her head to the man. He stood in front of a large wheel. A prize wheel.

“Would you two like to try your luck?” He motioned to the prize wheel.

“Oh no, we’re--”

“I would,” Loki interrupted.

“Come on up and spin!”

Before he stepped anywhere, she grabbed his arm, “Loki,” she hissed out. “These are usually rigged, there’s no point.”

“Just watch,” he replied with a wink. He stepped forward, grabbed the wheel, and spun it. He faced his back away from the employee, and behind his back she could see him make that slight hand motion that he did when he was usually using his magic. The wheel stopped on the ‘Big Prize’ section.

“Congratulations!” The guy yelled. “What prize would you like?”

Loki examined the prizes before picking out one. “The snake,” he said.

“Of course,” Angela snarked. It was a large, long, stuffed snake with green scales and its tongue stuck out.

“I’m ready when you are. darling,” Loki said as he returned to her.

She nodded at him, and they made their way home. The ride back was filled with soft chatter, but mostly the music played, and Angela sang along with it as Loki watched on. When they pulled up to the house and went inside, Loki handed her the snake.

She gave him a confused look.

“For you, darling,” he clarified. He played with his hand and waited for her reaction.

“For me?” she questioned.

He nodded, then rocked back on his heels. “Well, I thought I should replace that horrid alien with something more suited to me.”

She giggled at his explanation. “Thank you, I love him.”

He beamed at that. Then he scratched the back of his neck, “I suppose this is goodnight, darling.”

Feeling bold, she leaned towards him and got on her tiptoes and pressed a firm kiss on his cheek. She rested her hand against his chest to steady herself, “Goodnight, Loki,” she whispered. She gave his chest a pat, before heading off to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go off to bed.

Just before she shut the door she heard his breathy voice whisper, “Goodnight, love.”

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 14

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1733

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 13 - Part 15

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The smell burning woke Angela from her sleep abruptly. She shot up from her bed and ran out of her bedroom, adrenaline pumping. She came up short at the sight of Loki struggling to scrape off some sort of batter from a pan that was currently smoking.

“Damn,” he hissed.

It took everything not to laugh outright at him. She had to stifle the laugh that rose in her throat. “If the God of Mischief damns someone, do they go to Helheim or what?” she quipped, starling him in the process.

His gaze morphed from bewilderment to his hard, icy glare.

Taking pity on him, she quickly took the pan from his hands and cleaned it out for him.

She heard him sigh loudly from behind her. “Did I wake you?”

“The smell of burning did actually,” she replied. She couldn’t imagine him ever having to prepare his own food before. He was a damn prince. So why had he decided today of all days to try? She turned and asked him as much.

He began to pick at his hand, a habit she realized he did when he was nervous. He did it often last night. He glanced down quickly, then shyly lifted his gaze up to her, “I thought I’d surprise you.”

A lightbulb went off, he was feeling guilty over last night still. They spoke for quite some time last night, and ended the night on good terms, but he still felt guilty. Angela herself didn't feel guilty but felt slightly on guard. The God of Mischief was prone to unpredictable moods, but if he was feeling guilty things seemed to be going ok as of now.

It was sweet that he wanted to make her breakfast. From the look of the destroyed kitchen, he had been making crepes. Or trying to at least. He remembered what she liked, which touched her a little more than it should.

“Well thank you. I appreciate it.” She smiled softly at him. “How about we start with something simple? Like eggs and bacon?”

He nodded, and motioned for her to begin. Loki, as she learned, was a quick study. That also applied to this. Working in tandem with him came naturally. They moved together easily. It didn’t take long for them both to finish.

“And viola!” Angela finished making their coffee.

“Angela,” she heard Loki softly call, “about last night…”

Ah, there it was. That unpredictable mood shift. Did he spend all night thinking it over and he was still pissed? Did he have more to say and that’s what caused him to feel guilty? She glanced up at him, trying not to let her building anxiety show in her face.

Loki’s eyes seemed to fill with regret, before he cleared his throat and began to speak again. “I may have a grudge against my family, but I would never try to harm you or those you hold dear. And for that, I give you my word. I swear on my life, I will not harm Jane Foster.”

Shock would be an understatement for what she was feeling. Relieved he wasn’t actually, she let his words digest.

Letting go was hard, she knew that from experience. Hell, she didn’t think she would ever let go of what happened to her fully. And she understood his need, his desire for vengeance. There were many nights she imagined what she would do to Marshall if he were still alive. Sometimes she wishes he didn’t get into a fire fight with SHIELD, and that she were able to take him out and deal back the years of abuse he doled out. If Marshall loved anything besides himself she definitely would have taken it away from him.

The fact that he said he was doing it because of her touched her heart like nothing else. She had come to truly care about Loki, and it seemed that he cared about her as well. Loki not going after Jane was a big, no, a huge step for him. A part of her was wary, however she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

She smiled at him, “Thank you, Loki. I trust that you won’t.”

He smiled back at her, the tension visibly leaving his shoulders. She walked past him and gave his shoulder a squeeze. He brought his hand up to squeeze it in return.

“I gotta get ready for work, but maybe we can do something afterwards?” She asked, voice light.

“Of course, darling. Whatever you wish.”

She nodded before heading off to go get a quick shower. She got ready with ease, packing up her laptop, phone, gun, and what not to go with her. Before she stepped out the door she looked back at Loki who had settled himself onto the couch and was beginning to read a new book he had bought.

Feeling a bit playful, she took a page out of his book and shot him a teasing remark. “Be good, I don’t want to come back home to a zoo, alright?”

He smirked at her, his eyes flaring with pure mischief, “Why of course.”

She rolled her eyes and waved once more before heading out.

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There was a lightness to her that Angela didn’t know if she ever really felt. She even had a smile on her face as she walked into the SHIELD facility, which didn’t happen that often. But the moment she stepped through the door of the lab, she felt all eyes on her.

Most everyone went straight back to business, Dr. Selvig and Dr. Foster included. Clint made his way from his nest over towards her.

“Hey,” he greeted, coming to walk beside her as she made her way over to Dr. Foster, Dr. Selvig, and Darcy.

“Good morning,” she replied pleasantly, the smile still on her face. She sat across from the other three people in the room.

“How are you feeling?” Dr. Selvig asked, looking up from his work.

“I’m doing alright,” she answered.

“That’s good-” before he could say more his phone rang. He held up a finger and left the room to take the call.

“Did you enjoy your time off?” Clint asked her from his spot against the wall.

Darcy giggled a bit before answering for her, “Yeah she did.”

Jane stabbed her elbow into Darcy’s side, “Darcy!”

Clint’s eyes widened, “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Living with Loki had caused Angela to roll her eyes so much she feared they would roll right out of her head these days, but that didn’t stop her from doing so again, and pinching the bridge of her nose with her forefinger and thumb. She knew exactly where Darcy was heading with this.

“Oh, nothing,” Darcy sing-songed, “Just that Jane and I caught Angela with some hot, British dude last night. They looked like they were having a great time, and really wanted to be left alone.”

Angela had yet to remove her head from her hand, not even gracing them with a response.

“Woah woah woah,” Clint called out, “Define hot?”

“Like GQ levels of hot. Tall, dark, and handsome type hot. And the accent was uh-mazing”

Both hands now cradled Angela’s head.

Yes, Loki was incredibly attractive. And the bastard knew it too. But the way Darcy was speaking about him made Angela’s face heat up a bit.

“So what’s British GQ model’s name? And where did you meet him?” Clint playfully inquired.

‘Was this what I missed when I didn’t go to high school?’ Angela briefly wondered. She lifted her head up and gave them all a rather unimpressed stare, “Are y’all done yet?”

“No, I want to know his name,” Clint repeated.

“And I want the juicy details!” Darcy chimed in.

“Just Luke,” she insisted. “Just regular ol’ Luke. I met him a while ago, and we became friends. That’s all. Now can we get back to work?”

“Yes,” Jane agreed eagerly, “Let’s.”

“One more question!” Darcy stopped Angela.

Angela didn’t even attempt to conceal her annoyance and groaned, “What?”

“Does he have a brother?”

‘Oh did he! And your friend and boss was dating him!’ Angela joked to herself.

The laugh Angela let out was loud. After a few seconds of everyone watching her laugh, she calmed down and replied, “They don’t exactly get along so you’re out of luck.”

She spent most of the work day chuckling a bit to herself because of Darcy’s innocent question.

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Despite the ribbing she endured, Angela was still in a good mood when she made it home. She fished her keys out and opened her front door with a smile on her face.

That smile promptly fell off her face when she saw the very large lion sitting on her couch like it owned the place.

Immediately her hand flew to her side where her gun was. She slowly backed up and removed her gun from her holster. Would Loki bring a real lion into the house?!

Then she noticed it, the slight green shimmer or Loki’s magic.

Fucking hell, “Loki!” She yelled out.

Loki’s laugh was full of mirth as he rounded the corner with his Cheshire grin, and eyes twinkling with mischief. “Didn’t you say you wanted to return to a zoo? I couldn’t fit a full zoo, but I thought you might be fond of a lion.”

‘And this is what I get for letting the God of Mischief stay here…’ she thought begrudgingly. “You know exactly what I said to you this morning.”

Loki noted her hand still gripping the gun, “So you don’t like the lion?”

“It’s a very impressive illusion,” she allowed, with a wide fake smile on her face. “Get rid of it. I almost shot up my own damn couch.”

“That would have been a sight. It would have been a shame, it’s rather comfortable,” Loki commented. “But it appears you’ve forgotten your manners, love. Say please.”

The venom in her stare made him laugh all over again. “Please,” she said, her voice dripping with acid.

The lion shimmered out of existence, and she walked over and placed her belongings on the coffee table. “That was the shittiest zoo ever. I’ve never even been to one and I can tell you that,” she muttered.

“You’ve never been to one? I assumed that was a common thing done here on Midgard,” he questioned her as he followed her lead to sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, it is. For kids, usually. Or group outings. It’s mostly parents taking their kids to go see the animals. But like I said last night, I didn’t have a regular childhood. I wasn’t allowed to do things like that. I’ve never been to a zoo, an aquarium, an amusement park, a fair, none of that shit,” she explained with a shrug.

It wasn’t like Angela didn’t kind of resent not having a typical childhood, but it is what it is.

Loki seemed to take this into consolidation for a moment before speaking again. “When you were reunited with your family, you didn’t go?”

“No-” she laughed, a bitter tone in it, “-I wasn’t in the best headspace at that time.”

He didn’t ask for an elaboration, nor did she give one. She spent the first year back juggling PTSD, SHIELD, schooling, and trying to learn how to be a person not a weapon. It was difficult adjusting to waking up to a family and not a master. The more they did for her, the more she withdrew. It was a difficult time to say the least.

His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Let’s go.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

Loki shifted closer to her on the couch. “The way I see it, you’ve never gone, and neither have I.” He made a gesture between the both of them, “We can go together.”

“You serious?” she asked, shifting a bit closer to him as well.

“Absolutely,” his lips twitched up into a smile. “We can go now if you would like.”

She held her palms out, stopping him from getting up. “Hold your roll, I’m sure the zoo closes soon. But there’s a fair in town that I pass on my way to work, if you’d like to go there.”

“That’s fine,” he agreed, almost eagerly.

“Let me get ready first.”

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 13

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1733

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 12 - Part 14

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Sleep had evaded Loki all night long. He tossed and turned, unable to escape his own thoughts that plagued him.

It wasn’t until very late into the night that he and Angela had gone off to bed. The topic of discussion was nowhere near as deep as it had been. But it was nice to share each other’s company, after learning of a shared experience of terrible parenting.

Loki’s mind now ran full speed, thinking over every word they spoke during their argument. Finally coming to a stop with her final words, “I’m glad you’re here.”

His heart hammered in his chest at those words. Four simple words, but they warmed him like nothing ever before. Angela accepted him. He had shown himself to her, and she didn’t reject him as everyone else had. She listened to him, with no judgement in her eyes, only understanding and compassion. She shed tears for him. When his own “family” had rejected him, she welcomed him.

To Angela, he wasn’t a monster; he was Loki.

He shifted and turned over once again, anxiety making him restless.

Would she believe him to be a monster when he told her the full truth?

Would she think him a monster if he told her what he planned to do?

An enormous ball of feeling grew inside his throat, making it difficult to swallow. It tasted like guilt. Finally, Loki sat up harshly, almost jerking away from the thought. Was this a matter of if or when? Would he tell her of his plan to give away an Infinity Stone to a mad tyrant in order to get his revenge?

She would be fiercely loyal to SHIELD. They had reunited her with her family. They gave her a chance. She would never betray them.

Maybe he could convince her just to look away. He needed this. He needed his revenge, but he did not wish to lose his friendship with Angela. And it would stand to reason that continuing to lie to her and tricking her to help him get the Tesseract would mean the end of their friendship.

He sighed deeply, frustration building in his body. What was that Midgardian saying? You can’t have your cake and eat it too?

But he had to try. He just wasn’t sure when exactly to do.

Sunlight slowly crept through his blinds, announcing the start of a new day. Damn, he had stayed up all night.

Loki grabbed his phone from the end table, taking note of the time. Angela would be awake soon to get ready for work. He might as well get up too.

The thought of discussing this with her before she left crossed his mind quickly. No, that wouldn’t do. They just had an argument; he didn’t want another one so soon. He despised seeing Angela go from smiling so beautifully, to being completely devoid of any emotions. He liked it even less when she had tears in her eyes, trying her hardest not to let them fall lest she appear weak.

In Loki’s younger days, he had enjoyed watching some people cry. Usually, he was the one who caused it with some prank or another; snakes, toads, the time he shaved Sif’s head. And he enjoyed watching the chaos and upset it caused. But with Angela, it pained him greatly to see.

The chances of her crying over this were low - she didn’t seem the type to cry over a betrayal, more the type to get genuinely pissed off - but the chance of it was still there. And he hated it. And he hated the fact that it would be him that would be the one to make her cry.

The guilt that settled inside him grew.

He stepped out of his bedroom and noticed Angela had yet to awaken. Usually by the time he woke, she was starting breakfast for them both.

An idea formed in his head. Today, he would make breakfast for her. Partially to ease his guilt, and partially because she deserved it. It was honestly the least he could do.

Even though he had never cooked a meal before, he was going to try. It couldn’t be that difficult, right?

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Wrong.

At the diner, Angela had ordered something called crepes. He found the recipe on his phone and decided to give it a try.

Currently the crepes were stuck to the pan, burning. The once pristine kitchen now had crepe batter everywhere, and many dirty bowls stacked up.

Loki took one look around a winced. “Damn.”

“If the God of Mischief damns someone, do they go to Helheim or what?”

Loki startles at the sound of Angela’s voice; he hadn’t heard her door open. It took him some time to process her playful tone, but when he did, he quickly turns to see her by the dining table, trying her hardest not to laugh. He glares at her for a moment before she heads over to him and takes the ruined pan from his grasp.

Angela quickly scrapes the crepe from the pan into the trash, before going and rinsing the pan out in the sink.

Loki watches, then leans against the counter, defeated. “Did I wake you?”

“The smell of burning did actually.”

She was still in her sleepwear. Her hair wrapped up in a scarf. She turned to look at him. “What made you decide to make breakfast this morning?”

“I thought I’d surprise you,” he sighed.

She smiled softly at him. “Well thank you. I appreciate it. How about we start with something simple? Like eggs and bacon?”

Together, they quickly made a simple breakfast. Angela had him take over while she went to gather some plates and start on the coffee for them.

She handed him the plates and he placed the food on top and served them while Angela poured the coffee.

“And viola,” she teased with a flourish.

He smiled at her, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Angela, about last night...”

She glances up at him, eyes guarded. Like she was waiting for an inevitable blow. He couldn’t bring it up now. He just couldn’t.

He remembered why the fight even began. Thor’s beloved. The guilt inside him gripped him. Angela seemed friendly with her. While it would hurt Thor to harm his love, it would also harm Angela.

He cleared his throat, then started again. “I may have a grudge against my family, but I would never try to harm you or those you hold dear. And for that, I give you my word. I swear on my life, I will not harm Jane Foster.”

She visibly relaxed and smiled at him. “Thank you, Loki. I trust that you won’t.”

Trust. It was a foreign concept to him. Yet Angela trusted him, the Liesmith.

At that moment he knew he couldn’t screw this up.

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 12

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 3020

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 11 - Part 13

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AN: *TRIGGER WARNING* : MENTIONS OF SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND LOKI’S ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AT THE BIFROST! If this bothers you please feel free to skip this chapter. This chapter contains a lot of dialogue as well.

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The car ride back to the house was silent, not even the radio was playing. The only sound was the sound of Loki’s fingers thumping against the dashboard in a furious rhythm. He stared out of the passenger window. Not at anything in particular, but just so he couldn’t see Angela.

There was a time where Loki was the one making fools out of everyone around him. He was known as the Trickster for a reason. Now it seemed that everyone around him was making him out to be the fool. First Odin, then Thor, and now Angela. He had been fooled by a Midgardian no less!

He said nothing to her as she drove the car. He could feel the worried glances she shot at him every once in a while, but still he said nothing.

‘Why in the Allfather’s name would she allow him to stay with her?’ he wondered. Then the answer came to him in a flash. ‘She means to turn me over to SHIELD.’

He had often marveled at her kindness. Loki wondered how in the Realms she could offer her home to a complete stranger - let alone one from another Realm - without any qualms. She gave him food, a warm bed, clothing, and entertainment without so much of a complaint. Yes, she teased him about it, but she never complained. She was wonderful company, as well. But like all things in his life, it was too good to be true.

A bitter taste filled his mouth. Of course she was kind. Of course she tried to befriend him. She was using him.

He should have known too. It was all in her file that he read on her laptop; An assassin and an undercover spy. Angela was a liar just as he was. Trained to manipulate and gain the upper hand in a situation. To gain intel, and bring it back to her employer.

This was all a ploy to get him to let his guard down.

‘Just like I’m doing to her,’ he realized. Wasn’t this hypocritical of him? He was upset she lied, when he was lying himself?

He steeled himself against his thoughts. Yes, he was using Angela. But the difference was she got caught, and he wouldn’t.

She pulled the car into the driveway, and he exited it before it fully stopped and slammed the door shut. He made his way inside the house and rounded on her the moment she shut the front door.

He didn’t yell, but his voice was sharp and cold. Like a dagger. He spoke through clenched teeth. “What was your plan here? To gain my trust? Get me to lower my guard so you can take me back to your boss? Perhaps make yourself more powerful in the long run as I helped you with your powers? Then you toss me aside?!” he ranted quickly.

Her eyes widened, and she looked taken aback at his outburst. She placed her hands up defensively against his verbal attack. “Loki, that’s not –”

But he wouldn’t let her get a word in edgewise. “Well,” he laughed bitterly, “you almost succeeded. I thought you a wonderful, kind soul. I trusted you,” he sneered. He ripped his gaze away from the hurt look on her face, and he began to pace back and forth across the living room. Anger flowing through his veins.

Angela tried to speak once more, but was cut off again.

“So, when can I expect SHIELD to be here, hmm?” he asked bitterly, turning to face her again. A dark sneer set in his visage.

The hurt expression on her face slowly fell, as she prepared herself to answer him. He folded his arms behind his back, and braced himself for whatever was to come.

She stood unmoving, unblinking in the face of his anger now. “They’re not coming, Loki. I’m not handing you over to them.”

That… was not what he expected to hear. He expected that she would inform them and they would be here within the hour. Or the next couple of minutes.

No, she lied once before, she could do it again. It made no sense not to turn him in. Not after what he had done to Midgard against his battle with Thor. Surely she knew about that.

He needed to stay on his guard around her. His green eyes narrowed in suspicion, and he lifted a brow in question. “You’re not?”

“I’m not handing you over,” she repeated carefully. “If you would just listen to me –”

He scoffed loudly at the idea. He couldn’t trust her. “To give you the chance to manipulate me?”

Anger slowly bled into her features, but she schooled them back into a neutral expression quickly. “I’m not trying to manipulate you.”

“Like you weren’t when you told me you only knew of me from your love of mythology?” he mocked with a laugh.

A look of resignation settled on her face. “Okay, so I misled you with that, I’ll admit,” she relented, “But I haven’t lied about anything else.”

His answer to that was a disbelieving stare.

“Oh don’t act like I’m the only one in the wrong here!” she snapped.

Any retort he had died on his tongue. He had been caught.

“An accident? Really? You expect me to believe that? I know what you did to Earth! You leveled an entire town! And now I’m assigned clean up duty!” she ranted at him before taking a deep breath. “I swear to you, on my momma’s life, I wasn’t going to turn you over. Did the thought cross my mind once? Yes. But I decided against it. I just–”

“Just what?” he interrupted.

“Just wanted to help,” she sighed out. “I’m not sure what exactly happened, but I know how it feels –”

“You know? You KNOW?” he roared, “What would you know of me? Of what I have been through?! How I was betrayed and lied to?” he stalked over to her bookshelf and grabbed the picture of her and her family off of it. “You have this! A perfect bloody family. How would you, a Midgardian, know what I have been through?”

She went over and snatched the photo from him, “I didn’t always have this!” she snapped. “You’re not the only person in the universe to be lied to and betrayed, Loki. Like I said, I don’t know what you went through. But I’ve seen the look in your eyes before. Staring straight back at me in the mirror. Not that long ago, I –”

She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. Her eyes unfocused as the memories of her past resurfaced from where she buried them.

“Is this not your birth mother? Is this not your blood family?” he questioned harshly, breaking her out of her daze.

“Yes,” Angela admitted slowly, “but she didn’t raise me. Hell, I didn’t meet them until I was seventeen.”

The adrenaline that filled her at the start of this whole thing was quickly slipping away, and she took a seat at the far side of the couch. Loki watched every step she took, but still unwilling to stand down. He wasn’t going to trust her easily, and she understood that. Loki’s trust didn’t come easily, nothing with him came easily.

With a breath she begins to explain, “The way my mom tells me is that one day my dad - my real dad - took me to go shopping with him when I was around two years old. Neither of us came home that day. My dad was killed, and I was taken.”

Loki stopped short, astounded at what she just revealed to him. His defensive posture drops.

Angela’s gaze drifted from him to the floor, unable to keep eye contact. Her memories were vivid, she could remember every detail. She continues softly, “The man who took me - Marshall Corbain was his name - was a horrible, horrible man. He raised me to believe he was my father. I was so young I didn’t question it. I was still just a baby.

“And let’s just say he was abusive. I wouldn’t even say he raised me, it was more like he trained me. He trained me to be a weapon, not a person. I never had a childhood. I only had training, and the expectation to be perfect at everything. I finally got away when I was fifteen,” she swallowed the lump that grew in her throat, “SHIELD helped me get rid of him, in exchange for something. But at the last moment I got scared and ran. I gave them what they wanted and when they - Director Fury - offered me a chance, I ran. I thought it was a trap. That’s all I ever knew. So for two years I was on my own. I had never been on my own before. I was always given orders. I was so scared, and lost.”

By this time she had curled into herself, her knees pressed against her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her voice wasn’t very loud, but it somehow felt louder than when she had her voice raised earlier.

“At first I wanted nothing of the life I had before,” she resumed her story when he says nothing. “But I found myself on the streets soon enough. I had to beg for food and scraps. It starts to fuck with you, you know? I went to homeless shelters, but they weren’t very helpful. I refused to go to an orphanage, I was scared of them putting me with someone like Marshall. I tried to get a job, but without an address it was basically impossible. I couldn’t stand not eating anymore, so I fell back into what I knew. And I hated myself. But I never wanted to be hungry and cold again, so I continued. And doing hits paid good money. And honestly, at the time, I truly believed that’s all I would ever be good at.

“I made a name for myself. Soon enough SHIELD came back, but for me this time. And this time when Fury offered, I accepted. It was that, or prison for everything I had done. And I deserved prison, but I decided to go with them. And that was the best decision of my life. After a few months, they found my mom. Turns out she never gave up hope I was still alive and out there somewhere. SHIELD put me through college, and I got to turn things around.”

Angela finally looked back up at him, unshed tears in her eyes. That stupid ache in his chest that had appeared the night of her nightmares returned. “All I wanted was to help you do the same, Loki. Or help you in any way I could. I was never going to turn you in or anything like that,“ she whispered.

The anger that he felt earlier had left him completely, and left behind in its wake was a deep feeling of shock. Shock, and remorse. She had been right, she did know what he had been through. Almost exactly what he had been through. And he treated her as if she was inferior, and unable to even comprehend the pain he had gone through.

He slowly made his way over, sitting next to her. Silence had filled the space between them as he contemplated what to say. What did one say to that?

He would have to apologize. Apologizing never came easy to him, usually he would rather die than to admit he was the one wrong, but she was owed at least that.

“I believe you,” he began, “And I am terribly sorry, Angela. You may be Midgardian, but that does not exclude you from suffering as I have. It seems we’re more similar than I previously believed.”

She shifts slightly to look up at him. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? I wasn’t assigned to this until recently, I only know about your attack on Puente and your brother.”

He flinched slightly. “He’s not my brother.”

“I don’t understand. I was told that you two were brothers.”

Telling her what had happened before his fall had never been a part of his plan. But after everything she had shared, she might be the only one to understand him.

With a heavy sigh he began to speak, “We were raised together by Odin and Frigga. Both of us were led to believe that we were blood kin. And that we both were born to be king. But growing up, I lived in Thor’s shadow. Odin always preferred him to me. All of Asgard preferred him. He was the perfect warrior, the perfect golden prince. I used my seidr instead of brute strength. And so they called me the Dark Prince.

“I knew Odin would choose Thor as king. But Thor wouldn’t have made a good king. He was arrogant, impulsive, reckless; more apt to destroy everything in his path in the name of glory rather than solve the problem. I had just wanted to show Odin what a mistake it would be to make Thor king. I didn’t want the throne. I just wanted to show that Thor wasn’t as perfect as everyone made him seem. That I too was worthy of the throne, that I was Thor’s equal. So, I set up a plan to interfere on Thor’s coronation day.”

“What did you do?” Angela asked, her eyes alight with curiosity.

“There are ways going to and from Asgard. They are long forgotten, but I learned of them during my research one day. I led one of Asgard’s greatest enemies, The Frost Giants, to one of the passages. I knew they would take the bait; Asgard and Jotunheim despised one another. The war that waged between us has been spoken of often. A cautionary tale, one told to children to tell them how terrifying Frost Giants are. We are told how monstrous they are, and how brave Asgard was for defeating them and protecting Midgard. I knew the Frost Giants wouldn’t be able to do much against Asgard, they only breached Odin’s Vault. But it was enough for Thor to do exactly what I knew he would. He wanted to go attack the Frost Giants.

“I ordered a guard to inform Odin of Thor’s plan to attack Jotunheim. I didn’t want anyone to be harmed. Our small group of five was no real threat to the entire Jotunheim army. So, having Odin come would save us. In the end… it didn’t matter. When we arrived, one Frost Giant touched Volstagg’s arm, giving him frostbite instantaneously. However, when one grabbed me, I wasn’t harmed at all. My arm began to turn blue, the same shade as the Frost Giant I was fighting.”

Angela gasped sympathetically at the revelation. He paused, emotions welling up within him. He closed his eyes, only to open them when he felt her lay her hand on his shoulder. He gazed over at her, she had shifted closer to him, offering him comfort.

He continued, “Odin came and saved us all, just as I planned. But what I did not plan for was when we returned to Asgard, he banished Thor. How was I to know he would banish him? Thor had hardly ever suffered any punishment when we were growing up. Not as I had. Odin punished me for every singular thing I did wrong, but never Thor. And for Odin to banish him? I never imagined Odin would go to such an extreme. Nor did I plan on finding out that I was not Odinson. I was Laufey’s son, abandoned during the war; left to die. Odin took me in, and raised me so I could claim Jotunheim’s throne, not Asgard’s. It was no wonder I was never considered, no wonder I was treated the way I was. He could never have a Frost Giant on the throne. A monster could never be King of Asgard.

“Odin fell into the Odinsleep during our confrontation, which left me the only one to be king. I tried everything in my power to prove I was worthy. I killed Laufey, I could have ended the war with Jotunheim. But in the end it wasn’t enough for Odin. In the end, he still preferred Thor. The Bifrost broke, and Thor and I almost fell. Odin awoke and tried to catch us. But I was unable to hang on… and I fell.” he finished softly, quietly.

He could remember clearly Odin’s words as he was dangling on the precipice of the Bifrost. ‘No, Loki.’ He was never enough, even then.

It was silent for a moment once again. They each took in what was just told. It was Angela who broke the silence this time. “You didn’t fall though, did you?”

Loki lifted his head from his gaze on the floor to look over at her; startled that she quickly saw through his words. “What?”

The tears in her eyes had returned. They did not fall, but they were building up at the corners. “You didn’t fall, you let go.”

“And what makes you say that?” His voice was hard, defensive.

Now the tears did fall, “Because that’s how Fury found me. On the roof of a skyscraper, ready to let go of it all. I know exactly what you mean.”

Oh. His face dropped. “Yes, I let go. And I didn’t plan on surviving the fall, but here I am.”

If he would have said that earlier, it would have been spoken in a bitter tone. But now? Now he was enjoying his time with Angela. For the first time in a long time, he felt connected with someone other than his family.

She may be the only person in the Realms that he had by his side.

Angela squeezed his shoulder and gave him a soft smile that made his heart flutter in his chest.

“For what it’s worth Loki. I’m glad you’re here.”

“As am I, darling.”

#loki x ofc #loki x oc #loki/ofc #loki/oc #loki #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #bloodied and broken

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 11

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1161

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 10 - Part 12

Masterlist

AN: Shorter chapter. In my outline it’s called ‘Oh no’ after the tiktok song that’s been going around lol. First chapter of 2021! Happy New Year!

I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

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Loki had almost forgotten all about The Other by the time he and Angela arrived home late into the night. Almost. He had barely laid his head on the pillow and closed his eyes, when a faint yellow glow entered his vision, and he felt himself once again on another plane.

There The Other stood, tall with a glowing scepter in hand.

It wouldn’t do to show, but internally, Loki was becoming tired of The Other’s nightly visits. Loki had just spent a wonderful day with Angela, and –

Angela. Loki’s eyes widened, and heart raced at the thought of the young woman. Here he was plotting to use her, and she had done nothing to him. He couldn’t. Not to her.

‘No, this will not do. I will find some other way to find the Tesseract. But first, to rid myself of this monster.’

Before The Other could even speak, Loki gave him a self-assured cocky smile. “You need not worry. I shall bring you the Tesseract, and you will give me my army. There is no need for this to resume every night.”

The Other paused, considering. “Then we have a deal, Asgardian?”

“Yes,” Loki replied, “we have a deal.”

“Good, do not disappoint us,” was all The Other said.

The scepter in The Other’s hand glowed, and the image faded. Loki awoke suddenly, and quickly got his bearings. The room was pitch black, so it was still night. He took a deep breath, calming himself. Now wasn’t the time to worry about his dealings. He could worry about all of this at some other time. Angela was none the wiser to him, and he still had time.

He turned over in bed, and closed his eyes, willing sleep to claim him once more.

The following day was good. The weather wasn’t the only thing warm and cheerful. Angela and Loki had spent most of the day in good spirits. Angela had slept in for the first time in years. Loki gave her a bit of ribbing over it, but nothing could ruin her mood today.

They had gone to a late afternoon movie. It was some action film that she barely paid any attention to. The real enjoyment she had at the movies came from Loki’s snide commentary. It almost caused her to snort her drink out her nose at one point. Which caused Loki to laugh loudly. They were shushed after that. He got to enjoy popcorn for the first time, and her version of popcorn where she adds a handful of M&M’s to them and mixes them.

Afterwards they decided to have dinner. It wasn’t a fancy, over-the-top restaurant, but it still had great food. Angela was laughing at Loki’s impression of the main hero of the movie, when she heard her name being called.

“Angela? Oh my god, Jane come here, it’s Agent Lawrence!” That was for sure Darcy Lewis’ voice. Angela didn’t forget a voice ever.

Oh no. Oh fuck. Oh no. Shit.

Panic seized all her rational thoughts. Her eyes widened in horror, and her breathing stilled. Her gaze snapped from Loki over to the brunette who was approaching quickly with Dr. Foster. They both were waving, completely oblivious to the fact that the man who tried to kill Thor was literally across from them.

‘Calm down. You can handle this. For all I know Loki doesn’t know who they are, or look like. Handle it quickly,’ she instructed herself.

She put on her widest smile and waved back. Then she looked over to Loki. His gaze turned to them, and that’s when she realized he did, in fact, know who they were. His jaw tightened, it did that anytime the conversation took a turn and he was upset. His eyes hardened, and then turned to her. His hand that had simply been resting on the table, turned to a fist.

Oh no.

Jane and Darcy had arrived to the side of the table, and Angela still hadn’t said anything.

“What are the odds of seeing you here?” Darcy said, oblivious.

“Right?” Angela replied, taking her eyes off the very dangerous god.

“How are you feeling?” Jane asked, concern filling her eyes.

The only thing they should be concerned about is how quickly south this whole encounter could go.

“I’m fine, thank you. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Angela hoped that was all they really wanted.

“That’s good. We were worried about you. But Agent Barton said you were fine.” Jane continued.

“Yeah, he called and checked on me yesterday. But they gave me the day off just in case. But I’m just fine.” Angela hoped her disinterest would alert them to the fact that this was not a good time.

But Darcy. Lovely Darcy, nuance was never her forte. Angela liked her, but there was no changing Darcy Lewis.

Darcy looked across the table to him. Her eyes widened, and she gave Angela the most salacious smile Angela has seen. “Just fine? If I was sitting with someone this handsome I��d be a bit better than just fine.”

Jane shoved Darcy with her elbow, “Darcy!” she chided.

“What?” Darcy asked. It was a rhetorical question because she immediately changed gears, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Fuck. “This is–” Angela began. Her eyes locked with Loki’s. She could see the many emotions swimming inside; panic, anger, and many others. “–Luke,” she introduced, her gaze going back to the duo. “My friend. We were catching up. Luke, these are my co-workers, Darcy Lewis, and Dr. Jane Foster.”

They both waved at him, and Angela watched as he morphed from angry to charming prince. “A pleasure,” he replied simply, a charming smile in place, but to Angela it looked more like a smiling serpent ready to strike.

Darcy smiled wider at the sound of his accent. “Oh, are you British? Because you don’t sound American.”

If he didn’t know what the difference between Britain and America was it didn’t show, because he took the question in stride like he heard it often. “Yes. Born and raised. I came here for work, and since Angela happened to be here I had hoped we could catch up.”

A plausible explanation. It was no wonder this man was The God of Lies and Mischief. It sounded natural. No thought.

Jane elbowed Darcy again, and gave her a hard stare before speaking again. “Well, it was nice to meet you Luke, we’ll let you guys get back to catching up,” she turned to Angela, “and we’ll see you tomorrow, Agent Lawrence.”

“Yeah, see you guys tomorrow.” She replied.

She watched as Jane all but pulled Darcy away from the table, the two bickering the whole way out. She didn’t hear them over the sound of her own heart in her ears though. Nor did she hear Loki ask for the check. All she knew was that Loki was pissed. And the day had been ruined in but an instant.

#loki x oc #loki x ofc #loki/oc #loki/ofc #loki #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #bloodied and broken

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 10

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 4254

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 9 - Part 11

Masterlist

AN: Necklace picture will be put at the end of the chapter.

I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

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Person after person passed by Loki and Angela on their way into a shop inside of the large, busy shopping square. He had never seen so many Midgardians in one place. Angela wasn’t a short woman by any means, but there was the possibility of losing one another. While glancing around and taking in the sights, he noticed many other people around them holding hands. Thinking it a clever idea, he took her hand in his. Her head snapped to look up at him, then down to their now joined hands, back to him with a questioning expression.

“Don’t want to lose you to the crowd, darling.” he leaned down to tell her.

Loki was rarely on the receiving end of a mischievous smirk, but that’s exactly what she gave him in response. She said nothing though, only nodded, and then led them into one of the many shops.

One of the people inside greeted them promptly, and asked how she could help them.

“I need to add a line to my account,” Angela answered easily.

The woman smiled knowingly. “Adding your boyfriend to your plan?”

Angela took the comment in stride, showing no signs of surprise like Loki was. “Yep.” she replied.

“Alright. You guys can go pick out his phone, and I’ll be over there when you’re ready.”

Angela thanked her, and quickly led him over to the displays.

“So we’re together now, love?” he asked, his tone light. Amused at the situation now that his shock had worn off.

It seemed she had developed the habit of rolling her eyes at him. “You’re the one who held my hand, honey,” her tone was just as light and playful as his. “Usually only couples do that.”

“Yet you said nothing when I did so.” He lifted an eyebrow at her.

She heaved a sigh, “You didn’t want to get lost, it was sweet.”

He scoffed, “I’m not sweet.”

She laughed at his peeved tone. “No, only that sweet tooth of yours,” she jested. “Now come on, pick one out, we don’t have all day.” She pointed to the phones in the cases.

He glanced through them, and picked the green one. It seemed similar enough to the one Angela owned, so she would be able to teach him how to operate it.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” Angela said, and headed over to where the lady from before was.

They both came over, and the woman unlocked the case and took out the phone Loki had picked out. All of them together, then went closer to the back of the shop. They began to speak of somethings he couldn’t quite understand the importance of so he blocked it out and looked around the shop to occupy his time.

After a while Angela broke him out of his thoughts by handing him her purse. “Will you hold this, please?”

He took it in his hands, and couldn’t resist taking a peek inside. It was fairly full. She had taken her wallet out and was now searching in said wallet for her ‘card’ as she called it. Her purse was mostly full of practical things; her keys to the car and house, her cosmetics, her own phone, medicine, and a pen and notepad. What shocked him was when he began to dig deeper and saw a small handgun. He looked up, catching her eyes, and she gave him a small smirk. He ceased searching inside after that.

The woman was still using her card to process the payment. Angela handed him her wallet to put back in her purse, but he looked inside the wallet as well. She had many cards inside here still, excluding the little black one she was currently using. There was also some green paper inside, which he assumed was a type of currency as well. He pulled out one of them and studied it. A hundred dollar bill, it read.

“Could you stop pulling out my money. Do you want us to get robbed?” She teased him.

He looked up, and just smirked at her. “I’m quite sure you could protect us, darling.” Lifting the bag in response.

She rolled her eyes at him, “I’d rather not have to though.” She waved the box with his phone inside. “Now, here’s your phone.”

He returned her bag to her, and took the phone from her. They began to walk outside the shop, and he watched as the device turned on. They were walking in some direction, he was unsure as to where exactly they were heading, but he trusted Angela to know. She led them to a place where there were many seats, and then began to help him with setting up the cellphone.

“And here, let me give you my number. You’re lucky I threw out dear old Lindsey number or that would be going in too.” She laughed, quickly typing into the phone. Then she handed it to him again once she was finished. “And here you go, your own phone. You can call me whenever you need me. If I’m at work only call me for emergencies though.”

“Glorious,” he drawled, examining it. Then he caught her eye and gave her a serious look. “Thank you for this,” he told her genuinely.

She smiled. And he felt his heart skip at how pretty she looked at that moment.

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s go see what else we can get you to wear, Prince Loki.”

They went to another shop, searching for him something suitable to wear. He mostly stuck with suit and ties and button-down shirts and slacks. But Angela convinced him to get some more comfortable articles of clothing, like a few t-shirts and some ‘sweatpants’. She insisted the latter wasn’t as bad or gross as it sounded.

When they were finished, Angela led them to the cashier. With both of their hands full of clothing, they sat it at the counter, and the man there rang it up. Angela began to search in her purse for her wallet, but Loki held up a hand to stop her.

She gazed up at him curiously with her brown eyes, quirking an eyebrow up in question.

Conjuring inanimate objects was simple for him. He had learned how to long ago, and since has mastered that and had moved on to actual creatures, which was much more complicated. It barely required any of his concentration, or his power. It would be safe to do a simple conjuring spell for a wallet and a stack of those hundred dollar bills he saw in Angela’s purse. Unlike if he continuously used his seidr to change his clothing every day.

With a slight movement of his hand he did so. He pulled the black wallet out of his back pocket and handed the cashier the money. The man gave Loki his change, then handed Loki the bags, and they began to leave the shop.

He cast a quick glance to Angela, and saw her fighting not to smile at his small trick. She made no comment, until they fully were outside of the shop. “I’m quite sure that’s illegal,” she joked.

A wide smirk spread on his face. “Are you going to have me arrested then, darling?”

She gave him a dramatic, incredulous look. “And be arrested for being an accessory to the fact?” she asked, “I don’t think so. Your secret is safe with me.”

He laughed at her antics. “Good, I would hate to become enemies with you.”

“No, I won’t say anything. And I’ll also try not to think about how this might affect the economy.”

They walked around for a bit before Angela saw a shop she liked, and wanted to peruse for herself. Loki was about to follow her in, when his eye caught what seemed to be a jeweler. An idea forming in his head.

For celebrations, he would always get his mother a piece of jewelry. Whether it be a necklace, a pair of earrings, a bracelet, a ring, or a broach. She enjoyed them all and made it a point to wear them at the next celebration Asgard had. A pang of longing went through his heart at the thought of his mother. He missed her. He missed her comfort, her wisdom.

Shaking it off, he made his decision. Angela was waiting for him by the front of the store, waving him to follow. He shook his head. “I’ll be right back, darling,” he told her and made way towards the jeweler.

A sapphire, he remembered her telling him earlier that that was her favorite gem. He honestly couldn’t remember if he’s seen Angela wear jewelry, perhaps she was the type of woman who didn’t. Hopefully this gift would pay off.

He stepped in the shop and was immediately greeted.

“Welcome, can I help you find anything?” A man behind the glass counters asked.

Loki cast a glance inside the glass case at the jewelry. “I’m looking for something with a sapphire in it.”

The man starts to move and Loki follows him. “All of our sapphires are over here. Are you looking for something in particular?”

Loki shakes his head, “No, I -” That’s when he sees it. A necklace. Pretty, but not overly ostentatious. Simple enough to be worn everyday, which he assumed she would appreciate. The sapphire inside was paired with an emerald and a few other smaller gems.

“This one.” He pointed it out. and the man pulled it from the case, and showed it to him. Loki examines it closely before nodding. “Yes, that will do nicely.”

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Angela watched him as he left her quickly and disappeared in the crowd.

Loki going off on his own was suspicious as hell. And if he wasn’t back in thirty minutes then she was going to go look for him. Having the literal God of Mischief wandering around a busy mall alone didn’t seem like the best idea. But so far he’s behaved himself, so she couldn’t really say anything.

She was barely paying attention to any of the clothes she was looking at. Her mind more preoccupied with thoughts of Loki and how he was treating lately. She thought he wouldn’t be as accepting about her nightmares like he was. Many people would pity her, or wouldn’t know where to start with helping her. Or think that she was weak.

He did none of those things. And he hadn’t even mentioned it since then.

In fact, it seemed they had far more in common than she previously mentioned. He had nightmares too. She wanted to know of what, but she would never ask him. It wasn’t her place. But it seemed they both felt the new bond they had. They both were similar, both broken.

And now he had taken to flirting with her. She wasn’t complaining. He was a handsome man. He was right, a person would have to be blind not to be attracted to him, but she wouldn’t tell him that. It would give him a bigger ego, and the man was already a god. He didn’t need a bigger ego.

But she never thought he would flirt with her. Especially after last night. But he was, and she wasn’t really sure what to do. So she flirted back. It was harmless, right? He was a literal legend, the God of Mischief and Lies. He couldn’t really be interested in a mortal with an obvious trauma and couldn’t even handle her powers correctly. It wasn’t as if she ugly. She had to use her looks many times in her spying career to get her information or in the right place at the right time, but she wasn’t a goddess. There was no way he was really interested in her. It was just a bit of fun.

Angela heard footsteps approaching her, and she turned and saw Loki coming towards her, an easy smile on his face.

She gave him a suspicious glance, “Where’d you go?”

He gave her his best charming, reassuring smile. “Don’t you worry your pretty, little head darling.”

She tried to not let it show how much she enjoyed hearing him and his wonderful accent call her darling. Instead, she shrugged and gave him a playful glare. “Committing more crimes?”

It was his turn to do the playful exasperation bit. He rolled his eyes at her, still smiling. “Obviously. What else is there to do?”

“We could go find you some more books to read, if you’re interested,” she suggested.

“I am, if you’re alright with it,” he replied.

“Yeah, I didn’t like anything in here anyways. Come on, Barnes and Noble is close by.”

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It was sometime in the evening when they had finished all their shopping and finally got something else to eat. After they ate, they made their way home to put away all of Loki’s new belongings. Angela sat down on the couch and began to flip through the channels waiting for Loki to finish.

She heard his footsteps approaching from the hall, and then him speaking.

“Angela?”

She turned to face him from her spot on the couch. “Yeah?”

He came to sit down next to her, closer than he usually did. She noticed that one of his hands was behind his back, shielding something from her view. “I have something for you.” He pulled out a long, velvet box from behind his back. “For you. For all the kindness you have shown me.”

It was obviously jewelry. He must have got it during that time when he left her in the mall. She hesitantly reached for it, and opened it. A beautiful necklace was inside. No one had bought her jewelry before, especially something so pretty. It must have cost a bit, not that it really mattered when he could conjure money out of thin air, but still. Her heartbeat picked up as she looked up at him, and saw him waiting for her response.

“I don’t know what to say,” she whispered. And she didn’t. It was nice, sweet really. He remembered her favorite gem, even if she had only told him a few hours before he purchased the necklace. He got something she really liked. He obviously took her taste into account because it wasn’t some big, gaudy thing he could have bought. “Thank you. This is very sweet, but you didn’t have to get this for me.”

“You deserve it. No one has shown me as much kindness as you have. And I want to show my gratitude,” he responded. He had a soft smile on his face, his eyes bright.

She smiled sweetly at him. “A simple ‘thank you’ would have been good enough.”

“Think nothing of it, darling. It belongs to you. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on it.”

She took the necklace out of the box, and examined it further. She held it out for him to take, heart racing. “Would you help me put it on?” she asked.

He took it from her hands, finger brushing hers. At that moment she could have swore he was the God of Thunder because she felt electricity at his touch. No, electricity in the whole atmosphere. She turned to allow him to put it on her.

“Hold your hair, darling,” he whispered, his breath caressing the back of her neck, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. She lifted her hair up, giving him space to put the necklace on. His fingers brushed against the back of her neck as he fastened the necklace, and then moved them away. “There we go.”

She let her hair fall back down. And touch the front of her necklace. She gazed back at him as he looked over her. “How does it look?” she asked, voice low.

“Perfect.” There was a quality to his voice she hadn’t heard before. He was looking at her in too intimate of a way. Too close. Her thoughts began to take off in a direction they had no business going.

‘They were friends. And he was grateful. He was just naturally charming, he didn’t mean anything by it. Don’t do it.’ she reminded herself.

It was time to cut this short. “So, you said something about training me?” she asked, trying her hardest to erase the tension in the air.

The usual mischievous, smug look in his eye returned. That was better, that she could handle. Nothing like the sweet gaze from before.

“Are you ready?” he teased. He stood from his spot on the couch.

“Always,” she replied. She grabbed her keys, and they left the house.

They might need a lot of room to practice whatever Loki had in mind. Her backyard was out of question. She had neighbors and the last thing she needed was them to see that they had powers. The general public wasn’t usually that accepting of things like that. And she wanted quiet, so she could focus and learn as much as she could. It wasn’t often someone got taught by a god. She was going to make the most of this.

The place she chose was far from civilization; in the middle of the New Mexican desert. The full moon hung high and the stars twinkled above endlessly, uninterrupted by any city lights. Angela stepped out of the car, and looked up, watching them in wonder.

The other car door slammed, and Loki rounded the front of the car to where she was. She began to speak, “I’ve always loved the moon and the stars, ever since I was a kid. I used to have books I would read over and over about them. I could tell you just about any constellation in the sky.”

He looked up to the stars along with her. “My mother is a fan of astronomy, she would study the stars often. She taught me most of what she knew.”

Not taking her eyes off the night sky she responded, “Was that all she taught you?”

“No,” his voice was getting distant. When he did speak of his past he spoke mostly of his mother, but she could tell it hurt him to be away from her. “She taught me how to fight. And how to wield my seidr. And now I shall teach you.”

She gives him her full attention. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Loki moves to stand before her. “Now, I’m going to use my seidr to see exactly what we’re working with. Are you alright with that?”

She nods at him. “Yeah, sure. If anything you’re the thousand year pro, I’m not worried about it. I trust you.”

The serious expression on his voice turns to surprise before he schools his features quickly. He then nods at her and with a motion of his hand, a green mist envelops her. She feels it ghost over her skin before sinking in.

“How do you feel?” he asks while his magic works, watching her intently.

Her eyes are closed. Feeling the chilly brush of his magic. It’s under her skin, tickling along her body. She giggles. “It’s cold. And it tingles,” she tells him.

He hums in the back of his throat in acknowledgement. “I can tell there was something that enhanced your powers at some point, but you were born with this. In fact, I’m sure this is Asgardian.” Surprise is evident in his voice.

Her eyes pop open. “Asgardian?” she questions.

He nods at her. “Yes, it’s not unheard of. We have been here long ago.”

“Yeah, with the Vikings. So I’m assuming one of my ancestors fucked an Asgardian?”

His laugh is short, but still full of amusement at her crassness. “So it would seem.”

She had Asgardian blood in her, or at least a little bit of it. If that was the case… “Would it be easier to help me? Since our powers are so similar?” she asks, eyes wide with hope.

He presses his lips together in thought, considering her question. “Well, I’d have to know what helped enhance your gifts, darling,” he answers after a moment.

Nope, nope, nope. No way, no how. First, the existence of the Tesseract is classified information. Second, telling him that she had been tortured with the damn thing for nearly twelve years was out of question. Him knowing she had nightmares was one thing, but to know why was out of question. She didn’t want his pity, she didn’t want him to treat her differently. She didn’t want anyone to know. And she really didn’t know if she could even tell anyone. It was difficult enough to relive it in her dreams. To do so in real life, she wasn’t sure she could do that.

Loki’s voice broke her out of her silence. “I can’t help you, unless you accept them.”

Her gaze snapped back at him, “Excuse me?”

He sighs. “Whatever happened, you must come to terms with it, darling. I’m assuming it’s what gave you those nightmares. These powers, they are a part of you, always have been. It makes sense that you returned in the state that you did. Your mind and the powers are at a conflict with one another. And this isn’t even taking into consideration that you are Midgardian. Your body will already have a tough time with them. It will always overwhelm you if you do not find the balance within yourself,” he explains.

She squares her jaw, resigning herself to the fact that she may never be able to control her powers. “Easier said than done, Loki,” she huffed.

“Never said it wasn’t, darling,” he replied simply. “Now, what all have you been able to do?” he questioned, moving along.

She takes a deep breath and explains, “Mostly open and close wormholes. I can teleport, very short distances. It’s easier just to just get somewhere regularly, y’know? I’m not sure what all I can do. I tend to pass out or get a damn nose bleed before I can do much. I use my powers for emergency situations only. I’m better off with my weapons, and my wit.”

“‘Tis a shame,” he muses, “because you could be extremely powerful. Or, you will be once you are more open to it. For now, I want you to concentrate,” he instructs as he begins circling her. “Feel it, how your power flows through your veins. I’ll bring it to the forefront, then I want you to make it appear in the palm of your hands. Even with my help, it might be difficult. But this way, you won’t harm yourself.”

His seidr engulfs her once again, wrapping around her like a cocoon. Then she feels the flicker of her own powers spark. It’s familiar, yet different. Far more delicate than she ever called them. When she uses her powers it’s like ripping them open, and slamming them shut. This feels more like gently waking them. She shuts her eyes and holds out her palms for Loki to see.

She pokes, pulls, pushes, and tries to coax them to gather in her palm to no avail for ten minutes. Until Loki’s words come back to her, ‘These powers, they are a part of you, always have been.’ It was a matter of her willing them to do what she wanted. Before long, the power pools in her grasp, and she opens her eyes with a gasp as she sees the electric blue glow. She quickly looks to Loki to get his approval.

He smiles. “I’m impressed, you didn’t take as long as I thought you would.”

Her hand moves under her nose to check to see if it’s currently dripping blood. When she finds none, she lets out a joyful cry. Quickly, she shoots herself over to Loki and wraps her arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He pauses, long enough for her to register exactly what’s she’s doing, but then she hears him laugh and pats her on the back.

“Well done,” he praises her. “That’s all I’ll have you do. Get used to the feel. Tomorrow, I want you to do it yourself.”

She almost preens at his praise, but remembers herself. She backs off and gives him a breathtaking, wide smile. “Sorry, I just never thought I’d ever do anything without basically almost dying in the process.”

He shakes his head, with a fond smile on his lips. “Darling, I may have only known you for two weeks, but even I can see you would have been able to do this.”

She smiles warmly. “Thank you, Loki.”

“Of course. Now, since we are already out here, why don’t you tell me about these constellations you learned about as a child.”

The both of them went to sit on the hood of her SUV, and she began to point out each star and constellation she knew. Ursa Major, Ursa Minor, the star Polaris, the zodiac constellations. Loki listened keenly, enthralled by her passion.

“And - you can’t see it because it’s usually only visible during winter to spring - but the brightest star in our sky is called Sirius. It’s a part of the Canis Major, and called the Dog Star. But the Nordic people called it, Lokabrenna. Loki’s torch,” Angela described.

A smile spread on his face slowly, as he looked at her. The soft look from earlier in the living room returning. They hold one another’s gaze. “Would you care to hear of Asgard’s stars?” he asks after a moment.

“I would love to,” she whispers.

AN:

#loki x oc #loki x ofc #loki/ofc #loki/oc #loki #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #bloodied and broken

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 9

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 3798

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

AN: I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

Part 8 - Part 10

Masterlist

The muffled ringing of her cell phone woke Angela up the next morning. Or at least, she believed it was morning. The sun was glaring throughout the house through the blinds. For all she knew it could be the afternoon. She had passed out for what seemed hours. Sleep still clung to her eyes, and her consciousness, disorienting her. She looked around, trying to get her bearings.

She was currently laying on the couch, with her feet in Loki’s lap. Loki was asleep, his head resting uncomfortably on the back of the couch. They both must have fallen asleep watching the movie.

Slowly, Angela removed her feet from his lap, trying to not wake him. Last night, she apparently wasn’t the only one who had a rough go of sleeping. And Loki had helped her out. He deserved what rest he could get.

Her phone had stopped ringing by the time she quietly made her way to where it was. It was still inside her jacket pocket. Which Loki had kindly folded and placed on top of her dresser for her yesterday. She pulled it out from the pocket, and took note of the time. It was early morning. Very early in fact. The call had to be someone from work.

The missed call notification was from Clint. A soft smile appeared on her face. Clint must be worried about her. Hell, she would have been worried if she saw anyone leave the way she left yesterday. Quickly, she called him back.

It didn’t take long for him to answer. “Hey, I know it’s early, but I wanted to see if you were alright.”

“Yeah,” she assured him, “I’m cool. Just had to sleep it off, y’know?”

“That’s good, you had me worried there, but I kinda figured.” She could hear the relief in his voice.

The relationship between her was a strong, platonic one. Fury tended to put Barton, Romanoff, and her on missions together. In some form of grouping or another. Between the getting shot, and the infiltrating bases they had grown to be close friends. She wasn’t as close to Clint as Natasha was, but then again she wasn’t in a romantic relationship with him. She trusted Clint Barton with her life. And she knew it went the other way around. She didn’t know everything about the man, but that didn’t really matter. What she did know was that he wasn’t as dumb as he acted. His perception could be as sharp as his aim. And he was on the very, very short list of people she trusted to watch her six. That’s what truly mattered.

“So, uh-” Clint’s voice came through the speaker, “-I spoke with Fury yesterday and he wants your report ASAP. And an update on your condition. He mentioned that you would be able to take today off as well.”

“Woo,” she muttered unenthusiastically, “I get today instead of tomorrow off.”

“No, I think you get your regular day off too.”

“Oh wow. It must be Christmas,” she joked lightly.

He laughed sharply, “You’re forgetting we don’t get holidays.”

She sighed dramatically, “Yeah, I know. Maybe we should open up more wormholes and I can get more time off.”

He snorted, “We might not be so lucky next time.”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Well, I’m gonna go ahead and call Fury then. I’ll see you Monday, Clint.”

“Yeah, see ya. Enjoy your time off.”

“I will.” With that she hung up the phone.

Contacting Director Nicholas Fury usually wasn’t an easy task. Typically, there were people she had to go through first. Specifically Agent Coulson, and finally Agent Hill, his right-hand woman. And that was even with their close relationship. The man was the director of an intelligence agency. The less people able to contact him, the safer he - and that person - was. Fury was the one to contact you. Usually face-to-face in a dramatic fashion.

However, he had given her and Barton a way to contact him directly due to his interest in Dr. Foster and Dr. Selvig’s work. Angela knew that he would be awake by now. If the sun was up, so was Nicholas Fury. He was busy and he never wasted a second that could be spent doing something productive.

Dialing the number, she waited patiently for him to pick up. When he did, she immediately greeted him. “Director.”

“Lawrence,” he responded in kind. “How’re you holding up?”

His voice had been neutral, but Angela knew he was concerned. When she first encountered SHIELD, it was Fury who tried to help her. She had ran, but he didn’t give up on her. Eventually, he got through to her, and they became closer. She owed that man everything. He took her under his wing, and treated her more like a daughter than her ‘father’ ever did.

“I’m pretty good. I should be fine, all things considered,” she told him genuinely, trying to reassure him.

“That’s good. Barton informed me of what happened. What all did you see?”

Straight to the point. Just how Angela liked it.

“Some sort of alien life form. Difficult to actually describe what they looked like, but they looked like they were part machine. It was frightening, to tell you the truth sir,” she explained.

He didn’t respond for a moment, contemplating what she had said. “For now, we wait and watch. We may have pissed them off, and if we did, we don’t want to have more trouble. We have no idea what they are capable of or who they are.”

“They didn’t seem all that intelligent. At least not like the Asgardians. At least they could speak with us.”

“Or maybe we committed a huge faux pas, and it was on sight. It’s still best to be cautious. And for you to get your strength back up. You’re our best bet right now, Lawrence.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll do my best,” she replied sincerely.

“Rest up for now, Lawrence. You earned it. You’re back up Monday. I’m expecting you with Dr. Foster and Dr. Selvig first thing in the morning, and then I want you to canvas Puente Antiguo just to make sure.”

“Got it,” she replied.

He hung up without another word, per usual.

Angela laid back on her bed the fact that she had two full days off finally catching up with her. She never took a sick day, never really asked for time off. She honestly didn’t know what to do with herself.

Looking down, she realized she was still in her clothes from before. A shower, that’s what she’d do with herself.

Loki awoke to the sound of a door opening. He opened his tired eyes and found himself in the living room on the couch. His neck ached from the position he finally fell asleep in. His eyes focused on the digital clock under the TV and realized it was getting close to the time Angela usually left for work.

Today could be another chance for him to access Angela’s laptop and get more information on the Tesseract. Schemes of what he could do bound around in his thoughts, but then thoughts of yesterday and last night drifted into his mind. The way Angela returned him, bloodied. The sound of her whimpers, and the sound of her screams. The panic and fear on her face when he had first woke her. And how his chest ached as he watched her sleeping form, trusting him with her in her fragile state…

Perhaps another time. Angela could come back again. The chances of him getting caught were too high and too risky.

There was that damn ache in his chest again, and for the life of him he couldn’t understand it.

“Oh! You’re up!” Angela’s voice came from the hallway.

He glanced back to see her and a small smile appeared on her face. She fully walked out of the hallway with an arm full of clothes. “Good morning.”

He smiled back at her before greeting her, “Good morning, darling. Off to work?”

“Actually I got the day off. Tomorrow too,” she smiled even wider. “Maybe we could go see a bit more around town and do something fun.”

“Fun?” Loki repeated with a slight teasing smirk. “You have fun?”

“Okay, first off, rude. Second off, yes. We could go get some breakfast, go shopping, go to the movies, go do something other than having you rot in this house.”

He considered it for a moment, “I suppose that would be fine.”

“Cool, just let me take a shower and get ready and we can head out for the day.”

He nodded and she headed back over to the bathroom. Loki got up, stretched, and headed to his room to change for the day as well. A simple button down and some slacks. He fixed his hair with his magic. He left the room and sat on the couch to read a book.

It was taking Angela a bit longer than usual to get ready. Perhaps she just enjoying a nice, hot shower. He let himself get lost in the words of the Bard. He heard the bathroom door open and Angela stepped out.

He looked back and his eyes widened. For the first time since he’d known her, her hair was down. It went past her shoulders, and the natural ringlets framed her face. She was also wearing some cosmetics today as well. A thick black line ending in a wing shape on her eyes, and a pretty pink blush on her cheeks. Her lips glossy. She wore a simple short-sleeved yellow blouse and shorts that showed off her long legs and thighs.

She walked into her room and grabbed what she called a ‘purse’ before even acknowledging him. “Alright, I’m ready.”

He shook himself from his momentary stupor, “Yes, as am I.” He stood from the couch, and replaced the book in the shelf with his seidr. He opened the door and gestured for her to go ahead, “Ladies first.”

She smirked at him and walked past, “Why thank you, good sir.”

He smiled and opened her car door while she locked the front door. By the time he climbed in, she had already gotten her seatbelt on and started the car. He fastened his, and leaned back.

Once settled, he spoke again to her, “You look lovely today.”

Shocked, she looked over at him, “Thank you. You look good today too.”

The rest of the ride was spent with idle chatter and small talk. They finally arrived at what Angela referred to as a ‘diner’ and they were sat at a booth. The place almost reminded him of the taverns he and his brother frequented in Asgard. While the taverns were dark and loud, filled with people trying to get drunk or find a companion for the night, this place was bright. The walls were a bright white. The tables too. Red accented the place.

The woman who had led them to table sat some type of paper in front of them both. He looked down at it, The Allspeak he possessed translating the words to him. He read through the menu.

“See anything you like?” Angela asked after a moment.

The urge to flirt with her was great, especially with a question like that, but Loki refrained. He had decided not to seduce her, after all. Instead he asked her a question, “What is this pancake?”

“Oh, you’ll probably like it,” her voice was chipper, “It’s sweet. You should get it.”

He trusted her judgement. So far, she hasn’t led him astray with what she has fed him. He’s like it all. “I think I shall,” he replied.

Someone came up to the table, causing Loki to look up from the menu. It was a young woman, who was currently looking at some notepad. But the moment she looked up at Loki, her eyes widened with interest.

She smiled coyly at him before introducing herself, “Hi, I’m Lindsey, I’ll be your server today. What can I get you to drink, sir?”

It took him a moment to process that she had completely ignored Angela. It didn’t sit quite right with him. And before her could speak, Angela quickly took over the conversation.

“We’ll both have some coffee, thanks,” Angela told the woman, far too kind in his judgement.

The waitress barely looked at Angela. She instead smiled right at Loki, “Alright, I’ll be right back with that.” And she winked at him. She had the audacity to actually bloody wink at him.

The look on his face must have been distasteful because Angela started to snicker.

“It seems you have an admirer,” she teased.

He studied Angela for a moment. Being brushed off didn’t seem to upset her. And of course, she found his distaste for the woman amusing. So naturally he teased her right back. “Of course I do, she has eyes doesn’t she?”

She rolled her eyes at him playfully. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“I’m a god darling, that comes with the description.”

Angela laughed loudly. It brought a genuine smile on his face, and he found himself chuckling along with her. A part of him wanted to see if he could make her laugh like that again. Especially after last night. It was good to see her happy, and free.

So he kept teasing her, “Are you jealous, pet?”

Her laughter died down some. “Me? After you just looked like you were offended by a mortal hitting on you? You’re kidding, right?” she asked.

“It wasn’t the fact it was a mortal, darling. It was the wrong mortal. What need do I have of her, when I’m already sitting across from a lovely and witty mortal already?”

He had thought she would laugh, but instead her cheeks warmed and she seemed flustered at his flirtatious teasing. Mayhaps he lied a bit earlier when he said he wouldn’t seduce her. But this wouldn’t be because he needed her trust. No, this is because he quite liked how lovely she looked with that blush.

However, before Angela could either respond in kind or rebuff him, Lindsay had returned to them with their cups of coffee and some creamer.

“Here you guys go! Are you ready to order?”

“Yes, could I get the strawberry crepes, with some bacon and two eggs? Please?”

The lady makes a sound of acknowledgement, before once again focusing her attention on Loki. “And you?”

“The buttermilk pancakes, that will be all,” he says in a dismissive tone.

Lindsay seems to take the hint, and scribbles down their order and leaves.

“You’re so rude,” Angela reprimands him. There wasn’t much bite to her tone though. He would know if she was truly cross with him.

“Me? The woman barely even looked at you or even spoke a word to you. I won’t tolerate you being disrespected in my presence, Angela. She wanted my favor and she can’t have it,” he defended himself.

A thoughtful look came across her visage. “Are you used to shooting down women who ‘want your favor’”? She mocked his accent in the end.

He smirked, “Women and men. I am–” he paused, then considered, “–was a Prince of Asgard. Many wanted my favor for some reason or another.”

She nodded in understanding.

“And as I said earlier, anyone with eyes admires me,” his tone had gone back to sly.

She smiled and rolled her eyes once again, forgoing indulging him in another bout of teasing. Instead, she seemed lost in her thoughts. After a moment of pondering, she looked back at him and began to speak. “So I’ve been thinking about what you said last night.”

What he said last night? “I said many things to you last night, You’ll have to be specific, darling.”

“About you helping me with my powers.”

Ah, yes. That. He leaned back and regarded her silently.

Loki may have only been around Angela for a little under two weeks, but he knew that she was a decisive woman. If she was already bringing this up, then she had made her decision. And if his intuition was right, she had decided to allow him to help. She didn’t seem the type to continue on, when she could fix something. She showed that when she didn’t leave him there to die in the middle of a ditch.

With a smile, he asked, “When do we start?”

She didn’t seem too off put by his demeanor, in fact she took it in stride. “Well, Mr. Sure-Of-Himself, I have a few questions first.”

‘Good. Always question. She would be a great pupil,’ he thought. He gestured for her to continue.

“What all does the ‘training’ consist of? And can I get hurt?”

“Well, that all depends on what your powers are. I can do an assessment of them and we can go from there. And as your mentor, I wouldn’t allow you to harm yourself. You’re putting your trust in me, and I wouldn’t betray that.”

“Oh?” she questioned. “Kind of hard to put my trust in you when I barely know you.”

He chuckled, “Darling, you came home hurt and I took care of you. You already have put your trust in me.”

She pursed her lips, considering. “True, but I would appreciate knowing more before I commit to this. You may be my roommate, but I barely know a thing about you. Everything we’ve talked about hasn’t been anything personal. Just superficial shit. I’m trusting you with something that barely anyone knows about me.”

He considered this. On one hand, it’s everything he wanted; her trust, and an off-chance to get more information to help him with his plot against Asgard. On the other, it left a foul taste in his mouth. This seemed almost too much. He wasn’t thinking when he offered this to her last night. Didn’t think it meant this much to her.

He still needed to do this. Odin had to pay. Thor had to pay.

So he put on his most patient and reassuring smile, “I’m honored then. What would you like to know?”

Lindsay came by, and dropped off their food before she could ask. She asks how the food looks, and when Angela responds great, she takes her leave, much to Loki’s relief.

“Have you heard of twenty questions?” Angela asks while cutting into her food.

“I have not,” he says, surveying his pancakes.

Angela notices this, and smiles. She quickly reaches over and takes his plate. “Here, you spread the butter on top of the pancakes, and pour the syrup over them,” she explains quickly.

He watches as she does so, taking in the process so he can do it himself next time.

She passes back his plate after she finishes then returns to the topic, “Anyways. Twenty questions is a little game us Midgardians play to get to know one another. I ask you a question, you answer. Then you ask me. We go until we get to twenty questions. Got it?”

“Simple enough. If I do this, you’ll allow me to train you?”

“Yep, we can even start today, if you want,” she said, then took a bite of her food.

He smiled brightly at her, “Then ask away, darling.”

She swallowed her next bite, “Favorite color?”

He raised an eyebrow at her ridiculous question.

She snickered, “We’re starting off easy, then we’ll get to the bigger stuff.”

“Very well,” he decides to indulge her. “Green. It’s my personal color on Asgard. Practically everything I owned was green.”

She digested the information he gave her, “Cool. Your turn.”

“Well, then I guess I’ll ask you the same. What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. But like, midnight blue. How old are you?”

“A thousand and seventy years old, give or take.” He replied, nonchalantly.

Only for her to choke on her next bite. “Jesus Christ,” she sputtered when she caught her breath.

“Wrong god, darling.” Came his cheeky reply.

She sent him a glare. “I guess I forgot that you guys age differently than us.”

“And how old are you?” he asked.

“Twenty-five. My birthday is in February. So I’ll be twenty-six in seven months.”

“It’s your turn, darling.”

They continue on with her little game, both having enough sense to stay away from the ‘Why Loki Is No Longer a Prince of Asgard’ topic. Loki learned she has a mother, a step-father, and a half-brother named Caleb. He asked about her father then asked about her birth father out of his turn, and she steered the topic away. Noticing this, he relented and went back to safer topics. Such as her favorite gemstone; it was a sapphire.

By the time they reached the twentieth question, the waitress had come back and gave Loki the check. He starts to look at it, before Angela reaches over and takes it. After examining it, she starts to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Loki questions.

She points out a series of numbers to him, and the message under it. “Looks like Lindsay gave you her number. She still thinks she has a chance.” She waggles her eyebrows at him.

He scoffs, “It’s not like I would want to contact her. I don’t even have a way to do so.”

She pauses, “You’re right. I’ll have to fix that. You should be able to contact your new admirer.” There was that sly tone in her voice.

It was his time to roll his eyes at her, “Or perhaps I could be able to contact you during your working hours.”

“Or that too,” she concedes. “I’ll get you a phone today. We can head over to the mall and get you one. Damn, I feel like some sort of sugar momma. You get food, clothes, a place to sleep, and a new phone.”

His brows knit together, in confusion. “A what?”

“A sugar momma. A woman, usually older, who provides money and nice material things to someone, usually younger, and usually in payment for things like sex or arm candy. But that doesn’t work here. It was a joke. I should have realized you wouldn’t get it, so never mind.” She leaves some paper currency on the table and gathers her purse, “Let’s go, Mr. Mischief.”

He follows after her, thinking over her words. She didn’t expect anything from her kindness, this he knew, but a part of him (the part Frigga raised he knew) realized that she had done all this for him, and at most he was training her. And in the end, it would be for naught because he was about to betray her. She deserved something at least. Something in return for her kindness. And he would find it at the shopping square she was taking them to.

#loki x ofc #loki x oc #loki/oc #loki/ofc #loki #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #bloodied and broken

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 8

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1958

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 7 - Part 9

Masterlist

AN: The first part is a dream.

I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

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“Again!” her father’s voice rang out through the room. He was in the back, looming - watching like he always did during training sessions. It had been like this since she was old enough to hold a knife - that age being six.

Angela was drenched in sweat, and she was panting hard trying to catch her breath after sparring with three grown men. She was only ten. She stood up straight, took a deep breath, and charged at the man right in front of her.

Only to be knocked flat on her ass.

“Enough!” her father bellowed. His dark figure came strolling over and the men around her gave way to him. He stood over her, and she looked up in fear. His dark skin shined under the intense lighting of the training room, and in his visage she could only see disappointment. “Grab her and bring her to the treatment room.”

Panic seized her. “No no no no no,” she begged. The men grabbed her by her arms and she began to struggle with all her might. She hit one of them in the crouch and he doubled over, but he was immediately replaced by the other one. “Please! Dad! I’ll do better, I promise! Just don’t–”

“Be quiet, Angela.” He snapped, and then left the room.

The entire way down she struggled - kicking, screaming, and crying. Her father was nowhere to be found the moment they opened the basement door (aka the treatment room). It was a damp, dark place. The only light that was given off was some old fluorescent lights that blinked above. A bunch of equipment was in there, and surrounding a medical exam table, that came with restraints.

She was strapped down to the table, though it took them some effort. She knew they were - that her father was - going to use that glowing cube on her again. So she fought like her life depended on it. By the time they had her wrist strapped down and her legs, her father had emerged.

“Calm yourself,” He instructed. He walked passed the table, straight to another machine and booted it up. The men around her attached some sticky heart monitors to her and soon the room was filled with the sound of an EKG keeping track of her fast heartbeat.

Angela watched as her father retrieved the blue, glowing cube with a pair of metal tongs, and put it in place. He came over to her, and gazed down at her.

Her lip trembled and the tears wouldn’t stop rolling down her cheeks, “Please, I’ll be good I promise, just–”

“That’s enough. We do this so you’ll be the best. You’re my perfect little weapon, Angela.” he brushed a piece of hair from her face as he spoke softly to her. “Now open.”

She reluctantly opened her mouth and he all but shoved a mouthguard in there. She closed her eyes and waited.

She heard the machine whirl to life, and then that was the last thing she heard. The pain that coursed through her body was tremendous. It felt like pure molten lava coursing through her veins. Like something was trying to fit under her skin. All she could do was scream.

“Angela! Angela, wake up,” Loki commanded as he shook her shoulder.

Angela’s reflexes took over before she could comprehend what she was doing. She snatched the hand that was on her shoulder, and bent it backwards. She quickly turned over to see who it was that had touched her.

Loki’s jaw set, and he stared down at her waiting for her to let go of his hand. He realized she wasn’t fully awake, and didn’t know what she was doing. “It’s me - Loki. You were having a nightmare.”

A look of realization dawned on her face, and she dropped his hand, “Oh my God, I’m sorry. I–”

He resisted the urge to rub his hand, but he did subtle roll his wrist to relieve some of the pain. For a mortal, she had quite the grip. “It’s alright, darling,” he soothed.

“Did I wake you up? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” she sat up in the bed and ran her hands through her hair in exasperation.

This was a recurring nightmare of her past. That man tortured her and experimented on her for years. He trained her to be a killer. He wasn’t even her father. Just a rogue ex-agent of SHIELD named Marshall Corbain who had kidnapped her as a child and killed her actual father. Fury said that Marshall was once a top agent at SHIELD, but then wanted to restart HYDRA and took the Tesseract and ran. SHIELD had tried tracking him down for 20 years.

Loki watched her carefully, unsure of what exactly to do. He wasn’t sure how she would react to him trying to comfort her. Whatever the nightmare she had was, it obviously caused her a lot of grief. Yet, she didn’t seem too shaken by having a nightmare. It was almost as if she had them frequently. But he decided to approach her with care, “It’s alright. There’s no need to apologize,” he tried to soothe her again. “I was having my own own nightmare of sorts.

Angela’s gaze slid to him, searching for any lie in his face - in his eyes. When she didn’t find any, her features softened. She graced him with a small, tired smile. “Well, thank you for waking me up.” She turned so her feet were now on the floor, sitting next to him. “I’m just going to watch a bit of TV or something now. You can go back to bed. I promise I won’t bother you again.”

He kept his gaze on her. She hadn’t faced him again. Her gaze was directed towards the floor where her feet lay and she resembled a scolded child almost. His heart almost clenched in his chest. Though he believed Angela to be kind, he never thought her weak. In fact, he thought she was fairly strong in every sense of the word. Seeing her like this… didn’t settle well with him.

“I doubt I would be getting any sleep, anyhow.” He offered softly.

Angela’s brown eyes rose and she peered at him, once again searching. He kept his gaze leveled, knowing somehow that she wouldn’t want to be seen as weak. He wouldn’t want to be seen as that either.

Once she found whatever she was looking for, she softened again. “Well, do you…wanna watch a movie with me then?”

He nods, gets up from her bed and opens the door. With a grin he gestures for her to lead the way. She smiles at him, and slowly heads to the living room. She only turns on the lamp, opting to mostly remain in the dark. Loki comes in just as she turns on the television, and starts the DVD player. They decide on some cheesy comedy movie before settling down into opposite ends of the couch.

The previews played and Loki’s mind wandered back to her behavior after he had awoken her. “So, does it happen often?” he asked, glancing at her.

Angela had arranged herself so her feet were taking up the middle part of the couch, and her arm rested on the arm of it, holding her head She turned to look at him, bewilderment on her face, “Huh?”

He dug himself deeper into the couch, spreading his legs to take up more room before him since hers weren’t there, “Your nightmare. You didn’t seem too shaken by it.”

He had caught her off-guard. Sometimes, Loki was far too observant for her liking. Usually it was her who noticed everything, not the other way around. She tried to deny it but all that came out was a lousy, “Um.”

So she took a moment to try again. But, lying to the God of Lies seemed like a dumbass thing to do. So she told him the truth. “Yeah, it does.”

“Does it have anything to do with why you returned home in such a state?” he questioned.

She fixed her gaze to the TV, but still answered him. “No, not really. That had to do with my job.”

It occurred to her that she passed out here in the living room. But when she woke up, she had been in her bed. She looked down at herself and realized that one.) her jacket was off. Two.) so were her shoes. And three.) her face didn’t feel covered in dry blood any longer. So that meant Loki must have helped her out.

She didn’t expect him to just leave her there, no, but she was used to picking herself back up by herself after things like this happened. Still…

“Thank you for taking care of me,” she said softly.

The movie had begun, but Loki wasn’t paying attention. His focus was still on Angela. He smiled at her before speaking again. “Think nothing of it. I do believe I owe you.” His grin then turned wicked, “Besides, far be it from me not to help a pretty damsel in distress.”

Angela snorted, then rolled her eyes before focusing her attention back on the movie.

“How did you end up like that?”

“I just did too much at once. But, I had to so,” she shrugged.

“With your powers?”

He head snapped to him, her eyes wide, “Excuse me?”

He eyed her carefully. Did she not want him to know? “I wished to know what was wrong. So I checked you over with my seidr, darling,” he explained. “It relieved your powers to me, but I couldn’t quite make them out. They were weakened.”

She shifted uncomfortably, before settling down once again. “Yeah,” she admitted. “I overdid it with my powers. I can’t control them that well.”

Loki’s mind drifted to how she looked when she came through the door. It still didn’t sit right with him. “They seem to work well with my seidr. Perhaps I could train you to control them?” he offered.

She froze. If she could control her powers, then maybe she wouldn’t be hit so hard with them when she needed to use them. But everytime she used her powers, she was reminded of how she got them. She would have to consider it. “I don’t know…” she replied to him finally.

He nodded slowly. “Think it through.”

They both lapsed into a silence after going back and paying attention to the movie. Angela’s mind was more occupied with the decision of Loki’s offer. Soon though, her eyelids grew heavy and she started to lay down on the couch rather than sit. Then before she nodded off, she remembered that he said he had a nightmare tonight as well. Her head lifted slightly from the arm of the couch so she could look at him.

“What about your?” she asked softly.

Loki had actually been watching the movie and her voice broke him out of it. “I beg your pardon?”

“Your nightmare? Earlier you asked me if I had mine often. Do you have yours?”

He shifted. It wasn’t technically a nightmare. But the prospect of Thanos and his minion unnerved him. His minion had only come once before tonight, but he was sure he would see more of him, “More so lately.”

She nodded. He hadn’t asked her what hers was about, so she wouldn’t ask him. But she did feel bad he was having nightmares. It was never enjoyable. “I’m sorry,” she whispered before closing her eyes again.

Loki watched her slowly fall asleep, an ache in his chest. “I’m sorry as well,” he whispered. Though he wasn’t sure if he was only sorry for her nightmares or something else.

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 7

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1469

AO3: : Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

AN: I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

Part 6 - Part 8

Masterlist

Loki didn’t often get surprised. People often turned out exactly as he thought they would when he first met them. Angela, however, shocked him. It seemed there was more under that nice, understanding exterior. Turns out, she was incredibly intelligent and witty. She also wasn’t kind to a fault like he had assumed she was. The little incident at Walmart had proved that she had some bite to her after all. A rather big one in fact. At first, it had annoyed him, but in the end he had left slightly impressed.

With what little time together they had together between her working, he spent trying to get to know her. In the beginning, it was solely due to his need of infiltrating her agency. So far he’s had little ground on that front. She was very tight-lipped on her work. He figured she would be, she worked at an intelligence agency. Now, he spent trying to get to know her because she had impressed him.

Angela was a very curious person. By nature, most intelligent people were. It was how one gained knowledge, after all; to ask questions, to learn more. The moment she realized he had no issue with answering her questions about the universe, she couldn’t help herself but to ask more. She wanted to know everything. So he indulged her, and answered whatever question she threw his way.

She had also seemed especially enamored with his magic. It had been a long time since he had actually dazzled someone with it. Everyone on Asgard considered it to be easy tricks. Which was another reason he and Thor grew apart. Everyone loved Thor for being a pure warrior. Yet no one cared for his use of magic in the battlefield. Angela seemed to understand the effort it took to cast even a tiny illusion spell. She wanted to know more about magic, the technicalities of it. Not just sit and watch him perform spells. Which he took in stride and tried to explain as best he could. And she appeared to understand it quickly, and absorb the information as a sponge would water.

With her gone so long during the day they rarely had the chance for him to give an in depth lecture on it. So far he’s been telling her of Asgard and she’s just been informing of Midgardian customs. Midgardians have changed since he was last here centuries ago.

When she wasn’t here, he had to find some means to entertain himself. Which wasn’t difficult considering she had taught him to work the television and ‘Netflix’ as she called it. But, he mostly enjoyed reading her books. She had good taste. Right now he was reading the completed works of William Shakespeare. When he wasn’t doing either of those, he was testing out his magic. During his fall, they seemed to have grown exponentially. What used to take most of his energy, barely bothered him anymore. He was using this time to better himself. And it was working.

But today, Loki was on a mission. Last night, Angela had gotten a call from work and spent some time on her laptop. This meant she kept work-related information on there. The moment she left, he was going to see what all he could find on SHIELD and use it to start a plan.

Her schedule was the same everyday he had been here. When the sun rose, she would wake, get ready for the day, and then break her fast. Then she would leave around 7 a.m., and not return until 6 p.m. That gave him plenty of time to take her laptop and formulate a plan from there.

At seven on the dot, she left just like she always did. Loki took his time cleaning the kitchen, instead of using his magic, to stall just in case she forgot something and came back. It was highly unlikely that she would, the woman was extremely organized, but he did so just in case. Once he was done he crept into her room, and grabbed her laptop. He sat on the edge of her bed and opened it. It was heavily encrypted, but that didn’t mean much to him. Midgardian technology was completely obsolete to the rest of the Nine Realms, and he easily bypassed it with his magic.

After a few moments of searching, he found what he was looking for. The SHIELD database. Angela was high clearance, apparently, but not high enough to gain access to what he was looking for. either that, or they didn’t want her to know of the Tesseract. Still, she could be of some use to him. He had yet to see exactly what she was capable of.

Using his magic, he navigated his way through her file and began to read.

‘Name: Angela Janeatte Lawrence.

Date of birth: February 20th, 1986

Codename: Eclipse.

Level Clearance: 8

Assassin. Undercover Spy. Field operative.’

‘My my,’ Loki thought. ‘What else is she hiding?’

As he began to peruse the rest of her file, he heard the tell-tale sound of her car pulling up to the house. He quickly glanced down at the time. It was only around 9 a.m., what in the realms was she doing home so early?

He hurried and quickly erased all of his doing on her laptop with his magic, set it back in its place and hastily went to the living room and opened a book. He had made it just in time to hear her unlocking the door with her key. He pretended to be reading his book, to appear as nonchalant as possible.

As the door opened he began to speak to her, “You’re home ear–”

Loki lifted his head and almost had to do a double take. Angela was leant up against the doorway, dried blood under her nose. Her blood had dripped down on her dark gray shirt, and left dark spots all down it.

Before he realized what he was doing he stood from the couch and discarded his book. He made his way over to help her. “Angela?”

But she didn’t respond. She was unsteady as she took a few steps into the house.

He knew she was going faint before it happened. He saw the way her eyes glazed over, and the way they rolled in the back of her head. He darted to catch her in his arms.

He picked her up with ease and carried her to her bedroom. He gently set her on top of her bed before going to fetch a rag to clean her up a bit. As he cleaned her up, he laughed quietly to himself about the irony. Guess it was his turn to take care of her. He used his magic to check her over, and see exactly what was wrong with her.

It seemed the poor dear had severely over-exerted herself. As his magic washed over her, he felt a pulse of power against it.

Oh?

It was weak right now, but it was certainly there still fighting. This is what must have put her out.

To his knowledge, Midgardians didn’t have powers, but once again he hadn’t been here for centuries. And he had learned that he did, in fact, miss much during his absence.

He gazed down at her, looking at her in a new light. Assassin, spy, and had powers. My, what a curious little thing she had become all in one morning.

With her only being exhausted, his job was done. He took the books she was wearing off her feet, then her jacket, and put the blanket over her.

She was knocked out for the rest of the day. Anytime he would go to check on her, she would be whimpering in her sleep. And she was like that the last time he checked on her before settling down for the night as well.

The moment he fell asleep, he knew he wasn’t dreaming. He was back in the desolate land, which meant…

“Asgardian,” the voice rang out from behind him.

He turned slowly, and came face to face with the disgusting creature from last time. Loki met him with a leveled look.

“Have you confirmed the whereabouts?”

Loki linked his hands behind him, “Not as of yet.”

The creature began to circle him, but Loki didn’t budge an inch and kept his eyes on the thing. “Is this meager excuse of a planet that difficult to traverse for you?”

Loki glared, “Worry not, I’m on the right track. I’ll soon-”

A loud scream pierced through the air causing Loki to break eye contact. He glanced around to see the image fading rapidly and he began to wake.

He shot up awake, and heard the screaming continue.

It was Angela screaming.

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 6

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 1251

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 5 - Part 7

Masterlist

AN: I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

A cold feeling flooded her body. However, on the outside she only remained calmed. She didn’t tense, she didn’t move one feature in her face. She used every bit of training she had gotten since she was a child to appear as unaffected and natural as possible. She gave Barton a questioning look.

“Dr. Foster and Dr. Selvig want to do a trial for the bridge next week. You’re gonna be needed,” Barton explained.

“Alright,” she replied coolly.

This week would be oh so interesting.

Taking Loki to Walmart had been an experience. He wasn’t exactly happy with ‘Midgardian clothing’ as he called it, but they found some things that he tolerated. Especially since she had put her foot down and said that this was the only selection he was choosing from. He seemed shocked at first, then unamused, but he relented and picked out what he wanted. Taking him grocery shopping was better, he said he trusted her judgement since the meal she made last night was good. Then they passed the bakery section, and he looked like a child at the candy store. So she bought him a cake.

For the next week, her and Loki fell into an easy routine. She would go to work in the morning, and come back in the evening. She didn’t know exactly what he did while she was away, but when she got home he would be on the couch reading a book. Then she would cook dinner, he would clean up, and they would either watch TV or movies or read until they went to bed. It was nice to come back home to somebody, even if he was a spoiled prince at times.

They got along well, at least in her opinion. They would talk about this and that. She was trying to teach him about Earth and ‘Earthly customs’. From pop culture - which she mostly used the internet and TV for that - to history and myths, to, well anything really. Sometimes he would look at her like what she had just said was crazy and stupid usually about pop culture. Which, she could understand. Sometimes she didn’t get it either. And to be fair, from what he had told her about Asgard, it seemed far more advanced than Earth.

He didn’t just speak of Asgard. He was well educated on many topics. But her favorite to listen to was magic. He would get so animated in his explanations, and the spells that he cast were insanely beautiful.

Currently though, Angela was driving to the area where the trial run would take place. It was someplace far out in the desert where Thor had first landed. Jane thought that they would have a better chance of success there.

Angela pulled up to the scene and parked far from the equipment. Barton, Dr. Foster, Dr. Selvig, and Darcy, were already there. So scientists were still setting some things up and pulling up alongside Angela. She quickly made her way over to the rest of the team.

“Great you’re here,” Jane greeted.

“Where do you need me?” Angela asked.

She knew what she was here to do. Fury had told her if things started to go to shit, shut it down. That, she could do.

“I’m going to try and open it over here.” Jane pointed over to the engraving that was still on the ground from the Bifrost.

Angela nodded and stood adjacent to it, ready for it.

Barton came and stood beside her. He wore his gear and had his bow ready. He was there to help her mostly. Fury informed him what happened when she used her powers. He glanced down at her, “You ready?”

“Yes.”

It didn’t take long for them to set everything up and give the all clear.

“Darcy,” Jane’s voice called out. “You ready?”

“Yup!” She answered back.

“Erik?” Jane asked.

Erik booted up his machine and called out, “Yes!”

“Alright, let’s do this.” Jane pressed a button on her machine and it roared to life. Soon the spot above the engraving swirled with energy and then a portal opened. It was small, but a portal nonetheless.

“It worked!” Jane cried out, clearly ecstatic that her theory had worked.

Angela stood in front of the portal and peered in.

Inside was a horrible looking group of creatures. They were almost reptilian, but they looked like they were machines. One turned and looked her straight in the eyes, before snarling and snapping its jaws at her.

A loud beeping interrupted her stare down and she quickly tossed a glance back at Jane. Jane was frantically trying to fix whatever was happening on the machine.

“Shut it down!” Angela commanded harshly. She looked back at the portal to see the creature heading straight for them.

Jane hit the machine with her fist, “The system overloaded! I can’t!”

“Fuck,” Angela muttered.

She took a deep breath and held out her hand. She felt the power shifting around her fingertips and she reached out and grasped the power that surrounded the portal. She imagined a door, and tried to shut it.

The creature’s friends had noticed now and were all running at them at a breakneck speed.

Barton’s arrow was trained on them. He threw a quick glance to Angela and noticed her eyes were no longer brown, but glowing a vibrant blue. “Angela?”

“Trying!” She shouted back. It felt like she and someone else were fighting to keep a door open. She pulled as hard as she could, and it finally shut.

“What the hell do you think those were?” Clint asked.

But Angela wasn’t really listening. She felt blood dripping from her nose, and her head began to swim. Soon her legs went out from under her, and she landed on her knees.

“Angela?!” Clint’s voice sounded far away even though she knew he was right there beside her.

“Give me…. a minute. I’ll… be fine. Just…” She trailed off and forced herself to breathe deeply.

‘You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine.’ She chanted to herself in her head.

Clint held a hand out, and she took it graciously. He helped her stand, and she dusted herself off. Jane came over and handed her a bottle of water and a tissue for her nose. Angela looked down and saw the blood stains on her gray shirt.

“Are you going to be okay?” Jane asked her.

“Yeah,” Angela lied. Right now she needed to get home. When she used her powers she tended to pass out. She could feel it coming, but she was holding off as long as she could. “Barton, could you cover for me?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Take the rest of today off. You did good. I’ll send the report to Fury and get back with you in the morning.”

“Alright cool,” and with that she headed to her car and left.

She honestly didn’t know how she got home, but by the time she stumbled through the door, she was in bad shape. The entire world seemed to be spinning and her nose was bleeding again. She could hear talking, but everything sounded like she was underwater.

“You’re home ear-” Loki finally lifted his head up from the book he was currently reading and saw the shape she was in. “Angela?” he stood to go and help her.

She took two more steps in the house, and fainted.

Loki caught her before she hit the ground. What in the Realms had she gotten into?

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 5

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 2681

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

Part 4 - Part 6

Masterlist

“That’s where I went earlier today before I picked up the groceries,” Angela said.

But Loki wasn’t listening at all. A wicked light entered Loki’s eyes at the realization of his good fortune. He was an opportunist, after all. All he needed to do was befriend Angela, and gain her trust. Enough trust that when he asked, she would tell him more about her SHIELD, particularly where she worked. And then he would be able to find the Tesseract.

He looked her over with a critical eye. He took in her profile as she stood over the stove cooking dinner silently. His earlier assessment of her still held true; she was attractive. Perhaps he should seduce her after instead of just befriending her. It would be a bit of fun, and an easier way to ensure her trust. He never had problems seducing people before. He wasn’t called the Silvertongue for nothing.

‘No,’ he decided. He shook his head to clear those thoughts. Angela had been kind to him - kinder than anybody had been to him in a while. He wouldn’t be that cruel to her. Though he still would use her as a pawn for what he wanted to achieve. Asgard would burn by his hand. And to get that he needed allies. Angela was disposable, despite her kindness.

The sound of Angela’s soft voice pulled him out of his scheming, “So, I’ve been wondering something.”

He glanced at her. She had finished cooking and was bringing over two plates full of pasta. His emerald eyes followed the plate as it sat in front of him. The food looked and smelled delicious, and he was absolutely ravenous. Angela handed him a fork and he took it graciously with a quiet thank you.

“And what’s that?” He asked before taking his first bite.

“How did you get here?” Angela questioned, “What happened?”

Loki took another bite to buy time for his answer. He should have expected the question. It wasn’t every day that a man came crashing down from space. Especially on Midgard. He couldn’t tell her what actually happened. She would kick him out of here, and he needed her.

“There was an accident.” He finally answered after he finished chewing. His voice calm, almost unperturbed. As if he hadn’t tried to commit genocide, and he was currently lying through his teeth.

“An accident?” Angela pressed.

He didn’t answer for a moment, taking the time to devour his food quickly. He had to think of a lie. No, the best lies were based on truth.

By the time he did answer his plate was empty. His eyes seemed to gloss over, and his lips pulled into a thin line. Thor didn’t appreciate him trying to destroy Jotunheim. “There was a misunderstanding. The Bifrost broke. And I–” I let go. “fell off the side. I was sent through space and it landed me here in Midgard.”

Angela stopped eating. Resting her face against her hand as she took in his story. Was that what happened? A misunderstanding? She doubted it. There had to be more to his story, but it seemed like he did fall.

Then she began to wonder. What would it be like to just be floating through space? With no idea if you’ll survive or not? Or where you’ll land? It must be terrifying.

She took note of his empty plate. He must be starved. It had been three months, and he had just landed here last night. She doubted he had eaten in that amount of time.

“You can get more if you want,” she told him.

He lifted his head and nodded at her before getting up and heading over to the stove to get more food.

“I’m sorry that happened to you. It sounds horrible.” She said, genuinely.

He didn’t bother responding at first, opting to just fill his plate some more and sit back down. He didn’t want her pity, but for now, he would have to take it. So he muttered out a “Thank you,” when he went and sat at the table again.

Both of them lapsed into a somewhat awkward silence, in favor of their thoughts. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of their forks scratching against their plates.

Angela was the first to break the silence, “Will you ever go back to Asgard?”

Loki looked up from his plate. Yes, he would, but she didn’t need to know that.

“No. There’s nothing left for me there. I will stay here until I figure out what I should do.”

She nodded, got up from her seat, and placed her empty plate in the sink. So he was wandering. Angela remembered herself being in a very similar situation when she was only 15; lost, just trying to figure out where to go and what she could do. It wasn’t something she thought of often, it was a very painful memory. Before SHIELD found her, before they reconnected her to her birth mother.

Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she turned to address Loki once more. “I have work tomorrow, but afterward we can go buy you some clothes.”

“Clothes?”

“Yeah, unless you want to wear that every day?” She points to his green tunic and black leather pants. Surely it was uncomfortable to be wearing those pants every day. Though he did look great in them, but that was beside the point. “I’ll buy you some clothes, a toothbrush, stuff like that so you can be comfortable here while you figure this all out.”

Once again, her kindness baffled him. She was willing to do all this for a stranger? Surely she felt she was getting something out of this. Loki eyed her, before following suit and dumping the plate he had in the sink. He relaxed against one of the counters and watched her take out the tupperware from a cabinet and begin to put away the food.

Then he remembered he was supposed to be befriending this woman. “Thank you, Lady Angela truly. Allow me.”

His magic swarmed through his body and gathered at his palm in a green wisp. He muttered a small spell under his breath. And then the kitchen was spotless. The plates washed and placed where they were supposed to, and the food put in the tupperware that was now placed nicely by him on top of the counter.

Angela blinked, the tubberware in her hands vanishing and then turned to see what had happened. She saw the green wisp, the magic. She could feel it lingering. She took one look at everything, and then her eyes landed on Loki.

“That’s handy,” she commented. “Thank you.”

“It is no trouble at all,” he said with his most charming smile.

She smiled back at him, “Well I guess I’m going to bed then. Good night Loki.”

He inclined his head towards her, “Good night, Lady Angela.”

Angela gave him a small wave, and then headed into her room and softly shut the door. She changed into her pajamas, and then sat on her bed and waited. The moment she heard Loki shut his door, she got to work.

As silently as she could, and she could be extremely quiet, she went over to her closet and pulled out a shoebox that was filled with cameras. She took the smallest one she had and began to rework it.

While he was being nice now, it didn’t mean he was always going to be nice. And she had no idea what he was planning. He was the God of Mischief and Lies, everything he said had to be taken with a grain of salt. However, she did truly want to help him.

She wasn’t going to bug her own house, no that would be a bit too obvious. He had magic, and she didn’t know how far it extended and what exactly his powers were. And she wasn’t going to bug him. She was bugging something else, or rather someone else: Dr. Jane Foster.

Angela didn’t know how much Loki knew about Thor’s time here on Earth, but it was better safe than sorry. If Loki had attacked his own brother then Jane Foster, Thor’s girlfriend, was most likely in danger.

As she was the only one who knew the potential danger Dr. Foster was in, it was up to her to protect her as best she could. Though she wasn’t in charge of Jane’s personal wellbeing and safety. Agent Barton was actually in charge of Dr. Foster’s safety, however, she was taking it upon herself to help in this particular situation.

Angela was here to report progress and to help if anything went wrong with the Einstein Rosebridge. If things didn’t go to plan and the bridge needed to be shut, Angela could do that with her powers.

She could create and close wormholes at will. They called her powers ‘spatial manipulation’ in her files because she could do more, but it wasn’t something she did often. It took a lot out of her and caused her whole body to crash afterward. She only did it when absolutely necessary.

Right now though, she would simply bug Dr. Foster’s bag, and check in to see if anything was amiss. She would be able to hear and see anything. Easy peasy. And Loki would know no different, just in case, he did try something. She prayed to whatever god that was out there listening that he wouldn’t. But for now, it was better safe than sorry.

With one last look at the tiny camera, she placed it on her nightstand and then went to sleep.

After getting ready for work in the morning, Angela went straight to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and begin making a small breakfast. The sun had barely risen in the sky, and she barely got any sleep last night as usual.

Getting a cup of coffee had been the only thing on her mind, and maybe that’s why she didn’t hear Loki. But she felt the shift of space in the room, and she quickly turned around and found him coming up behind her.

He didn’t look any better than she felt. His hair was ruffled from sleep, and he seemed like he had just woke up. Loki seemed to realize he had startled her and gave her an apologetic smile, “My apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it,” she dismissed. It wasn’t like her to not notice someone sneaking up on her. Well, it wasn’t actively trying to sneak up on her, but still. She really needed this fucking coffee.

And maybe Loki did too, but the look of things. “I’m about to make breakfast and some coffee, do you want some?” she offered.

“Coffee?”

The pot was filled and Angela poured herself a cup first and then Loki. She handed him his mug and then went to the refrigerator to get the cream and picked up the sugar on the way back to begin fixing her coffee cup.

Loki looked down at the dark beverage, contemplating it. It smelled wonderful, unlike anything they had on Asgard. The last thing she fed him was great, so this one should be too. With that thought he took a sip of the coffee, only to immediately regret it.

It was bitter, exceedingly so. A sound of disgust left his lips, causing Angela to look up from her own cup. His face should have been the picture in the dictionary for the definition of disgust because his lips were curled, his nose was scrunched up and he was looking at the cup as if it had just offended his whole family. Angela couldn’t help but laugh.

He looked over at her. Was this some sort of joke to her?

Her laughter died down, “Sorry. Some people like it black. I don’t, I hate bitter stuff.” She offered him her cup, “Here try mine.”

Loki looked from his cup to hers. The coffee in his cup was just as she described it, black. But the coffee in hers was a light brown. Slowly, hesitantly he sipped hers. It was far more pleasant than the rubbish she gave him early. In fact, he enjoyed it.

“Better?” She asked, eyeing him.

He nodded, “Much.”

She took both cups back from him and began to fix his up as she did hers. “I can make yours sweeter if you’d like?”

He nodded. He did enjoy sweet things, “Please.”

She smiled and obliged by adding a bit more sugar to his cup. She should have known, it’s said that tricksters have a sweet tooth. But she wasn’t going to say that, last time she talked about his titles, he grew upset.

She quickly whipped up some bacon and eggs while Loki sipped on his coffee. They ate, both of them not really discussing much because they were both still waking up. When Angela was finished Loki cleaned up with his magic one again.

She tied her boots up and headed for the door. She paused, put her jacket on, and looked back at Loki who was now looking through her books. “I’ll be back around six-ish. Then we can go and pick some stuff up for you. I got books, and the TV you can watch. If you get hungry, there are the leftovers in the fridge. You can heat them up in the microwave,” she told him.

Loki glanced over at her and threw her a bright smile, “Of course. I’ll await your return, Lady Angela.”

A soft huff escaped her lips, “You can just call me Angela, you know?”

“Angela then,” he ceded.

“See you later, Loki.”

“Goodbye, Angela.”

Angela closed and locked the door, and went to her car. Once in there, she pulled out the mini camera and checked it once more. She made it to where she could check it from her phone and laptop. It was ‘offline’ right now, but she would turn it on once it was in place.

Good. Everything was in place.

The drive into Albuquerque and to the SHIELD facility wasn’t long. Angela walked in, greeting the staff there as she searched for Dr. Foster. She was in the middle of the lab, working with Dr. Selvig, and Darcy Lewis sitting in a chair on her phone. She looked up to see Clint Barton watching from the second level. Ever the hawk…

“Good morning,” Angela greeted.

“Morning,” Jane muttered, focused on whatever she was looking at on a screen.

Dr. Selvig was a bit more personable, “Good morning, Agent Lawrence.”

“Hey, Lawrence,” Darcy said with a small wave.

Angela casually scrolled over by Jane, quickly taking note of her bag not far from the scientist. Angela’s hand fiddled with the camera inside her jacket pocket. ‘Don’t be suspicious.’ “How goes the Rosenbridge?” she asked.

“Very well actually,” Selvig answered for Jane. “We think we’re on the verge of a breakthrough.”

Looking up, Angela tried to see if Barton could see her, only to find him gone. Now was her chance.

Angela looked over to the bag and started to head towards it, “Really? That’s great to hear. Hey, Dr. Foster?”

Jane looked up at her, “Yeah?”

Quickly, with deft hands, Angela attached the camera to the side of the bag, where Jane couldn’t see her, and then held it out. “Where’d you get this? It’s cute, and I need one like it to take some stuff with me back and forth to Puente.”

“Oh!” Jane smiled, “Target! But I got it a long time ago, so they probably don’t have that one anymore, but I’m sure they have some like it.”

“Okay, cook. Thanks!” Angela smiled while setting the bag down she made sure that the camera couldn’t be seen at all. Once satisfied, she started making her way out. “I’ll let the Director know what going on here. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Before she could leave though, Barton stepped into the room and stopped her.

“Actually Agent, you’ll be staying here for the time being.”

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lunarfox22 · 4 years ago

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Bloodied and Broken - Part 4

Pairing: Loki x OFC (of color)

Warning: Violence, language, blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, angst, fluff

Words: 2407

AO3: Bloodied and Broken by lunar_fox22

FFN: Bloodied and Broken by lunarfox22

A/N: I'm moving these over to my new writing works tumblr. Please forgive any confusion!

Part 3 - Part 5

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Whispers filled the air around him as Loki found himself back on Asgard. Odin walking in front of his younger self and a younger Thor, telling them they were made to be king. The scene soon morphed to the day it all went wrong. The day that Jotun had grabbed him and instead of getting frost burn, he too turned a sapphire blue. He watched as he confronted Odin. Screamed at his so-called father, begged him to tell him why he had taken Loki from Jotunheim.

“You are my son,” Odin had said.

“Lied to,” the whispers sneered. Yes, he was lied to. It was no wonder he was named the God of Lies. That was all he knew.

Then Thor went and ruined it all by destroying the Bifrost. And the moment he beseeched his father while dangling on the edge, he was rejected.

“Betrayed,” they told him.

He had let go, intent on dying. But here he was. Alive, and enraged.

“Don’t you want your revenge?”

It was one voice now instead of many talking over one another. The voice riverbed when it spoke and had a grainy tone to it.

Loki turned to face the voice. As he moved, the scenery around him disintegrated, and was replaced by a desolate, rocky, grey planet. The voice belonged to a blue, humanoid creature he did not know. The creature watched him , their large hands laced together in front of it. It was dressed in a blue cloak, with light grey chest armor covering it.

“Well, Asgardian? Do you?”

Loki laced his arms behind his back and leveled the creature with a critical eye. Even though he did want his revenge, he wasn’t about to accept any kind of help. When Asgard needed negotiating done, Loki had been the one sent to do it. He knew the art of a deal, and he wanted to always come out on top. He needed to know who exactly he was dealing with.

“Who are you?” Loki pressed coolly.

The creature began to circle him, “Who I am matters little, Asgardian. It is my master you should be concerned with.”

Loki didn’t move, instead he continued to watch. It felt much like he was being circled by a hawk. But Loki was a snake, and knew when to strike, and when to wait. “And your master is?” he questioned.

“Thanos. The Titan.” He came to stand directly before Loki.

The Mad Titan, more like. The entire galaxy had tales of him. Thanos’ army was large, and Thanos himself was exceedingly powerful. Thanos would destroy planets at his leisure, for what reason Loki never heard of. Thanos was spoken more of a cautionary tale, only in the most hushed voices.

Why would he want Loki? And why had he sent his subordinate to him? “What is your offer?” Loki asked.

“You will have your revenge. You can have your deepest desire, a throne. In return, my master would like information.”

The scene around him began to fade and Loki realized he was waking up in the real world. He needed to hurry this along.

“Information on what?”

“The Tesseract. It is rumored to be on that wretched planet that you have found yourself on. In the hands of something known as SHIELD. Confirm this, and we will give you the tools that can help you…” The voice began to fade, and Loki woke up.

His eyes snapped open, and he surged up from the bed into a sitting position. That had felt too real. His physical body still felt the soreness from the fall, but his mind was far more aware.

The Tesseract, huh? The Mad Titan wanted an infinity stone. And if Loki could tell him where it was, Loki would have access to what was no doubt very powerful tools. If Loki wanted to take over Asgard, he would have to be able to stand up to the mighty Thor, the Allfather and his army. That would be no easy feat, and he would need to even the playing field quite a bit. And this might be the way to do it.

But finding the blasted stone would prove to be difficult. A shield? What in Allfathers name was he supposed to do with that information? It could mean anything.

This was something he could ponder later. He hadn’t even accepted the deal yet. He awakened before he could, and who knows when they would get back to him. Right now, he needed to get his full strength back. He needed food, and then he would see if the invisibility spell he casted as he was falling still held up. He had casted it so Heimdall or anyone on the throne of Asgard wouldn’t be able to see him, and he wanted to keep that up. Because when he did get his revenge, he wanted the element of surprise on his side.

Still sitting in the bed, he took in his surroundings once more. The room was the same as it had been before. He couldn’t hear a thing. Angela must not be here, or asleep. He looked towards the windows and saw it was nearly dusk outside.

His feet touched the cold, wooden floor, and he left the room that he had spent all night and day in. Stepping out of the room, he was in a small hallway which led to a small kitchen with a small dining table, and a small living quarter. To his right, was another door similar to his. ‘That must be her room,’ he thought. To his left was a bathroom. It was tiny from what he could see, consisting of a toilet, bath, and a small sink.

Making his way forwards, he noticed another door right between the living quarters and the kitchen. It was a dark wood and he figured that must be the way out. He turned his gaze to the cozy living quarters. It had a light blue couch, a light-colored coffee table, a plasma screen, a cream-colored reclining chair, and a tall bookshelf.

Intrigued, Loki made his way to the bookshelf to see what all she had on it. It is mostly books, with odd décor scattered here and there. There’s a picture on the middle shelf that catches his attention. Angela was there, her arm around an older woman with darker skin than her. The similarities between them could clearly be seen; perhaps this was her mother? The darker-skinned woman had her arm around a pale, older man. That man had his arm around the shoulders of a boy that looked similar to Angela. This must be her family.

Loki sat the picture back in place and began to peruse her books. She had quite a collection, and he could tell that these books were well used. One shelf in particular caught his attention. She kept books of myths. A book on Egyptian myths, Greek myths, Chinese, Japanese, and Norse.

Ah. So that was how she knew who he was.

He takes the large book out of the shelf, and begins to flip through the pages. A scowl forms on his face as he comes across descriptions of the Allfather and Thor.

The front door to the house opens as he is reading through the book. Angela comes through carrying plastic bags of groceries. She shuts the door with her foot before she greets him.

“Oh hey!” She goes to set the groceries on one of the few kitchen counters, and walks back into the room. She takes off the jacket that she had been wearing and places it on coat rack next to the door.

Loki gives her a small smile and holds up the Norse mythology book, “Now I see where you learned of me.”

Angela chuckled . ‘Yeah, that, and the fact that you are the very reason I got stationed out here,’ she thought, but decided not to say. Instead, she decided to go along with his idea. She raised her hands in mocking surrender, “You caught me. I like mythology.”

It wasn’t a lie. She figured being the God of Lies that he knew a lie when he heard it. But, it wasn’t the complete truth. It would do for now.

And it seemed that it worked because his grin grew larger and he chuckled at her small attempt at a joke. “Is it a myth if I am standing right here?”

Her face scrunched in concentration before a small smile appeared on her lips, “I guess not.” She shrugged, then started back to the small kitchen to put away what groceries there were. “I guess I should move that book to my non-fiction shelf.” she joked.

Loki put the book back on the shelf where he had found it. “I wouldn’t say that. Most of these tales are lies.”

“Says the God of Lies,” she quipped.

The smile dropped from his face as he remembered his thoughts earlier. Of how lies were all he was ever given. He didn’t reply back to her as he focused his attention on the picture of her family. What would she know? Her family seemed to be perfect.

Angela could almost feel the shift in the room. She turned and looked at Loki and saw the distant look in his eyes. They were just joking, what had happened? For the life of her she couldn’t understand what exactly she said, but it was better to change the subject.

“How do you feel?” She asked him in a very cautious manner while putting away what little groceries she had bought. What you feed a god, she didn’t know. But she hoped he liked chicken alfredo because that was what for dinner tonight.

Her voice had snapped him out of his thoughts, and he turned to face her. “I’m fine. I believe most of the healing is done. I’m just rather sore for now.”

“That’s good,” she looked back at him, and remembered something. “Oh, your shirt should be done by now.”

She finished up, and headed to a door that was across from the bathroom that he missed. She opened it, and in it were two machines. She opened one and pulled out his shirt. He watched as she came over to him with it and handed it over to him.

Loki took it from her. In all honesty, he had forgotten that he was only in his pants and that the only thing covering his chest were the bandages she had put on. He slid the shirt over his head, his muscles protested the movement, but he tried his best to ignore it.

“Thank you,” He said as he smooth the fabric down and righted the shirt.

She nodded, “No problem!” Then she made her way back to the kitchen to start dinner, “Are you hungry?”

He made to follow her, but something caught his eye: her jacket that was on the rack. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Black, long-sleeved, but there was a logo on the back. It was an eagle, with the words ‘Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division’ circling around it.

“Loki?”

Her voice came from the kitchen, and she was giving him a questioning gaze.

“Um,” he couldn’t quite put his finger on why this had caught his attention. Had he seen this before? “Yes, I’m actually famished.”

“Cool, I’ll start dinner then. I hope you like pasta.”

His gaze lingered on the jacket, before he went and sat at the dinner table to wait for her. He tried to rack his brain for that image when he decided to let it be. It occurred to him that he should probably be getting to know this woman. It appeared he would be on Midgard for longer than he thought, and he needed a place to stay for now. She was the only Midgardian he knew, and he needed her for now until he got his footing.

“Lady Angela?” He called her.

He heard her snort before turning her attention back to him, “Yeah?”

“I would like to thank you once again and apologize for my behavior when we first met. I was uncouth, and rude when you were nothing but kind to me. My mother would be appalled by my behavior.”

Angela just waved him off, “It’s fine. You were hurt, and I wasn’t taking no for an answer, now was I? But you’re welcome, Loki. And you can stay as long as you need.”

“I wouldn’t be intruding?” He hedged. Not that he truly cared if he was or not, but he had to make her feel at ease.

“No not at all. I’m the only one here. I just have the extra room for when my mom comes to visit, which is rare. It might be nice to have some actual company besides the people I work with.”

“And what is your job?” he asked. In all honesty, this Angela seemed boring to him. She was very forthcoming, and kind. In his experience those types of people didn’t mix well with his mischief. But he would make nice.

At the question, Angela hesitated. She put the pasta in the water and then turned so she was facing him. “It’s a bit difficult to explain actually. Basically, I work for an organization that protects the world.”

Loki sat back in the chair, and eyed her. What, he wondered, did she have to hide? Perhaps she wasn’t as forthcoming as she seemed. After all, he was a stranger. She did have some common sense.

Then he remembered the jacket, and the logo. “Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement Logistics Division?” he questioned.

There was a slight tilt of her head, and a raise of her eyebrow, “And how did you know that?”

He simply pointed over to her jacket.

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t as careful as she should have been. No use in denying it now. “Yeah that’s where I work, but that’s a mouthful. We all just call it SHIELD.”

‘Oh,’ Loki thought. ‘This day keeps getting better and better.’

Of course Thanos’ minion didn’t mean an actual shield, that he knew, but now he knew exactly what shield he was speaking of. An organization that ‘protects the world’ she said? It would make sense that if the Tesseract was in fact on Midgard they would have it.

Angela Lawrence just got a whole lot more interesting to Loki.

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