#Loki realizing he got caught lacking

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Thor looking at Loki on a date with Mobius after Loki degraded him for dating Jane (a Midgardian):

[psychospore]

A Second Chance

This has been sitting in my WIP pile for a while but I've finally finished writing this!

I do hope you enjoy the sequel to In Another Life inspired by @just-someone11 comment

Ok listen i knew it would be angst. I pushed back reading this knowing it would be angst but still :((((((. wonderfully written and if you find the inspiration maybe you could write Loki meeting y/n in the new life? Idk maybe as tom and yn.....oh oh oh or after Loki dies, so more reuniting in the afterlife

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Summary: An alternate life brings you and Loki together, along with it is the realization that whatever timeline you may be - you are both connected to each other

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, fluff, multiverse stuff,

You've always hated winter - maybe it's the numbing cold that you had to endure every time you have to go out or the fact that everything around you is devoid of color because of the accumulating snow.

This time around, you despised it because you had to walk home into the blizzard under heavy layers of clothing after covering an extra shift for your co-worker who caught the flu in this weather.

You buried your hands inside the fluffy pockets of your coat and hid your face under your scarf to shield you.

Loki and Thor ran through the snow-covered streets of New York chasing after the remaining HYDRA super soldier that stole a rune dagger made from the stinger of a creature from Jotunheim. The same creature in the stories guards the powerful orb. Both are directly connected to each other and have the ability to link the minds of the person's variants, accessing the past, present, and future of one's self in different multiverses. HYDRA was supposed to use the dagger to learn how to unlock this knowledge on Earth, as everything connected to it has been long lost in Asgard. The soldier was almost successful in getting away after fending off Thor and Loki by spreading nerve gas and creating chaos along the way.

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As you were lost in your thoughts, you noticed people around you starting to scramble and run away. You tried assessing the situation and noticed that a super soldier was headed in your direction. You made sure that the people were safe before stepping in and blocking the super soldier. He triggered an unpleasant piece of memory you tried to bury deep in your subconscious.

He ran straight at you, but you were able to use his momentum to throw him straight to the ground and drop an axe kick to his gut before punching him square in the face for good measure, knocking him senseless with a few broken bones.

Before starting your new life as an EMT in New York, you were secretly trained to become an assassin for years by your HYDRA captors after they discovered you were frozen in a lake in Antarctica. You exhibited great fighting skills, exceeding super soldiers even without using the serum, despite lacking any hint of memory prior to being captured. They tried experimenting on you way too many times to discover what you are or where you're from—the best they could come up with was that you were not from Earth.

You were staring down at the unconscious soldier beneath you when your scarf flew away. You scrambled to catch it, but someone got to it first. You looked at the person, and your heart pounded like a battering ram against your chest. You took the scarf and meekly said thanks, but your eyes were locked against each other.

For years, you were their best hit person, until one night you were tasked with dispatching the scientist who's been taking care of you since you arrived at the facility, as she was discovered to be a spy for SHIELD. In her dying breath, she urged you to discover who you truly were and not what HYDRA just wanted you to be. It made you run away to start a new life and be who you are now. Maybe in this new life, you could save lives instead of taking them away.

"Isn't that…" Thor whispered to Loki.

"Y/N?" Loki said as he looked at you intently, etching your very being in his mind.

"Oh no, I'm not y/n. You must have gotten the wrong person."

Nobody had ever called you y/n before but it felt like it always has when Loki says it. It felt like your name was y/n all this time, despite this being your first time hearing it. Was it even the first time?

You got lost in your thoughts when a familiar, searing heat ran through your back. Thor was quick to disarm the now-conscious soldier when he found out he used the rune dagger to stab you. Loki caught you in his arms before you started convulsing.

Memories of all of yourselves flashed before your eyes—what was, what is, and what will be all flashing before you, even your lost memory. You saw the timeline where both you and Loki died after you tried obtaining the orb by Odin's orders. You saw how you fought and defeated the creature in a different universe, with you dying before Loki could get to you and him dying in grief because of your death, encased in permafrost in Jotunheim.

There was also a brighter alternate reality where Loki was a famous actor going by the name of Tom, and there was you—a young scientist working at his grandfather's company. You caught his eye when he came there for a visit, and everything started when he invited you for a cup of coffee. You ended up marrying him and having a daughter together. It was perfect how you welcome him with a kiss every time he comes home from work and your daughter rushes to be carried in her father's arms.

You saw your own past in this universe before you arrived on Earth, Loki was about to confess his love for you when you arrived from one of your battles, and you were about to too, but Odin did not like that, so before you both could, he sent you away to obtain the orb in exchange for his blessing.

In this timeline, Loki thought you knew about his intention and you decided to run away, so he did not pursue you any further, but the reality was that, instead of facing the creature, Laufey found you first and fought against you. Your prowess and resilience made him admire you as a warrior. Instead of killing you, he ended up wiping all of your memory using the orb and banishing you to Midgard, where you were encased in permafrost, which HYDRA discovered.

It felt like forever processing everything all at once, but Loki held you tightly in his arms to protect you from hurting yourself as tears flooded your eyes. You passed out in his arms shortly after. One thing is for sure, in every timeline - you are connected to Loki by the red string of fate.

"What do you intend to do, brother, with the dagger and with her?" Thor asked, handing him the dagger and glancing at you.

Loki took the dagger and used his seidr to vanish it away. "We need to get to the bottom of this. But for now, I need to protect y/n, more than ever. I can't bear to lose her again, brother. We are bringing her to the tower for now; then we must head to Asgard." He spoke as he looked at you. He tucked in the stray hair covering your face behind your ears to take a closer look—you are indeed his y/n, the love of his life.

There are a million things running through his mind right now, but seeing you, he knew he had found a part of him that he tried to lock away when you were gone, a part that loved you and connected both of you against time, space, and all of the multiverse. He swore secretly to himself that he wouldn't lose you again—not in this timeline at least.

[aflowerthatbloomed]

𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰

⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...

Chapter 2 ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:fairy tales. 

a month later…

She was so tiny, the prince brothers thought someone could step on her. Everyone of Asgard was one who did not lack height. But the little elf-pixie sure did. Currently she was practicing her ballet one her own, something that Frigga encouraged the young girl to do. 

Secretly she wanted the little girl to focus on everything but losing her whole planet and family. So she put her in many Asgardian activities. Including defense class which she was a bit hesitant about due to her age. 

Antheia loved ballet, she didn’t care for every other activity that the queen placed upon her. She loved to dance for independence. She didn’t need to rely on anyone, when she danced it was all her. The girl loved the tights and exquisite outfits that went with the sport. 

Though she hated the pain her feet went through when she slid on the pointe shoe. Still she liked the way it looked when she went up on her tiny tip toes. Her dance classes took place in the palace, a place she wasn’t allowed to leave until she was of age. The little princess was restricted to just being inside; she had the whole palace grounds and courtyard to play and frolic. 

She was always an agreeable girl, never one to break rules and always listened when told something. Deep down a part of her evided prince Loki and Prince Thor. They always left and re-entered when they wanted to. When she lived in Alfheim she wasn’t allowed out of the palace either. 

Though at that point in her life she didn’t care because her mother or father would never leave the kingdom either. But now her two new role models left all the time. Monkey see monkey do. And she wanted to do it. 

Doing a little leap she ended her little session for the day. Plopping her bum on the ground she untied her perfectly tied ribbon on her pointe shoes. Her little feet felt so relieved she stretched out her toes before running out the room to hers. 

Antheia loved her room. Frigga made it perfect for her. The white walls and the pink flowers that were painted on with gold trimming. It reminded the elf-pixie so much of her home planet. On her way to her room she was running down the hall something she really wasn’t supposed to do.

 But no one was home at the moment so she was more than happy to run freely around the castle. Her eyes caught sight of a black haired cat. Stopping instantly in her tracks she timidly put her hands out for the cat to show she was of no harm. The little cat instantly walked over to her though it started glowing green.

Squealing back in shock the girl fell right down on her backside making her hiss in pain from the hard floor. Looking down she saw the cat was no longer a cat. Instead they were a pair of leather boots. Antheia’s head shot up to see no other than her favorite trickster in his full height dressed in his blac and green leather clothes. Biting her lip she knew she was in for it now. 

“Now, now, now. What is this hm? Were you running in the halls little Antheia?” the once cat asked condensing knowing all too well the answer. 

The elf-pixie could never lie to him because she loved enough to never lie to him. And also he always knew when she fibbed. She stood there red in the face not knowing what to say to the mischief god. She should have known. Loki was infamous for transforming into different animals. Snakes are the most common. Antheia cursed herself for not realizing it was him. He always catches her in the mice of her mischief. 

“What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?” He questioned as he watched her open her mouth a couple of times to say something. But every answer she was going to say she couldn’t find a way to word it.

“Sorry…” The pixie mumbled as she turned to begin walking toward her room again, her feet dragging under her head. 

Before she knew it Loki was in front of her again with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, Antheia huffed seeing she wasn’t going to get out of this one. Lifting her arms as if she wanted to be held with her ballet shoes still clutched in her tiny hands securing them by holding them by the pastel pink ribbon. Rolling his enchanting blue eyes he obliged. His slender hands wrapped under her, placing her so that she was sitting comfortably on his hip. 

“That’s alright love, I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

Antheia nodded furiously. 

“Prince Loki, why are you home so early?” the ballerina giggled as he began to walk at a fast pace to which the goddess knew where. 

“Hm…ma chaton you think no one stays behind to watch you. My love, you’re not even five years of age yet,” the raven-haired man chuckled out thinking it was adorable that she thought anyone would trust her at the young age of four. A subtle pout formed on her rosy lips but she understood. Did that mean one of them caught her eating chocolate? 

“Yes. I have at least,” Loki answered the question she knew she said in her head. 

“Prince Loki! How did you do such a thing!” she squealed as Loki pinched her sides and she noticed they were walking toward her bedroom. Loki didn’t tell her she whispered out her thoughts, he just wanted her to think he was incredible. But that was the thing she thought he was incredible regardless.  

She felt relieved she wanted to get out of the tight leotard that was suffocating her. Or it was God's strength. 

“That’s a secret only I will ever know about my little one.” 

“You’re amazing,” she whispered out in astonishment, making the young god chuckle, kissing her cheeks with so much aggression, making her take her tiny hands to push him away. Though she had no strength compared to him so he continued to pepper her cheeks with tiny kisses. 

The soon-to-be little flower goddess with big eyes caught sight of her grand white door, “Halt!” she squealed, making Loki stop in his tracks. 

He gave her playful eyes, making her eyebrows furrow with the same emotion. She growled playfully before squirming out of his arms like a little snake as she hopped down when she noticed his grip loosened. 

“Hey what I have told you about that,” the raven-haired god scolds while looking down at the sheepish girl. 

“Don’t.” Antheia sighed, rocking back and forth on her toes. 

“Right. So don’t.” 

A huff of frustration left Antheia’s mouth all she wanted to do was change out of her tight leotard and into something more comfortable but every five minutes Loki was scolding her on something. Taking a deep breath she looked Loki in the eye, noticing his gaze was on she could only consider parental while he stood with his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her child. 

“I’m going to go change thank you, prince Loki,” the elven princess thanked softly, not wanting to create any friction between them. She really just wanted to change and was growing very fussy. 

Loki nodded, noticing her growing annoyance, she was trying so hard to hide it from him. He was just more than grateful she wasn’t lashing out at him. The god of mischief was not one who could tolerate people sassing him. He wasn’t known for his patient temper. 

“Alright, let me help you,” he offered, kindly wanting to calm her down, starting to feel bad that he had upset her. 

Antheia went red in the face. Why would she need help? She thought she was big now. She still didn't need everything. 

“It’s okay prince Loki! I’m a big girl now!” the little elf told him proudly. Loki rolled his eyes since when did this idea get in her head? She always asked for help and relied on Thor and him for everything. Even if it was to reach snacks she shouldn't be in the royal kitchen. Who would plant such an outrageous idea in her head, she was four.

“A big girl? Wow alright, go in. I will wait for her out here just in case,” Loki said in fake astonishment, wanting to play this game she didn’t even know she created. 

“Okay! But I will be okay!” The wide-eyed girl told him honestly standing on her tippy toes to reach the handle. Loki hid a scoff but covered his mouth with his hand as he watched her do this. 

“Don’t forget I’m right out here!” 

When Loki saw the door close he lent against the wall in the hall—patiently awaiting his call. For now, little Antheia was scrambling in her room to find the outfit that was already laid out by the maids. It was a gorgeous white dress with the neckline being a very subtle v-neck with a pretty rose fabric below it and white ruffles hanging below it, while the sleeves were one like a tank-top with gorgeous red ribbons on both sides. The waist of the dress was completed with a magnificent satin red bow that matched the ones on the sleeves. The white lace fabric continued down leaving an opening showing more of the pretty rose fabric as the hemline was finished off with lace and more little red ribbons. The dress had a matching bonnet and a pair of pearls. 

The pixie went behind the mannequin dropping her ballet shoes. She started gently unbuttoning it and the dress completely fell off when she was done. A little squeak left Antheia’s lips in shock. Loki heard this and instantly knocked on the door. 

“Everything is okay in there!” the little elf heard Loki’s voice panic. 

“Yes! Sorry Prince,” she apologized a bit embarrassed that she got scared of the dress falling. 

She started peeing back the sticky leotard and she let out a breath of relief, she did the same with the nude tights she had on. Taking the pretty dress she stepped into it, easily sliding the sleeves over her frail shoulders. Her wings popped out from the open back. Frigga made sure all of Antheia's clothes had open backs so her wings would have ample space to move around and grow. Heading to the giant gold-framed mirror in her room she noticed one problem. The back buttons. She tried for a minute but her short arms were no use.

Still, for ten minutes, she sat there plucking a prayer at her dress trying to fit the tiny white buttons through its matching slit. Huffing in sheer annoyance she gave up. Her hair was tied back in a bun so she placed herself on the floor in front of her mirror, plucking each hairpin one at a time until her hair easily fell out. But it didn’t look as pretty. It was a knotty mess and she needed to comb it out. Standing up once more she ran over to her beautiful white and gold vanity with her floppy dress falling off her and took the beautiful brush off of the table. 

Quickly skipping back over to her giant full-length mirror she placed herself right back onto the floor and began trying to comb out her long knotty hair. But to no avail, her hair stayed knotted and tangled. Dropping the brush. Her face began to feel red and just overwhelmed. She realized she couldn’t do it. There was a feeling she’s been feeling recently. One of uselessness. Looking down dissatisfied she slugged over to the door knowing she was going to need help. Standing on her toes again she tugged on the knob of the door. 

Disappointed. 

When she opened the grand door the raven haired god no longer stood there. Instead it was his vastly different brother. Thor, he had a warm, genuine smile while he looked down on her. The god of thunder looked at her with much admiration. He was proud that she tried to get ready on her own but even more proud that she came for help. 

“Hello my Prince,” Antheia called out looking up at him he noticed her eyes darting up and down the halls in search of Loki. Something Thor did often was crouch down in the presents of Antheia, she was so small. He thought if he were her size he would have feared him. Though she never did show signs she was afraid. The god always did it just in case. 

“Hello princess looking for someone?” Thor asked softly as he made eye contact with the dishevield girl. 

Well at least she tried. Thor thought to himself. 

“Help,” was all she said and the blond god understood and grabbed her little hand and led her back to her room. 

One thing Antheia favored about Thor, he never taunted or jested at her. If she needed help there was never a little joke or laugh that came with it. Loki didn’t realize it but when he chuckled at her and tried to hide it. She noticed. She noticed a lot. She wasn’t mad at him for it, she just preferred Thor for these types of things. When they walked into her room Thor spun her gracefully in front of her mirror. Antheia stood and saw Thor getting straight to work not even asking questions about the whole thing. He just kindly buttoned her dress up. 

“You did a good job for what you did do,” Thor complimented honestly as he made eye contact with her in the mirror. Hazel eyes met a pair of stormy ones. Antheia hid her small smile and warm blush. 

“Thank you but I was only able to put my dress on. I couldn't even button it,” she told him sadly. 

“Well think about it like this the only thing you couldn’t do was button the dress that means you are making progress. I couldn’t even put my armor on at your age but you already know how to put on this huge dress!” Thor explained to her as she giggled at the thought of Thor needing help. To the little girl he was a warrior, a viking someone who did not need help. 

“Prince I have a hard time imagining that being true,” Antheia giggled out loud making Thor smirk as he picked up the fallen brush and began softly combing the ends of her hair. 

“Believe what you like little one but know my mother was helping me till I was about a hundred years old,” Thor chuckled out honestly remembering the many times Frigga had to help Thor properly place his armor on and tie back his hair. 

“Wow, that's a long time!” the elf exclaimed, starting to feel a little bit better about herself. Thor laughed out loud a deep genuine laugh. He kept combing gently more around her hair finally noticing her hair back to its natural non knotty state. A comfortable silence fell over the two, the little pixie elf letting out hum’s everytime Thor brushed a little knotty area of her head. 

“Am I still a big girl if I need help,” The girl asked softly, making Thor stop brushing for a moment. Everyone needs help from time to time who told her differently. 

“Theia, everyone including big girls need help. No one could do everything on their own. That is the most painful experience anyone could ever go through. You are not put here to go through it alone. You will always have someone to hold your hand in your darkest times even if your dark time is needing help buttoning up your dress,” Thor informed seriously and he continued to brush her long locks. 

“But when you saw me reading on my own you called me a big girl, so I thought that meant being a big girl is doing things on your nown,” Antheia explained his thought process making Thor mentally kick himself.

“It’s great to be independent but it’s also great to know how to rely on someone,” the god told her, putting down the brush turning her around so he was now actually making eye contact, not through some mirror. 

“Oh? So I can be a big girl and still need help,” Antheia asked innocently, making Thor nod up and down. 

“Why didn’t you just say so,” She giggled. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Antheia was now fully dressed; she had her beautiful white and rose dress on with a pair of white ballet shoes and she had the adorable matching bonnet. She was gliding down the palace of Asgard finding her way into the palace library wanting nothing more than to read those fairy tales she heard about in the royal kitchen last week. Antheia was told that they were these amazing stories about true love. And she being the curious thing she is was dying to read them. 

Her small feet patterned against the floor, the sounds of her tiny heels clacking made the many servants and guards around the palace smile. She always gave a small wave to everyone she saw in the palace and they all of course returned the sweet gesture with a wave back or a small smile. Kind and blissful a bit meek at times but they all seemed to adore the new addition to the royal Assgardian family. Right now she is a mere guest staying until they find out what they want to do with her. But many rumors believe either the king, queen, or even one of the sons will be the ones to take custody. 

Antheia never acknowledged the rumors due to the royal family telling her never to listen to the noseynes of the palace. She always listened. 

“Now where are you going,'' a femine voice called out to the little elf pixie. 

Antheia quickly spun on her heels and saw the queen of Asgard in all her glory. The little girl never got much sight of Frigga. But when she did she was always vastly intimated. 

“To the library I want to read fairy tales!” the elf told happily she then noticed Frigga lent her hand to her. 

“Mind if I join?” 

“Of course you join!” Anthiea squealed, grabbing her hand as she led the way.

Frigga always wanted a daughter. Well one who Odin didn’t corrupt. She wished she could have saved her first born. Though she was far too late for that. She promised herself her sons were never going to let Odin but their downfall. 

“What tale were you thinking,” Frigga asked the tiny girl she only just noticed they were different in size as they walked down the grand halls. 

“The book is called'' From two worlds came one love ``.” 

“That’s a very great choice,” The queen complimented the little girl, making her chuckle in amusement. 

The two of them made a left and walked into the grand library. Frigga showed the young girl her favorite place to read. In the corner of the library there was a hidden rocking chair with a beautiful window that had the view of the space sea and a lot of comfy blankets and pillows made from the most beautiful silks in asgard. 

This was the same place she taught Loki magic. Taking a seat on the rocking chair she placed Antheia on her lap as summoned the book with a green haze around it. And there it was the book the little girl squealed in excitement when Frigga opened the cover. The queen smiled at the innocent girl. And began to read the tale, 

“One lived a little girl and boy, they both lived happy, amazing, adoring lives. They both froclicked in the sun and moon and the both of them played everyday and everynight. But the only thing was they lived in completely different realms. 

The girl was a princess from space, while the boy was a savilan who came from the realm midgard. They both were waiting for something but they haven’t known what they were waiting for— 

“Queen Frigga, what do you think they were waiting for,” Antheia interrupted, looking up at Frigga for answers. 

“Hmm…Maybe a moon,” Frigga answered  her with a smile as Antheia nodded her head up and down. The queen continued her story, 

“What they were waiting for, so they grew and grew until their childhood clothes looked like dolls clothes. The princess was going to be queen yet she still hadn't found anyone she loved and the kingdom was filling her with pressure, even though she had been scoping her kingdom out up and down though no suitors seemed to be a fit. The boy grew into a man and he became a hero, a mighty hero but he was lonely and he wanted a partner to help fight these battles.

One day, the girl had it out with her kingdom due to the pressure she was feeling and she ran away to a whole nother realm. And she fell right out of the sky. But she was catched by this amazing strong man. And she hated him for that. 

“Why!” the elf screamed. 

“Shh you will see.” 

“She was angry she didn’t want to be saved and she felt it made her weak—-” 

“What are you reading to this poor child,” an arrogant tone entered the small little hiding spot. Frigga rolled her eyes at her son knowing only he knew where this area was. The pixie shot her head up, annoyed that Loki interrupted the story. 

“A good story, this used to be your favorite when you were a child,” Frigga informed her son as Anthiea was glaring at Loki even though it looked more like a pout to him. 

“Mother, tell the child to take the pout off her lips,” Loki said like a child to his mother. He raised his brows up at Antheia giving her a subtle warning. Making the queen laugh at her son, if she recalled when he was a child Thor would tease him as the little god of mischief sat on his mother’s lap with almost the exact same pout on his face. 

“You used to be the same to your brother all the time,” Frigga tutted, making Loki’s face go slightly red as Antheia hid a cheeky smile. 

“Hey you little thing I don’t know why you’re smiling, you are doing the exact same thing,” The god of mischief pointed out making the small pout return on Antheia’s face. Loki smirked in triumph at his actions. 

“What are we doing in here,” they heard a booming voice enter the room Antheia turned her head and noticed it was the one and only mighty Thor standing there with his amazing long blond hair.  

“Talking about your brother being a pouty thing,” Frigga said easily as Loki’s face grew even more hot and annoyed. Antheia just leant back and enjoyed the little show playing in front of her. 

“I am not a mother! Stop telling everyone that!” Loki whined like how Antheia would make all three of them in the room chuckle. 

“Antheia is reading a story do you to want to sta—” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Great, they are n't that nice of them Antheia!” Frigga said happily as Thor gladly sat himself in front of his mother grabbing Loki’s arm and pulling him down with him.

 Both full grown god’s sat on the floor criss cross. One is more happy than the other. Antheia reached out to Loki wanting him to be the one to hold her. He rolled his blue eyes but still stuck his arms out to hold the small girl. Frigga gently passed Antheia over to him. And Loki plucked her right on his lap and the little girl just sat with her back to his chest gently snuggling in. Antheia gave Thor her hand and he gladly took it. Frigga used a bit of her magic and wrapped her children in soft silk blankets and put them in soft silk clothes. Thor had a red blanket and Loki a green. For Antheia she had a little pink blanket swaddled around her as Loki cuddled her close. 

 Antheia nodded her head at Frigga signaling it was time to read the story. 

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“And the two lived happily ever after…”

“That was such a good story!” Antheia giggled. Thor and Loki were practically sleeping by the time the story ended but the little girl was at the edge of her seat the whole time, stopping and asking questions every time something caught her attention. 

“It was good wasn’t it,” Frigga said softly, just loving the sight in front of her. Her two sons are practically falling asleep. Loki’s head was resting on Thor’s shoulder as Antheia was cuddled with Loki both of his arms securing her waist to his chest all while Thor still had a firm hold on her hand. 

“I want a hero like the princess did in the story!” Antheia squeaked, making both brothers instantly shot up at her sentence. 

“Why would you want a hero!” Loki exclaimed protectively, making Frigga roll her eyes. 

Thor nodded his head in agreement, “you have us!” 

“My hero will be as pretty as prince Loki and as strong as prince Thor!” 

“I’m not pretty?!”

“I’m not strong?!”

“For the love of Vahalla…”

[writingamongther0ses]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @iced-ginger-tea, @writinglyra, @shellyscribbles, and @sharraus

chill (Bride of Loki)

She could do this. Her fingers scratched gently against the cold plastic of the desk, the chill of the white plastic cold and real. The imaginary heat prickled against her neck. Siv tapped harder against the desk.

noise (Among the Stars)

Kate made a noise of protest when the last got slid into her backpack. “Don’t worry about it.” Aunt Helen’s lips were pinched together in displeasure but she pushed a strand of hair out of Kate’s face with softness. “We’re going to hide in town. We can stock up more there.”

familiar (In the Closet)

Footsteps. Soon enough, a familiar face comes into view. It’s Paris, the prince visiting from Troy. He looks around before his eyes land on the bed and light up. Instead of power, it’s fear that makes Helen tremble. She knows that look. Theseus had that same look.

curl (Want Does Not Equal Need)

Now all they could do was glare at the blue streaks. It was a sign that their magic was coming back. Sooner or later, the past would come slamming down the door. Blu raised a hand up and yanked on one curl.

imagine (Bride of Loki)

She turned and even though the screen hid her face, he could imagine her snarl. “You are no better, Alpha One.” She pointed to the body, gesturing it so everyone’s eyes were drawn to the still corpse covered in the grey makeshift shroud. "What was her name?"

lonely (Prompt fill)

The man sighs and smiles. “Beautiful. Very lonely. They caught me up in their eyes and told me I was the first person that took their breath away.” Caroline nods, and then he taps his foot next to hers. “What about you? Why haven’t you left yet?”

lovely (3 sentence fic)

The plants are a lovely surprise when she’s studying.

lost (Among the Stars)

This was a constant issue within the mines. The ice of Khoine’s surface and the heat of the volcanoes under the ice meant the pipes were heating and cooling constantly. Even worse, based on lack of liquid, it was energy pipe. If enough was lost, they would lose money.

rough (Prompt fill)

“I want to scream at you.” they admitted and now he realized their voice was rough with tears. “My best friend died twenty years ago. I was alone.” Despite the sobs that wanted to well up, they did not cry. “I wanted to die then. Why?”

electric(al) (Bride of Loki)

He didn’t say a word back, instead turning aroun. The boy marched back towards the kitchen as she kicked and screamed, going through drawers until he found a roll of electrical tape. Siv yelped as the end was pushed onto her wrist before the rest followed, tying up her wrists, before moving down to her ankles. The moment he was done, he tossed the tape onto the table with a sigh. “There we go.”

wood (I Put a Spell On You)

This continued until the familiar sign appeared, WELCOME TO FAE! Honeysuckle was painted under it. They steered away from the main road and into a well traveled forest path. Deep into the woods they went until a familiar wood shack appeared.

pause (Bad End)

There was a pause.

darken (Heartbeat)

The void started to darken around them. Manny, however, glowed brighter.

pretend(ing) (The Devil's Waiters)

A mirror game was what the twins had called switching clothes and pretending to be each other. It had fooled everyone except their guardian. For some reason he had never explained, Old Man Pabbie had always been able to tell them apart. But he played along, pretending one twin was the other until the twins had been unable to help themselves to laughter. It had helped the two understand that, while very secure in being cisgender, clothes had no gender.

cold (Bride of Loki)

The water, like everything else on the planet, was cold.

rule(s) (Witch House)

Grimaldi nodded back. “Of course I did. I apologize, my mind is going some. Now, your room is upstairs. I had some clothes delivered when I knew you were coming, I hope you like them. Now, rules.”

pray(ing) (Bride of Loki)

Miks let out a loud, nervous laugh, eyes darting from the assistant to Mabelle. “Uh, yeah! You know me, always praying to myself!”

I'll tag, with no pressure, @mariahwritesstuff, @bardic-tales, @charlesjosephwrites, @loopyhoopywrites, and @nora-theteawriter

[homeofthelonelywriter]

FF: 30 Days, I’m yours! Day 6 Pt.2

(A/N) I didn’t want them to get so close so quick, but it just felt right. I hope you like it!

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: kissing

Tags:

@niniyanyan

@justanothermagicalsara​

@legolas-bromance​

@xorpsbane​

@salempoe​

@lokixryss

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9 

Part 10

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“Fifty shades of grey…why? It sounded really interesting.” That made me chuckle.

“It more or less written porn.” His face couldn’t decide what reaction was appropriate. At first, his eyes widened, than his lips pulled into a smirk before he frowned.

“Did you read it?” I nodded.

“Of course! Needed to know what all the hype was about.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Well, now I also want to know.” He leaned back in his chair and opened the book, making me laugh. After watching him for a bit, I returned to my own book and its world.

None of us spoke a word while we read. We were simply enjoying the books in our hands and the silent company of each other. Although I found my concentration lacking from time to time. My eyes would flicker over to the god and watch him for a few seconds. They would only return to the book in front of me, if he caught me looking. As soon as his eyes even suggested moving away from his book, mine snapped back to mine.

Even though it only felt like we’ve been reading for an hour or two, it quickly got obvious that we’ve spent a lot more time inside our own little worlds.

“The others are back, Miss Y/N.” I looked up, something that I automatically did whenever Friday said something.

“Thank you Friday.” I quickly checked what page I was on, before I closed the book and put it down. A yawn escaped me, making Loki chuckle.

“Tired?” I nodded, confused why. I woke up only a few hours ago. At least that’s what I thought. I turned and looked outside the window, seeing that it was already dark. Loki noticed the shock on my face and turned to also look outside. As he looked back, his face looked exactly like mine did. For a few seconds we just stared at each other, before we burst out laughing. None of us realized how much time we’d spend in here, although it really should’ve been obvious by the amount we read. Both of us were almost done with our books.

After calming down, I got to my feet and stretched, another yawn escaping me.

“Do you want to grab something from the kitchen? The others usually order take out after a mission.” Loki nodded and placed his book beside mine before he got up and stretched himself.

We made our way out of the library side by side. While walking, our hands kept brushing up against each other until Loki reached out and slipped his hand into mine, intertwining our fingers. A small smile took over my face and Loki gently squeezed my hand.

We were standing in front of the elevator, waiting for it to stop but after a few minutes of waiting, both of us started to get frustrated.

“Should we take the stairs?” I shivered at the prospect, knowing that I was seriously out of shape.

“Could you…not beam us up or something?” Loki chuckled but shook his head.

“Nope. I’m only allowed to use minor acts of magic. Except for in an emergency, of course.” I sighed and leaned against his chest.

“I don’t want to go up the stairs.” I know I sounded like a child, but I didn’t care in that moment. And neither did Loki. Instead of answering, he let go of my head and kneeled down with his back to me. I stared at it for a few seconds before Loki turned slightly to look at me.

“Are you getting on, or what?” I frowned.

“I mean…I’m sure you had me ride you back then, but not in that way.” Loki started laughing hard enough that he fell over and was now on his hands and knees. At one point I was pretty sure he was dying.

After he had calmed down a little, he turned around and looked at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Trust me darling, you enjoyed riding me. More than you’d sometimes admit.” I blushed at his comment and swatted at him, although I really deserved it.

“Okay, okay. I’ll get on.” With a grin, Loki turned back around and offered me his back again. As soon as he was sure I was on safely, he stood up and started to climb the stairs. And he did that with such ease that it was almost attractive.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the correct floor and once we did he safely lowered me back onto the floor. Once he was sure I was standing steadily on both feet, he slipped his hand back into mine and we made our way to the kitchen.

We entered and found most of the Avengers sitting around the table which was covered in a lot, and I mean a lot, of take out. We sat down next to each other and grabbed whatever we wanted.

“Where’s Clint?” I managed to get the question out between bites of fried rice.

“Got hurt. He’s at medical.” Tony didn’t even wait to swallow before he answered. I just nodded. For some reason, Clint always got hurt on missions, so it never really surprised anyone.

Loki and I finished before the others, so we decided to head to our rooms for today. On our way we once again linked hands. A feeling I could certainly get used to.

Once in front of our rooms, we lingered, neither of us wanting to let go of the others hand.

“Well…I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” Loki looked at me and I nodded.

“Of course.” He smiled and raised my hand to his lips, pressing his lips against my knuckles. They lingered there for a second before he slowly pulled away.

“Good night Loki.” I reached for the door handle and pulled the door to my room open.

“Good night, love.” Loki let go of my hand and walked to his room. He opened the door and was about to step inside.

“Loki!” He turned around and almost didn’t catch me when I jumped into his arms. Without waiting for him to say something, I crashed my lips against his. He was stunned for a second, before he answered the kiss, immediately dominating it.

I barely noticed it when he crashed me against the closest wall, to focused on his lips and his tongue that had just slipped out and licked over my bottom lip, asking for entrance. Not wanting to give up all control, I denied it, making him growl. Instead of asking for it nicely again, his teeth caught my bottom lip, slightly pulling on it. A moan slipped past my lips and Loki used the chance to plunge his tongue into my mouth and gently caressed mine.

My fingers closed around a few strands of his black hair and I started to pull slightly, making him moan. I pulled back, looking him in the face. His pupils were blown and I’d never seen that much desire in someone’s eyes.

“Y/N…” His voice sounded needy, making me smile. I touched my lips to his again, this time soft and careful. I once again pulled away.

“I…I can’t tell you how I feel, Loki. I-I don’t know it. But I do know that this feels right.” My hand moved from the back of his neck to his cheek, stroking it just like in the memory. “Can you accept that for now?”

Loki nodded without hesitation.

“I will always accept you Y/N. No matter what. Your place in my heart is cut in stone.” I smiled at the god, who gently lowered me to the ground. He pecked my lips again, before looking from one door to the other.

“Do you…want to sleep in my room? I won’t do anything, I swear…but I don’t want to let go of you yet.” With a grin I nodded and let him lead me into his room.

It looked a lot like mine, just with more books and a lot more gold.

I was still looking around the room when Loki handed me something. A shirt.

“You can go get a pajama if you want to, but I thought that would be easier.” I nodded and pressed it against my chest. “I’m going to take a shower. You can change and get settled while I’m in there. Unless you want to join me.” I chuckled but shook my head and watched him disappear into his bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, I stripped to my underwear and pulled Loki’s shirt over my head.

I put my clothes on a chair that just stood in the corner and slipped into his bed. The sheets were cold to the touch but extremely soft and comfortable. And his pillows. I relaxed and cuddled into the bed enjoying that I was surrounded by Loki’s smell.

“Enjoying my bed?” I turned around and looked at the god who had just a towel around his waist.

“Are you copying my style?” Loki chuckled, walked to his wardrobe and pulled a pair of sweatpants out, quickly changing into them. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him the whole time. While I was still staring, Loki had turned around and before I could react, he was suddenly lying on top of the blanket, beside me.

“What the…” Loki chuckled and pecked my lips before he slipped underneath the blanket and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him.

“Like I said, small acts of magic are allowed.” I rolled my eyes and cuddled into his chest, closing my eyes. I felt his lips ghosting over the crown of my head and looked up.

“Good night.” He smiled, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Good night, love.” 

[natalie-k-pan]

10 Ways the Loki show Disappointed Me

part two

6) The trailer was misleading advertising. Marvel’s done it in the past with little to no backlash:

Iron Man 3 presenting the Mandarin as the ultimate foe for Tony to defeat, only to find out he’s a charlatan in a minor role.

Falcon and Winter Soldier was presented as a light-hearted buddy adventure, only to tackle darker themes about nationalism and racism. (Not saying that those themes were bad, just that the TFAWS’s trailer was not truthful to the story).

In the case of Loki, the trailer presented the plot as Loki making time-traveling shenanigans and being captured for breaking the timeline. They included the D.B Cooper clip, and the scenes of Loki in New York and as king in Asgard. These clips never show up in season 1. The D.B Cooper scene was a off-the-cuff moment, and the highly-anticipated (imo) President Loki was around for five minutes.

The trailer shows the storyline being about Loki breaking the timeline, with Mobius saying in a voiceover, “You picked up the tesseract, breaking reality. I want you to help us fix it.”

Marvel’s publicity team knew what story we would want to see from the character. And that’s not what we got: it was a mix of Loki tagging along with Sylvie to take down the Timekeepers, and detective-esque  scenes of trying to overthrow the TimeKeepers. 

It was never about Loki having an adventure, breaking the timeline, and having to fix it.

There’s a difference between having scenes that don’t make it into the final product, between not revealing enough of the story to spoil plot twists...and deliberately choosing certain scenes and quotes  to present a false version of the story.

I guess Marvel was worried that no one would watch it if they showed us the real product.

7)    Loki’s powers were wildly inconsistent, especially compared to what we’ve seen before.

In the past, we’ve seen Loki do illusions, duplication casting and in Thor 2, some very light telekinesis. After hearing of his mother’s death, he throws several pieces of furniture in into the cell walls with his mind. This is after losing the person who probably mattered most to him at the time, and feeling responsible for her death--it’s a powerful move showing his magical capabilities.

In the show, in Episode 3 we see him pull a Roomba towards himself in order to use it as a shield during a fight--pretty in-line with what we saw in the Dark World.

One episode later, an entire flipping tower is falling towards them, and he reverses it with his mind alone.

It was in the face of death, you say. Of course he was going to pull some cool new magical move.

Sure. In the face of death, I could see him jumping from throwing chairs to something heavier, like maybe a crumbling wall or a fruit stand.

BUT A TOWER?

 WHY?

 HOW??

He’s never done anything on that scale magically. In episode 2, he got tossed around by a (human) Alabama man. Why would he not use that move to bring the roof crumbling down if he was fighting for his life then?

So he’s got massive telepathic power when a building is falling but can’t use it in a fight against regular people.... okay?

Honestly, due to the fact that they’ve weakened him so much, and when Loki said, “I think we’re stronger than we realize”, I’m betting Season 2 will include Loki discovering the extent of his magical powers. 

 I don’t like this idea because again, it contradicts the previous canon. In Thor 1, Hogun literally calls Loki a “master of magic”. He went toe-to-toe with Thor and the Avengers and now can’t beat regular humans. A thousand+ year old being unaware of his own untapped potential doesn’t seem correct (yeah, they did that with Thor in Ragnarok, I know).

This Loki’s power levels jump up and down according to the plot, trying to make us believe that due to his spoiled past, Loki needs to apply himself to learn more about his powers.

 8)  Loki was out of character.

His lying and scheming was way too obvious. I was incredibly confused the first couple of episodes because it would be strange how he would be a pathetic buffoon  one minute and yet The only moment I was sold on his competence as a liar was episode 2 at the renaissance fair where he attempts to fool  the TVA. He was actually competent for once, but he gets caught, and goes into apologizing and sucking up 30 seconds later.   

He gets drunk when they’re on the mission on Lamentis. This didn’t make sense--when he was trying to conquer Earth, he had the opportunity to also goof off and he’s always been shown to take things seriously, with the exception of Ragnarok.                                                 

The “I’m a narcissist” scene. While Loki is the type to crave attention--in Avengers, Tony calls him a diva who wants his name plastered to the skies--it comes from a place of feeling overshadowed, never able to match his brother Thor.  Which we can see has some basis:

In Thor 1, his adopted parents raised him to hate his race,

lied to him about it,

 and when he was hanging over an wormhole, his father finally rejected him.

In Avengers, Thor tells him in  that his slights are “imagined”. 

 Thor 2, his adopted father told him his “birthright was to die”.

While it doesn’t excuse his actions in Thor and Avengers, it’s pretty clear that his family, particularly his father, have let him down.

So to make him experience character development and understand why he does what he does...the writers took him back to Asgard, and had Sif beat him up repeatedly until he admits he does terrible things because he’s a...narcissist.

It was pretty hard to watch that scene, especially because I related to Loki as someone who felt overshadowed and overlooked. He tried too hard to be what his family wanted, to show that he was “the worthy son”.

But here in the fantastic year of 2021, this show decided to throw away all of that emotional nuance away.

 9) The costumes were bad.

The brown variant jacket with its ugly orange block letters.

The guard suit on Lamentis looked like a cross between a purple sweater and a plague doctor mask. honestly makes me shuder to see it

Loki’s green-and-gold costumes are some of the most distinct, instantly recognizable outfits of the MCU. And he almost immediately loses it in the first episode. It ends being given to Sylvie, (like most of Loki’s better characteristics) and he stays in a detective skinny-tie suit instead. The costume is okay, but it lacks the flair and style he’s had previously, and he never gains it back.

10) The season finale really did showcase this show in the best way-- ig hype followed by disappointment.

For five episodes, we rushed towards the ultimate villain, the mastermind behind it all. Episode 6 was like...being handed a pack of bubble wrap, swinging your hand hard, expecting that satisfying pop! only to have it slowly putter out with a sad little sound.

First, Kang looked like he got his costume from Party City. The purple cape isn’t doing him any favors. Then, the man sat there and monologued for forty minutes, making jokes, telling us how he set the plot up, and how the multiverse worked.

 I know Marvel gets flack for there always being an CGI climactic action scene, but…they had 6 episodes leading up to the Big Bad, and for it to end that anticlimactically with a man in a Party City purple cape was a letdown. The finale had no menace, no teeth. In the words of Mobius, it was just…talkie-talkie.

All in all, this show really suffered from ignoring Loki’s past, where he would realistically be emotionally-wise, and a lack of focus on its title character’s development. Settings and costumes being better/unique would be also be nice, especially given its popularity. At the end of the day, I don’t see the character I empathized so strongly with in this show.

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 10: Crossover

Sam and Dean fell into a life of crime early on. They had to, what with growing up like they did. Dad walked them through the credit scams, and Sam realized that was just the beginning. He cobbled together his own Frankenstein computer together at twelve. By the time Dad dropped off the map for good, Sam had the skills to set them up for life.

He also bailed out twenty-three animal shelters and counting.

Dean mainly used his computer to download porn.

But Dean found his ability to convince older girls (and boys) to sleep with him and sweet talk bartenders into giving him a beer from age sixteen onwards translated to other… pursuits. They moved to New York City after Dad left, and Dean quickly fell in with the right crowd. They assumed he was the heir of a French banker with a fifty million trust fund, and he just never corrected them. Before he and Sam skipped town, Dean got a bank to loan him another fifty million. Dean used most of the money to fund his next scam, but it was fun while it lasted.

When Sam gets an email from Carver Edlund about a job, Dean dismisses it as another scam. How the hell would this Chuck guy know who they are? They’ve never been caught - not even a parking ticket.

But Sam digs a little deeper, and the receipts lead back to Chuck Shurley, novelist.

“He’s written books about us?” Dean demands as Sam reads the summary of Chuck’s most recent publication.

“Looks like,” Sam says grimly. He clicks the next page and narrates, “Together, the Hacker and the Grifter make a formidable team, but it may all be in jeopardy when they team up with a hitter and a thief for the greatest heist of the century.”

“We haven’t done that,” Dean says, frowning as he peers over Sam’s shoulder at the computer screen. The glare from their giant penthouse windows of Austin’s Fairmont Hotel makes it difficult.

“I think that’s what his email is about,” Sam says, toggling back to his inbox and Carver Edlund’s message. He glances up to Dean. “So, what do you think? He looks legit.”

Dean purses his lips. “I guess we aren’t doing anything at the moment.”

“Might be fun,” Sam says, his tone considering. “We’ve never worked with a team before.”

On the drive to Los Angeles, Sam reads the rest of Carver Edlund’s books. “Apparently he’s got another series, about the Thief and the Hitter. His next one is this big crossover event. Publisher’s Weekly said it’s one of the most highly anticipated thrillers of the year.”

“I’m not bustin’ out the champagne,” Dean grumbles as they enter the city limits. “I can’t believe he made my baby a Mustang.”

“At least he didn’t give you love interests,” Sam says darkly, throwing his Kindle into the back seat, “and kill them all off for plot.”

Dean sets them up in a swanky downtown hotel about a mile from the meeting spot. That evening, he scopes out the bar Chuck chose, noting the lack of security cameras and a pretty blonde sitting at the corner, nursing a straight whiskey. Back in their room, Sam does a thorough background check on the bar itself.

“Something’s up,” Sam announces as Dean returns carrying takeout. “The place is owned by Gabriel L. Laufeyson.”

Dean pauses. “As in Loki Laufeyson?” He grins. “He took a fake name from the Marvel movies?”

Sam nods grimly. “But get this - I think he’s really Gabriel Crawford.”

Dean flops down on one of the plush white couches and sets his bag of food down on the coffee table. “Seriously?”

“Did you not notice the original Dogs Playing Poker behind the bar?” Sam asks, eyebrows rising. “The Coolidge Museum reported it stolen twelve years ago. It’s worth over five hundred thousand.”

“And you’re positive it’s the real one?” Dean asks.

“Yup.”

“Bold, hiding it in plain sight,” Dean muses, “Then again, I wouldn’t expect anything different from him. Did you hear he stole the Stanley Cup? The replacement isn’t very good.”

Sam frowns. “That’s not true.”

“Bet I could ask him tomorrow.”

“A hundred that’s a rumor.”

Dean grins. “Easier than taking candy from a baby.”

* * *

The blonde girl is back when Dean and Sam enter the bar to meet Chuck a half hour early. Dean jerks his head in her direction, and Sam rolls his eyes but leaves Dean up to his own devices and heads for an empty booth.

“Hey,” Dean says, sliding into a seat next to her.

She gives him an unimpressed look before taking a sip of her whiskey.

Ouch. Well, nobody ever said Dean couldn’t take a hint. He might be a grifter, but he's not a creep.

Dean ignores her in favor of the painting behind the bar. He doesn’t have a crap ton of art expertise, but he’s picked up a few things. A lot of money travels in the high-end art circles, and Dean has stolen a painting or five before. This Dogs Playing Poker seems like the real deal.

Sam had picked up chatter on the web about Gabriel running with a whole crew of thieves, each with their own specialty. He fell off the map soon after those rumors died.

Dean flags down the bartender and gets two drinks to bring back to Sam, who’s probably doing something illegal on his phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean jerks his head to where a short, bearded man and a taller bearded man stand in the doorway. He mutters to Sam, “There’s Chuck.”

Sam pockets his phone, and Dean grabs their half-empty drinks. Together, they make their way over to where Chuck and his companion are settling in their own booth.

“Sam, Dean,” Chuck says, delighted. “You came! Have a seat.”

Cautiously, Sam slides in and Dean after him.

“This is Benny Lafitte,” Chuck says, gesturing to the other man. “Hitter.”

“Retrieval specialist,” Benny corrects under his breath.

“I’m Sam,” Sam says, reaching out his hand to shake over the table.

Dean starts, “And I’m-”

“James Hetfield, John Bonham, or is it Angus Young?” cuts in the blonde girl, appearing by their table and holding, goddammit, Dean’s wallet in her hands.

“What the fuck?” Dean snatches it back.

“And this is Jo,” Chuck says, glancing between them nervously. “Thief.”

“Yeah, I put that one together for myself, thanks,” Dean grumbles as Jo slides into the booth next to him.

“Hi,” Sam says, reaching around her to shake her hand too. “I’m Sam.”

“Hacker,” Chuck inserts quickly.

“And this is Dean.”

“Grifter,” Chuck adds.

“Thanks?” Sam says dubiously to Chuck.

“You’re welcome,” Chuck says magnanimously. “Now, I bet you’re all wondering why I gathered you here.” He lowers his voice, holding for dramatic effect. “I need you to steal the very first printing of of Dante’s Divine Comedy.”

Over the course of a few rounds, Chuck tells them that book is being temporarily kept in the vaults of Mountaintop Insurance, where Chuck used to work until a year ago until they fired him for working on his book on company time. At least, that’s what it says on paper.

According to Chuck, he lost his job because his old Hitter joined the company as a fixer and reported him to management.

Chuck has no idea what his old Hacker and Thief are doing, probably back on the con. Raphael and Lucifer never worked well with others.

His old Grifter, of course, retired and opened a bar.

Gabriel even stops by once Chuck starts slurring his words. “Think it’s time to cut you off, old man,” Gabriel says as he leaves a pitcher of water on the table. He surveys them all thoughtfully. “So these are your replacement kids?”

Dean does a double-take. “You’re Gabriel?”

“In the flesh,” Gabriel says, preening a little. He points at Dean. “You’re the new grifter? It’s eerie, almost like looking in a mirror.”

“Hey, wait a second-”

“Is it true you stole the Stanley Cup?” Sam interrupts.

Gabriel rocks back on his heels. “Who says the Stanley Cup is missing?”

“Nobody,” Dean says, “but I’m saying the fake is shit.”

Gabriel winces. “Yeah, talk about a rush job.”

Dean throws Sam a triumphant smile, and Sam begrudgingly forks over two fifties.

“Okay, we’ve got to hear that story,” Benny says into the silence.

Gabriel shoves himself into the booth next to Chuck and starts talking.

* * *

Jo steals Dean’s wallet no fewer than seven times while they plan the heist, sometimes in the elevator up to the hotel room where they’re doing the planning, sometimes from the short walk from the elevator to their room. “If you don’t want me lifting it so often, you shouldn’t make it so easy,” she says, sipping at the coffee she paid for with Dean’s petty cash.

At least she yanks Sam’s wallet just as many times. He goes apeshit when she takes his phone, so she sticks strictly to money after that.

“How come she doesn’t pull this shit with you?” Dean grouses to Benny as he counts how many twenties Jo left this time.

“Because I threatened to chop her hands off with a cleaver the first time she did it,” Benny drawls.

“Wait, seriously?” Dean asks, squinting over the draft table at Benny, who honestly seems like the least violent out of all of them, including Chuck.

Jo rolls her eyes from where she’s perched cross-legged on the coffee table. “He - unlike some people - can catch me in the act.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “It’s no fun if I get caught.”

Benny smiles broadly. “The hazards of running three years of cons with her.”

Sam raises his head over the edge of his computer screen. “You’ve been partners for three years?”

Benny nods. “She’s the best thief in the business.”

“Aw, Benny, you say the nicest things. You’re the best cook I know - don’t tell my mother I said that.”

“Cook?” Dean echoes, intrigued.

“But he’s a good fighter too, right?” Sam adds, brow pinching.

Jo frowns. “Of course. But he doesn’t like bragging about it - or talking about it at at all.”

“You don’t?” Dean asks, intrigued.

“Then why do you do it?” Sam adds.

Benny throws both of them a dark look. “Do either of you like dwelling on the people you hurt? In my line of business, I don’t hurt people through a computer screen or charm them until they actually ask for it themselves. It’s just me and them, until it’s just me.”

Dean shrugs. “I mean, I’ve been in my fair share of bar fights. Nothing’s more satisfying than knocking out an asshole getting handsy with a waitress.”

Benny’s expression lightens a fraction. “I once… escorted out a man saying inappropriate things to Jo.”

Jo fiddles with her nails. “And then I tasered him once Benny got him out of view of CCTV.”

Benny shoots her a half-fond, half-exasperated look. “To be fair, I didn’t know you were following me.”

“Well, duh,” Jo says, rolling her eyes, “You wouldn’t let me get anywhere near him with my taser.”

“Jo can be a little… trigger happy when she’s in a state,” Benny says delicately.

Sam subtly angles his computer between him and Jo.

* * *

“So how did Chuck find you, anyway?” Dean asks. It’s just him and Jo in the hotel room, as Benny had left to make his own lunch, and Sam had taken off for a local Starbucks to launch a vicious phishing attack on anyone with an @mountaintop.com email address over the age of 65. The television plays some informercial on mute in the background.

Jo shrugs and pops a grape from her fruit salad in her mouth. “No idea. Just, one day, he contacts me out of the blue and says he knows all about my heists.”

“Did he want you to do a job for him?”

Jo shakes his head.

“What’d he want?”

“Information,” Jo says. “I talked to him. He took notes. A year later, his first book comes out.”

“And Benny?”

“Got the same deal as me,” Jo says, holding out her bowl of fruit.

Dean takes a blueberry.

“I think Benny was easier for Chuck to find since he’s ex-special forces - Delta something or other? Anyway Taxi Driver hits the shelves, and the rest is history.” She squints at him. “Did Chuck offer you a different deal?”

“He never gave us a deal,” Dean says honestly. “Sammy and I had no idea who Chuck was until he sent us an email two weeks ago.”

“Wait,” Jo says, setting down her fruit, “He didn’t talk to you at all for his books?”

Dean shakes his head.

“Weird.”

“He must’ve talked to everybody else,” Dean says bitterly. “The details… that’s not in any police record or newspaper expose.”

Jo says thoughtfully, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than I’d thought from Chuck’s books.”

“I can be nice,” Dean says, stung.

“I mean, like, genuinely nice,” Jo says, rolling her eyes. “Not many guys would let me pick their pockets over and over.”

Dean’s mouth twists. “It’s not like I could threaten you with a cleaver - you’d probably tase me from an air vent before I got close.”

“You could at least make it hard,” Jo says, tossing her hair behind her shoulder. “Sometimes I think you’re letting me do it. I’m not sure why, though.”

“I zipped up my pocket last time!”

“As if that’s a challenge,” Jo sniffs.

They sit in silence, Jo finishing up her fruit salad, Dean idly flipping through daytime television.

Out of the blue, Jo asks, “Did you really do all those things to Darla?”

Dean turns to her in surprise. “Darla?” he repeats, scouring his memory. “I don’t know any - oh, Layla,” he says quietly. “Layla Rourke.”

“Yeah, her,” Jo says, eagerly. “She was dying of cancer and you-”

“I know what I did,” Dean cuts her off bitterly. He runs a hand through his hair. “If it matters at all, I had no idea about her tumor when I did that job. It was just migraines, as far as we knew. And by the time I did-”

“You were in too deep?”

Dean leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He can still see Layla’s face, shining with hope and faith. He’d been posing as some new age preacher, worming his way into her life through her mother, who checked her daily astrology horoscope, had a psychic on retainer, and once spent twelve thousand dollars on a month’s worth of sessions with a medium to contact her late husband. Layla didn’t buy into it entirely before she met Dean, but, by the end, she was a believer.

“I couldn’t tell her it was all bullshit and wreck whatever placebo effect was working its magic,” Dean says in a low voice.

“Please tell me you at least did something good with the money you took from her family.”

Dean shrugs. “Donated 90% to Sloan Kettering, the rest to the development of a new pain drug in Israel. It has weed in it, so they can’t do the research state-side.”

Hesitantly, Jo pats his arm.

Dean snorts and eats a piece of melon. “Not my finest moment.”

“No,” Jo agrees. She meets his gaze. “Have you read Chuck’s books about me?”

Dean shakes his head.

Jo gets to her feet and stretches. “You should check out Carthage.” She pauses. “Do you know why Chuck writes about us - me and Benny?”

“Because they sell?”

“Chuck tried to write about a bunch of thieves before he got to us. They all told him to fuck off.” One corner of her mouth raises in a small smile. “But not us. We all have red in our ledger, but Benny and I see this as a way to get some of it wiped out. Get the whole story out there.”

“Have you ever thought of doing something else?”

Jo laughs. “What else would I do? And what company would ever trust me to walk the straight and narrow with my history?”

Dean doesn’t have an answer for her.

* * *

At noon on the dot, Dean strides through the halls of Mountaintop Insurance. Clad in a perfectly tailored suit and holding a smart briefcase, Dean strides up to the welcome desk. “Hello, I’m Richard Cole from Sandover Securities here to demo our data security software for Amara Tenebris.”

The receptionist, Adina, gives him a professional little nod and picks up the phone.

Dean watches as her face falls into a mask of confusion.

“Sir,” she says, looking up, “Ms. Tenebris says you have no meeting today.”

Dean braces one elbow on the desk, “Tell her it’s about the cyber attack on Mountaintop’s top executives yesterday.”

Obediently, Adina relays this information, and her eyes widen at whatever Amara is saying on the other end of the line. Adina hangs up the phone and tells Dean, her voice faint, “Her office is on the eleventh floor.”

“Thanks,” Dean says with a wink.

On the way to Amara, Head of Securities for Mountaintop Insurance, Dean passes dozens of cubicles, all full of people eating at their desks. He doubles back and finally lucks out with an empty office. “Found a computer,” he says into his earpiece as he slides Sam’s USB into the port.

After Sam confirms he’s in the system, Dean makes his way to Amara’s office. Through the glass, he a woman behind the desk and a man seated in front, next to an empty chair. Dean raps his knuckles on the door. “Ms. Tenebris?” he asks, willing himself to keep his gaze on her instead of flicking back to the unknown entity.

“Mr. Cole.” Amara gets to her feet. “You have some gumption.”

Dean smiles and holds out his hand. “I prefer confidence.”

The man lets out a snort that he poorly attempts to disguise as a cough.

Dean shoots him a look before turning back to Amara.

“I’m sure you do,” Amara says as she sits back down. “This is my colleague, Castiel Vauxhall. He’s our Vice President of finances.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Dean says, shaking his hand as well.

Castiel’s grip is just the wrong side of firm - a man with something to prove. Internally, Dean recalculates his plan to include Castiel, conventionally handsome, with a C-Suite office. Powerful men like him, they often have the strangest insecurities. It’s all about sniffing them out without getting caught.

As Dean sits back down, he catches Castiel giving him a quick but thorough once-over. Bingo.

“So, I assume this is about the emails most of our board and senior executives received yesterday?” Amara says as she settles back into her seat.

“Indeed,” Dean pulls his laptop out of his briefcase and opens to the first slide of his presentation. “At Sandover, we took the liberty of a preemptive check of your systems and found quite a few holes, as you can see here.” He points to the colorful pie graph.

Amara and Castiel sit through his bullshit pitch patiently. To Dean’s surprise, Amara, not Castiel, sometimes pauses him for questions and fights him on the quote he offers her for an initial fee, but otherwise it seems like an easy sell. Not surprising, since Sam scammed about fifty thousand from that first round of emails.

Castiel listens without interrupting once. Dude has an intense stare.

“Well,” Amara says, standing up and pocketing his business card, “I will have to get back to you before we review any contracts with Sandover, but you just made a very compelling argument, Mr. Cole. If you’ll excuse me, I have another meeting.”

Dean smiles. Not bad for about twenty minutes of preparation while Jo threw popcorn at his head.

“If you wouldn’t mind staying,” Castiel says, speaking up. “I have a few additional questions for you.”

Dean’s a professional so he doesn’t tell Castiel to shove his additional questions up his ass. Instead he pastes on a charming smile and sits back down. Castiel had been giving him eyes throughout the presentation, and Dean's been around this rodeo a time or two. “Of course.”

Castiel waves off Amara. He waits until the door closes behind her to turn to Dean and say, his expression grave, “You need to call off the job right now.”

Dean blinks. “But Mountaintop hasn’t signed anything-”

“Not that,” Castiel waves off his protest, “whatever you are doing with Chuck Shurley.”

Dean frowns. “I don’t know-”

“Maybe he told you his name was Carver Edlund,” Castiel cuts him off again, eyes narrowing. “Either way, he is going to double cross you and whoever else is working for him.”

Dean studies Castiel closely. He shows no outward display of lying, but those can be overcome (Dean is a walking, talking example of that). “I have no idea-”

“Drop the act, Dean,” Castiel commands in a low voice.

A frisson travels up Dean’s spine. He doesn’t ignore it.

“Yes, I know who you are,” Castiel continues as Dean lets his surprise show on his face, “I’ve been following you and your brother for a long time - do you know how many people you’ve scammed who bought packages with Mountaintop Insurance? Fifteen, with claims totalling over fifty million dollars.”

Dean leans forward in his seat. “Say Chuck is up to something. Why tattle on him? Don’t you want me and my brother in the slammer? Get some retribution for Mountaintop?”

“Retribution for billionaires, war profiteers, and Wall street bankers,” Castiel lists rhetorically as Dean’s mouth falls open, “who take advantage of millions of foreclosed homes?”

Dean scrambles for some sort of response. He comes up with nothing.

“There’s a reason I never told the company to pursue you, your brother, or a select handful of other people who have stolen from Mountaintop’s clients very hard, even though I put the pieces together a few years ago,” Castiel says calmly. “No matter how you spend the money, it can’t be worse than where it came from.”

“And who are you to judge how people spend their fortunes?” Dean challenges, not entirely sure why he’s asking.

“Nobody,” Cas says, “but I’d like to think animal shelters and cancer research is more important than accumulating interest in a bank account or funding a superyacht.”

Dean sighs, rubbing his temple with one hand. “How do you know about that?”

“I followed the money. It’s my area of expertise,” Castiel says succinctly. “Look, do you want to be double-crossed or not? Because if you were sent here to distract Amara, the rest of your crew is probably committing some sort of crime as we speak.”

Dean purses his lips, the last niggling doubt itching at the back of his mind. “Have you got proof that Chuck is pulling a fast one on us?”

“I’m not sure. What are you here to do?”

Dean hesitates, but none of his carefully honed warning signals are going off. Castiel seems nothing but genuine. “Steal the copy of The Divine Comedy.”

Castiel actually smiles. “Chuck is sending you on a wild goose chase for a goose that doesn’t exist. There is no copy here.”

Dean pales. He taps his earpiece, muttering, “Sammy, did you get that?”

No response.

Fuck.

Over the deafening silence, Castiel says, “I assume Chuck eliminated whatever communication you had been using as soon as I accused him of betrayal.”

Pulse racing, Dean jumps to his feet.

Castiel stands too.

Dean stares at him. “What the hell are you doing?”

Castiel throws him an incredulous look. “How do you expect to get anywhere without a senior keycard? I’m coming with you.”

* * *

In the elevator, Dean asks, “What is Chuck getting out of this? Why the Benedict Arnold act?”

Castiel stares straight ahead, his lips thinning. “He wants his old job back. I saw him meeting with Michael late last quarter.”

“He’s trading us for a job?”

“No matter how many royalties he makes off his books, it’s nothing compared to a top position in insurance management. I already said you and your brother cost this company fifty million dollars. Whoever you’re working with, I would bet they cost the company something equal to that if not more.”

“More,” Dean says, based on the anecdotes Jo tossed around over the past two weeks, “Definitely more.”

The elevator dings, and they step out into a brightly lit basement level.

“This way,” Dean says grimly, jerking his head to the left. “Chuck said the vaults were over here.”

They keep walking and turn a corner. Down the hallway, Dean gets the briefest glimpse of a body-armor wearing security guard striding towards them before Castiel yanks Dean back around the corner. He shoves both of them into the first open door, a closet full of empty safety-deposit-like boxes.

“What the fuck?” Dean whispers harshly.

“We needed to hide.”

“I thought you were Mr. Access!” Dean hisses.

“Just because I have access to the lower levels doesn’t mean I should be down here,” Castiel says, the faintest tinge of embarrassment to his voice.

“So you lied to me.”

“I exaggerated.”

“Take it from a grifter - that’s the same thing in the end.” Dean scowls. He can feel Castiel’s warm breath against his cheek. It’s extremely distracting. “What do we do now?”

“Wait for the guard to pass.”

“Great.”

So distracting.

Castiel’s eyes are really blue. Why didn’t Dean notice in the conference room?

Fuck this. They needed to get moving.

Dean reaches up and runs his fingers through Castiel’s hair.

Castiel freezes, still as a statue. “What are you doing?” he demands.

Dean slaps his hand over Castiel’s mouth, pressing down a little harder than necessary and rubbing his hand against Castiel’s lips. He spares split second to mourn the fact that it isn't his mouth ravaging Castiel's - but Dean's a gentleman (thief) at heart. When Castiel kisses him, it will because he wants to, not because of the con.

“Mmph!”

“Shhh,” Dean says loudly as he kicks at the door, just enough to crack it open, “We have to be quiet!”

Castiel’s eyes widen, and Dean almost laughs at the expression on his face. Like he thinks Dean is absolutely insane.

Dean yanks at his own tie, leaving it askew and pushes Castiel out the door. He stumbles out after him, giggling. “Jesus, babe, I told you - oh,” he says, straightening as the guard at the end of the hall turns around in surprise.

The guard swallows. “You’re not supposed to be down here.”

“I wasn’t - I mean, we were - but -” Castiel stutters out, his face the picture of shock.

Dean grins as he makes a show of wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Sorry, man. We’ll go… somewhere else next time.”

The guard reddens, looking away from the pair of them. “Right. You do that.” A clear dismissal.

Dean grabs Castiel’s hand and practically drags him around the next corner. “See,” he mutters, “this is why you shouldn’t trust an accountant to do a grifter’s job.”

“You couldn’t have given me any warning?” Cas hisses.

“The shock needed to be real.”

“I could have lied!”

“With what poker face?” Dean asks, laughing under his breath as he shoulders open the door - already ajar - to the vault area. “Come on. We gotta get Jo and Benny before -”

Bodies litter the entryway. Some sprawled in awkward angles. Dots of blood speckle the floor in the worst Pollock homage Dean has ever seen.

“What the hell happened here?” Cas breathes.

“Benny,” Dean says grimly as they step over bodies. “He was supposed to just watch Jo’s back, but my guess is that they knew he was coming.”

“He took out six men,” Cas says faintly.

“According to Jo, he’s the best - I hadn’t seen it for myself before, though,” Dean says, equally impressed and horrified.

“Dean?” Jo’s voice calls from the last vault in the line. The rest stand wide open and empty.

Benny’s head pokes out from the open door. He’s bleeding from one cheek, and Dean can recognize the beginnings of a black eye. “You weren’t supposed to join us, cher.” His gaze flicks to Cas. “Who’s the stranger?”

“Castiel Vauxhall,” Cas says, stepping forward after Dean and into the vault. “You’ve been double-crossed.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying!” Jo says, exasperated. More hair than not has escaped her braid, and her forehead has a sweaty sheen to it. “First a bunch of guys jump me, and then the fucking book isn’t here! I cracked open four Glenn-Rieders for nothing!”

“C’mon, we’ve got to split,” Dean says quickly. “Have you heard from Sam lately?”

At their blank faces, Dean swears loudly. He pulls out his phone and dials, waiting with mounting impatience as the phone rings.

“Dean?”

“Hey, Sammy,” he says, and thank god Chuck somehow forgot about phones after their whole discussion about which earpieces to use. The moron spent a whole hour arguing for the most expensive ones with a ton of bells and whistles they didn’t need for the con. “Pull the fire alarm.”

“What?”

“Poughkeepsie. Pull the goddamn fire alarm and stay away from Chuck.”

As he ends the call, alarms flash outside.

* * *

“Well, that was a giant waste of time,” Jo says, throwing her hands up in the air.

Benny just scowls at a nearby tree, clearly not enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the park near Dean and Sam’s first hotel at all.

Sam sighs. “I should’ve just sent his email straight to the trash. Now we’re all burned.”

“Not necessarily,” Cas says slowly.

Sam glares at him, clearly not believing a word he says.

“Chuck never printed or emailed anything with your names or likenesses on the company premises,” Cas explains.

“He could’ve done it at home,” Dean points out.

Sam lets out a harsh laugh. “No way. His printer’s mostly out of ink.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean swears, “How the hell did we think he was some sort of criminal mastermind?”

“He used to be,” Cas says evenly. “But then he got complacent. And complacency leads to sloppiness.”

Jo falls onto the nearby park bench, limbs sprawling out. To the sky, she asks in a deadened voice, “What now?”

“We go back to our own corners,” Benny says.

Sam nods, already pulling out his phone.

“Or,” Cas ventures, “You could get revenge.”

Four heads turn to him.

“What?” Jo asks, nonplussed.

“Get revenge on Chuck and Michael,” Cas explains.

“And how do we do that?” Sam asks. “Put their identities up on the dark web? Funnel all their money into debt forgiveness programs? Swap Nair for their shampoo and put itching powder in their underwear drawers?”

Benny stares at him. “You do know one of those is not like the other?”

Cas meets all of their gazes in turn. “I was thinking more along the lines of stealing from their more soulless clients and forcing Mountaintop to pay out millions in insurance claims.”

Sam slides his phone back into his pocket. “Do you have that sort of intel on Mountaintop? A client list? Detailed assets?”

“I am a VP,” Cas assures him. “There is very little I can’t get you about that company.”

Benny nods approvingly.

Jo hops to her feet. “Sounds fun.”

Dean nudges Cas in the side. “When do we get started?”

[lilyofthesword-writes]

Insistence

Summary: Loki is being stubborn even when injured, not wanting help for fear of seeming weak. You ignore his protests and tend to him anyways.

Pairing: Loki x Field/Combat Medic!Reader

Word Count: 2,864

Warnings/Disclaimers: Mild violence. Injuries, burns. I don’t go into gory detail. Minor character death alluded to.

A/N: This one took longer than I anticipated. I wound up rewriting it midway through. The whole combat medic has been on my list of ideas for a while with only the most basic idea in my head. Once I start writing, it veered off in a different direction.

Masterlist

“I do not require your assistance, Mortal,” Loki spat, his voice lacking the venom it was usually laced with especially when you were trying to do your job.

You scoffed, gently dabbing at the tiny lacerations on his cheek. “Well, you’re getting it anyways. What kind of field medic would I be if I didn’t help everyone on the team?”

He scowled as you brushed a rogue ribbon of inky hair behind his ear so you could make sure you didn’t miss anything. In truth, this was the first time he didn’t continuously insist on pushing you away. There was always something about him not needing your treatments or someone else needing to be tended to first - Any excuse he could use to deny help. Then again, there was nowhere for him to run this time.

Either Fury’s intel had been wrong, your team’s plans had been leaked or both. The HYDRA base you all had been sent to had been overstocked in both operatives and ammunition. Even with the legacy team that accepted Loki almost half a year ago, you weren’t prepared.

Nat had been the worst, immediately being taken down when she attempted to infiltrate the base. That was when the HYDRA members started spilling out from within and around the base. With the rest of the team providing backup, Clint was able to help you lug her back to the Quinjet where you cleaned the deep gash in her side and stitched her together again. Of course, Clint wasn’t going to stand down. He stayed by the ramp, firing arrow after arrow to keep some of the heat off his companions. You wound up having to patch up his bleeding leg while he continued to fight.

Steve was the next to return. He collapsed in a seat as you reached him. Bruised and battered, he was mostly alright save for the possibility of some broken ribs. Tony crashed-landed onto the ramp, the metal of his suit screeching and scraping as he skidded inside. He was in the same boat as Steve along with his suit quickly losing power. There wasn’t much left he could do. Thor lumbered backwards into the Quinjet, Mjolnir still boomeranging out into the field to take down what enemies he could. With the God of Thunder standing guard, Clint disappeared to the cockpit.

The engines whirred to life. “Okay, guys! Jet’s primed and ready for take off. We got everyone?” Clint called out.

You took a look around, hearing the engines ready themselves. Thor cursed under his breath as he continued throwing his hammer. Where was… Oh… Oh no.

Shoving the cotton ball doused in antiseptic into Tony’s hand, you peeled away from his side and hovered near Thor. Against the bright white snow, a twister of black, green and gold ferociously danced. Loki was still out there.

“Do NOT take off yet!” you hollered back.

With a huff, you opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a sniper rifle along with its tripod. After piecing together the barrels, you attached the small tripod and settled on the floor, taking aim in Loki’s general direction. You popped off a couple rounds onto any of the HYDRA agents who dared try to catch the mischievous god off guard.

Tony shuffled to his feet, cursing when he realized just what was happening. By this time, he had removed himself from the drained Iron Man suit. “Trade places, Legolas! Reindeer Games is still out there!” He dashed to the cockpit.

You fired again, this operative having gotten too close for comfort. Loki had turned just in time to see opponent drop dead at his feet. With a near indiscernible nod that could only be seen through your scope, he carried on, slowly making his way to the Quinjet.

Despite his own injury, Clint was swiftly back at your side. With the extra backup, an exhausted Thor was able to make it off the ramp, farther into the fray and meet his brother halfway. Clint and you kept the path clear enough for them to rush back. It was stunning to see how well they could work together when they needed to.

The moment they were in reach of the ramp, you leapt to your feet and with Clint pulled the exhausted brothers on board. The ramp lifted as you tugged Loki into sitting, and the Quinjet took off. So, here you were, attempting to take care of the trickster’s wounds after having checked on Thor.

“I am a god,” he sneered half heartedly. “I will heal quickly. This is unnecessary.” He winced lightly as the antiseptic stung his cheek.

You sighed, “Any one can heal those cuts, but just because you can do so faster than the rest of us, doesn’t mean you are impervious to infections. Just less likely to get them.”

He went silent at that, either realizing you were right or just not desiring to argue further. Done with one side, you swapped to the seat on the other side of him. With a clean, freshly wetted cotton ball, you gingerly began cleaning his other cheek. All things considered, Loki didn’t look too bad. At least, not as bad as he could have. With your freehand, you coaxed him to lift his chin up so you could tend to the lacerations on his neck.

“Why?” His voice was soft, just loud enough for only you to hear him.

“Why, what?” You copied his volume level.

“Why do you insist on this?”

You stopped your ministrations, raising your gaze to look him in the eye. His face was uncharacteristically soft as he looked back at you. Though he tried to hide it, his aventurine eyes held an unfamiliar vulnerability.

“Well,” you started slowly, carefully choosing your words. “You are a member of this team, and you should be treated as such.” Fingers still ghosting his chin, you guided him to face you. “You deserve the same treatment I would give everyone else.”

His brow furrowed as he studied you cautiously. It took him a moment before he finally spoke again. “Should that be what you wish to believe, it is fine by me.” You could hear the sharpness returning to his voice.

The god turned away, leaning back in his seat with closed eyes, effectively ignoring you. Now, you could have chosen to change seats, to move away from the cold attitude clearly directed at you, but you stayed. One, you were tired like everyone else and didn’t feel like getting up. Two, you were going to be stubborn and bug him with your presence.

Eventually a calm quiet enveloped the Quinjet, seeping into your bones. Feeling your eyes droop, you settled in your seat for as much comfort as you could get before drifting off.

You imagined hours had passed by the time you woke. Your muscles ached from the position you had fallen into, your neck being the worst. Tentatively rolling your shoulder, you tried to sit up and stretch only to find you couldn’t. Your head was resting you thought was the side of your seat, but there was a light weight keeping on top keeping you from moving. You opened your eyes to a shocking sight.

No, your sleeping position was a bit different from what you thought. Your makeshift pillow happened to be Loki’s shoulder. He, in turn, had his head on yours, probably having fallen asleep shortly after you. It seemed like he was still asleep, his chest rhythmically rising and falling in a way that could be described as soft. You could only imagine the tranquil expression on his face. There was absolutely no way you were going to look. You would probably move too much and wake him, and that would be the end of this little moment.

The rest of the team was asleep, save for Thor. Even with exhaustion drenching his body, he was wide awake, grinning like a madman when he realized you had caught him watching. How long had he bared witness to the scene unfolding? With a scowl, you pressed your finger to your lips, signaling him to keep quiet. He merely nodded, that knowing smile still plastered on his face.

The call you received from Maria shocked the lingering sleep from your body. A small team had been formed to infiltrate a hostage situation - a team that included Nat, Loki, Steve and another field medic whose name you hadn’t even had the chance to remember yet. The mission had soured once they reached the hostages. Everyone was being brought back to the compound for treatment. It was all hands on deck.

Quickly shucking your pajamas, you threw on a pair of scrubs and sneakers and made a mad dash to the Med Bay. The place was pure chaos. Most of the doctors and nurses were tending to the hostages in the main rooms. The team was near the back in separate rooms.

Spotting Maria who was attempting to direct people and bring some semblance of order to the wing, you rushed over to her. “Where do you need me?”

She flipped through the files on her data pad, not even looking up to see who she was speaking to. “Everyone has a medic taking care of them except for Steve and Loki. Start there.”

“Understood,” you nodded, leaving Maria to do what else was needed.

Down the hall, you took note of the injuries you could see of the various patients. Burns… Lots of burns… What in the world happened?

Passing by Nat’s room, she seemed mostly alright. She gave you a minute bob of her head that you reciprocated before meeting up with Steve. He had burns along one side of his body. Thankfully, the treatment would be minimal compared to some of the others.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a grimace as you began your work.

“How’re you feeling?”

He huffed out a tiny laugh, “Honestly, not terrible.”

With the top half of his suit tugged down, you gingerly cleaned and added ointment to soothe the wounds. “What happened out there?”

“One of the hostages… Well… He had an explosive… Saddled up to Trevor…”

Oh… The field medic… Oh god…

Steve sucked in a breath like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs. “Loki tried to contain it, but… We were all a little late in reacting.”

Your hands stilled. “How bad is he?”

The super soldier plucked the salve container from your fingers. “He’ll live, but if you’re really that worried about him, I can handle the rest of this.”

“You know him.” You tried to snag the container back. “He’ll come up with any excuse to not let us help him. If he knows I left you here, he’ll insist I leave him alone.”

Steve held it away from you with his good arm like a kid holding its younger sibling’s toy out of reach. “I doubt he will do that this time,” he smiled reassuringly, a glint of knowing shining in his eyes.

Leaning on the bed, you heaved a sigh. “You’re gonna drag me in there if I refuse, aren’t you?”

“Yup,” he ended with a pop. “Now get going!” He shooed you away.

“Fine,” you groaned, playfully dramatic. “But you can bet I will be back later to make sure you did everything right.”

He let loose a chuckle. “I’d expect nothing less.”

Leaving Steve to his own devices, you went to the next room down the hall. The door was shut and the privacy blinds were closed. Was Loki hurt that badly that the others had to be hidden away?

With a quick announcing knock, you steeled yourself and pushed the door open, sliding in before silently closing it again. When you turned to face Loki, you were met with something you hadn’t quite expected to see. What burns still littered his skin looked as though they were mostly healed over, but that wasn’t the problem. With his armor off, you were able to get a good look at his arms and upper torso.

Blue. His skin was blue. Ridges meticulously adorned his arms, up his chest and even his face. It was such a stark contrast to his Asgardian form, yet it still suited him well. From unmarred, alabaster skin to decorated, indigo skin. Perfection in both forms.

“Loki?” you announced your presence as softly as possible.

His face scrunched as he squinted his eyes open to find you standing beside him. “Aren’t there others that need tending to?” The hoarseness of his voice betrayed the harshness he attempted to convey.

“We’ve enough staff to manage everyone well enough,” you shook your head with a smile.

Now that you were closer, you could see he was sweating profusely. His breaths were so shallow. Brushing away a locket of hair matted to his forehead, you found his skin warm… Much warmer than it should be. Instead of recoiling immediately, you laid your palm flush with his forehead. “You are burning up!”

You pulled away to pop outside the door. Waving down a nurse, you asked him to bring in as many ice packs as he could. What was currently stored in the room would not be enough. Returning, you pulled out all of the packs. You wrapped them in some towels so they wouldn’t directly touch his skin. Then, you placed them around Loki, hoping this would be enough until the nurse got back with you.

The god rested silently while you worked. It was only when you pulled up a chair next to him to keep an eye on his vitals that he finally spoke. “Why are you still here?” A sort of vulnerability leaked out of his voice.

“Because you need help,” you deadpanned, really not wanting this argument again.

“No.” His brow furrowed with frustration, ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. “Why haven’t you run yet?”

You brushed a little more of his tresses away from his face. “And why would I do that?”

“Are you blind? Do you not see the monstrosity before you?” He scowled, still refusing to look at you.

“No, I don’t.”

He barked out a laugh that he immediately regretted. “Then what, pray tell, do you see?”

Reaching across for his cheek, you guided him to face you, receiving little resistance. His skin was still hot but not quite as much as before. “I see a person who risked his own safety to protect a bunch of civilians. There’s no way you could be a monster even with your jötun form.”

“So, you do know what I am…” A deep frown etched across his face.

“Yes… If it makes you feel any better, only a select few know. I have to know the medical histories of all the Avengers if I’m to treat them in the field.”

Silence…

“And for what it’s worth, this,” your thumb graced the apple of his cheek, “is not scary in the slightest.”

His eyes searched yours frantically for any hint of dishonesty. A trembling hand raised and settled on yours, pressing it further on his face. His lips parted to speak but was interrupted by a light knock on the door.

With an apologetic smile, you slid your hand from his grasp. The nurse from before had returned with the ice packs. A quick “thank you” and you brought the tray in the room, shutting the door behind you. Just as you had before, you surrounded him with the new packs. Loki’s chest rose and fell more deeply as he cooled down even further, skin morphing into a pale sky blue and eyes returning to the bluish-green you’ve come to know.

“Well, you’re at least responding quickly. How do you feel?” You hovered at his bedside.

He locked eyes with you again, a cocktail of emotions swirling about despite his attempts to keep a straight face. “I-” he cleared his throat. “Better…”

“Good, good…” Your hands fiddled with the sheets. “Is there anything you need?”

Loki’s lips pursed, and he swallowed thickly. His digits brushed against yours, halting your nervous tick. “Stay?”

“Of course,” you breathed.

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you glided your fingers into his palm like two puzzle pieces meant to fit together, giving his hand a light squeeze. You pulled your seat closer and sat back down.

Just as you made yourself comfortable, Loki raised your hand to his face. His lips grazed over your knuckles as he whispered, “Thank you…”

“Anytime.” And you meant it. “I’ll stay for as long as you’ll have me.”

He let your entwined hands float back down to the bed as he chuckled. “If that’s the case, I do hope you are well prepared.”

“Oh, yeah?” You smirked. “And just how long do you plan on keeping me around?”

“For as long as you will have me.”

Little did either of you know, Thor had come to the Med Bay to check on Loki after he heard the news and was listening to the conversation through the closed door. He decided to leave you be for now. The congratulations and light teasing could wait until tomorrow.

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[awesomerextyphoon]

I love your writing. May I have Loki x Reader? The reader is a sweet, delicate dreamer. Loki has come to conquer the world. He saw her and wants her to become his Queen of Midgard. He kidnapped her. She pleads with him to let her go while she is tied to the bed. He caresses her hair and says she will love him (he doesn't want to use the scepter on her).

***Can I have White Reader x Loki, please? Loki just escaped from the Helicarrier. He saw the reader who is a sweet and innocent creature. Loki doesn't want her dead when he will start battle. Loki kidnaps her and locks her up to keep her safe. When he wins, Loki tells her that she will become his queen.***

Hi! I decided to combine the prompts and make the reader plus-sized. I hope you enjoy! 

His Match

Pairing: Dark!Loki x Plus-Sized Female Reader 

Summary: You’ve tried to live by your grandmother’s rule  of being kind to others, even when the world gives you the middle finger. What if a Norse God decided reward you by becoming his Queen?

Word Count: 1,745

Rating: 18+/Mature

Warning: Kidnapping, Implied Dub/Non-Con, Angst, and some Violence

A/N: Thanks goes to the amazing @angrythingstarlight for beta reading this!

Loki was walking around New York City, scouting Stark Tower making sure the final preparations of his plan was perfect when something, or rather someone, caught his eye.

She walked out of what looked like a women’s clothing store with a forlorn smile. She was plumper than the average female Midgardian last time he frequented the realm. His eyes did not miss the enticing curves that lied beneath her clothes despite her efforts to ensconce herself into the background.

She was a vision.

Her eyes met his for the briefest of moments and it felt like time stopped. His heart quickened in his chest and a rush of blood surged to his groin.

He had to follow her. His Elskan.

“Barton, tell the others I’ll be out for a few more hours. Proceed as planned.”

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He found you entering a rather destitute apartment complex. Its lights and foundation were a bit unsound and gave off a seedy ambience.

Loki grimaced at her living conditions. When he ruled Midgard, she would have only the best.

Casting a simple concealment spell, Loki entered her fairly small apartment. She began mixing ingredients together for what looked to be ‘chocolate chip cookies’. He smiled as he inhaled the sweet aroma knowingly; Asgard had only recently started consuming the sweet. She soon laid out a batch of thick, scrumptious cookies with a satisfied expression.

They reminded him of better times when he and Thor would sneak into the kitchens and swipe confections from under the baker’s nose. Loki chuckled at the memory; those were the days.

Not ten minutes after she placed the last cookie onto the cooling rack did her phone ring. It was her mother. Loki felt dread coming off his Elskan in waves.

Loki could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation, if you could call it that. Her mother constantly nagged her about her weight, life choices, and her ‘pathetic’ attempts to get over her ex-boyfriend. His heart broke as he saw tears begin to fall and the croaking of her voice as she bid the odious creature goodnight.

Several minutes after she cried herself to sleep, Loki entered his Elskan’s bedroom. He spied her diary on the nightstand and decided to read a few pages.

He was fuming within two minutes.

How dare that caustic pig sow treat his Elskan, her own daughter, in a such ghastly manner! Her ‘perfect’ sister always slighting and reminding her on how ‘she’ll never be good enough for anything’ and her father’s callous indifference to her cries for help and solace only added to his rage. Combined with the way her ex-boyfriend, the repugnant gnat, treated her (he cheated on her with someone who ‘wasn’t built like a blimp’ and ‘the only thing you thing you had going for you were your tits’) and he wanted to speed up the invasion just to watch the horror become engrained onto their faces.

And yet, she endeavored to treat everyone with kindness harkening back to your grandmother. She strived to be the one light in one’s otherwise miserable existence.

Well, she can be his light as his Elskan and Queen.

Loki took a deep, cleansing breath. He needed to stick to the plan. When he conquers Midgard, she will be their queen. She will grace the undeserving masses with her elegance and beauty and he will worship her every chance he got.

He just had to make her see it that way.

Gently, the light forest green glow of Loki's magic flowed from his hand to the crown of her head like a halo. He leaned in and kissed her cheek with a smile as he left.

He hated to leave her, but he had a realm to conquer. Though he hoped she’d enjoy the introductory gift.

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You were in your grandmother’s living room; spacious yet comfy with all of her quirkiness and splendor included. It was odd since you haven’t been in her house since your parents sold after her death seven years ago. You tearfully smiled remembering all the good times you had with her, the only member of your family you gave you any true warmth or love.

Her piano was in the corner, barely aged a day with all the music sheets, pens, a light scratches you came to know and love. You took your seat and started to play the piano version of one of your favorite movie themes.

You were so engrossed in playing, you failed to notice someone materializing into your dreamscape.

“What a lovely tune! What is it called?” A smooth, honey-tinged voice broke your concentration.

You turned your head and saw what had to be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. He was tall (6’ 10” / 2.08m) easily towering over any man you’ve ever met. He had smooth alabaster skin, light rose undertones with a little blue-red just under his eyes. His cheekbones were immaculate, somehow looked sharp and soft at the same time. He had thin lips with a fair plumpness to the bottom one. His slicked-back, shoulder-length Ponzu/Shadow Purple hair kissed his lean, battle-hardened physique (if the way he’s filling out his outfit was anyway to go by). All of this deliciousness was clothed in a casual Palm Green suit with a Glossy Black tie and shoes.

It took you a full minute to stop ogling him, “Wha-What did you say?”

“I apologize for disturbing you, my lady. I asked what you were playing.” His voice had hints of mirth which was odd considering his appearance. Most people in his league would give you a thinly veiled sneer of disgust, but he seemed genuinely interested.

“Um, well, it’s called Merry-Go-Round of Life from the movie Howl’s Moving Castle. It’s a favorite of mine. I used to play it all the time until…” You trailed off, not wanting to revisit how your grandmother died.

“You do not have to tell me if it brings you such displeasure.”

“Thank you, um…”

“Loki. Please, call me Loki.”

“Loki,” he inwardly moaned at the way you said his name, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Please, continue playing.”

And you did for what felt like hours, all while your sexy dream companion asked about your hopes, dreams, anything he could think of really. You in turn asked him about his life and interests; you even laughed at a story of his brother having to dress like a bride to get his hammer back.

You soon became enamored with Loki. It was refreshing to be noticed with actual interest, not ridicule or pity. He seemed to taken with you as well, if his gentle caresses and not-so-subtle lustful glances he gave you were any indication.

You were glad this was just a dream. You didn’t want your heart to break like last time.

Loki was about to lean in for a kiss when everything faded to black.

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You jolted up from the mattress and screamed once you realized you weren’t in your room.

No, this room was…spectacular for lack of better word. It had high ceilings, large windows, ornate chandeliers, and magnificent balcony. Luxurious dark greens, gold, and black covered the room in splendor. Extravagant pieces of furniture dripped with precious stones metal worthy of queens or royal mistresses of old.

“What is this place?”

You tried to leave but was forced back onto the bed by a force field. You tried to take calm breaths just like your therapist taught you in order to make an escape plan.

No sooner did you calm down than the door open to reveal-

“Loki!”

Only Loki was wearing radically different clothing; looked like he walked right out of a fantasy epic. And yet, his smile was enchanting.

“What am I doing here? I need to go back home.”

He tutted in response, “That would not be wise, Elskan Mín. This world is mine now and this is safest place to be.” He was right. His brother’s team of desperate souls were no match for his cunning and Chitauri Forces. Midgard’s pathetic leaders gave up in less than an hour once their beloved ‘heroes’ were defeated, broken, and laid bare before them.

“You can’t be serious, Loki. I need to leave.”

“And go where? Like I said, this realm is mine now. That rat poison of a dwelling is no more and I have dealt with your ‘family’ as needed.” Loki smirked at the memories. It gave him extreme joy squeezing the life out of that worthless pig of mother, breaking every bone in your father’s body one by one, and leaving your ‘perfect’ sister alive with partially rotten skin. Not even the scavengers or maggots would find or want the remains of the scurvy insect of an ex-boyfriend, though he was still alive..just barely.

Well, at least until he decided on how to destroy the blight of creature.

Though he did make sure to leave two of your real friend were treated well. You needed to have someone to talk to while he was away.

You gazed into his Spearmint colored eyes in one last attempt, “Please Loki! If you love me, you’ll let me go!”

For a split second, you could’ve sworn you saw hurt in his eyes and he glided across the room. You back hit the headboard in you sad efforts to get away from him.

“Elskan Mín, I promise to always love, cherish, and worship every part of your glorious body. You will become Midgard’s queen and my goddess. No. One. Will. Ever. Demean. Or. Slight. You. Again.” he punctuated each word of the last sentence with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your face, neck, shoulders, and collarbone.

You tried to fight him, but it felt so good. His touches sent shots of lightning to your core; plus his lips and fingers were cook to the touch provided excellent contrast to the spike in heat.

You started crying realizing how pathetic this was, to have the first person to profess such feelings be a kidnapper. You were actually contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth.

Loki sensed your sorrow and kissed your tears away. “I know this might be ‘difficult’ at first, but you will love me in time.” He hoped he did not have to use the scepter.

You thought about your dream and all of the effort he was putting into this. It was frightening, but it came from a place of love.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to stay.

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[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Tell Me A Story

Loki x f(magic reader)

Summary: Stuck in an Asgardian cell for your crimes, you meet an intriguing fellow prisoner who you can’t help but start to feel something for.

Warning: angst, fluff (you’re not leaving sad on my watch)

Masterlist

The ground feels hard. And your head feels incredibly fuzzy, like waking up from a deep slumber by some rude acquaintance who can’t mind their own damn business. Not to mention the throbbing sensation emitting from the left side of your cheek like two annoying disturbances. Were you smacked twice?

What in the bloody shitsticks?

The light in this place is so bright too, you have to squint when opening your irises for the first time to really get a good look at your surroundings. With the light in this awful place too much to bear, you cover your eyes with your fingers to lessen the harshness from above. Soon your gaze trails up witnessed a clean ceiling of pure marble white.

Wait. Are you dead?

Adjusting to the brightness, you slowly bring yourself into a seated position on the equally as shiny clean floor. To your left is a bed and a small nightstand while your right is a see through golden tinged barrier showing the other cells and a single guard walking down the hallway. Cells? Cells!

A prison? You’re in a fucking prison. Shit.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, head in your hands, you suddenly hear a knock on the white section of the confinement hold that turns into loud pounding. Thud! Thud! Thud! And a second later the white disappears, in place shows the same see through golden tinge. A guard on the other side.

“You’re awake.” He says, voice casual as an old friend.

You give him a puzzled look before feeling your face, “I think so.”

He takes a step into your prison where a sword is held in your face, maybe not so much an old friend after all, “As protocol, I must ask you three questions.” Delves the guard, stance never changing.

“Go for it tough guy.”

He remains unfazed, “Do you know your name?” Easy.

“Y/N.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” Uh.

“Well it wasn’t for stealing a child’s favorite toy.” You muse before quickly changing your façade, “But yes.”

He scoffs unamused, “Do you know where you are?”

Now this question you don’t have an answer for so instead do you give him your sweetest most innocent face possible, “uh, maybe you could enlighten me?”

The armored man rolls his dark eyes, “You’re in the royal dungeons of Asgard, placed here by King Odin for crimes against our realm. For that. You will remain until otherwise noted by the King.” Barks the guard, you stare up at him with wide eyes. Shocked and bewildered that you’re stuck in Asgard of all places.

“I didn’t even have a fare trial!” You protest.

“You didn’t deserve one, filth.” He counters before sheathing his sword back into its scabbard and off he goes into the golden tinged door. Out of sight in an instant. Rude.

Leaving yourself very puzzled and irritated at the whole ordeal, you never even got a trial to speak your side of the story. Nothing. Now you’re stuck in this dumb shit of a cell with literally nothing to do and no one around to bother, oh wait who’s that across the room?

Jumping to your feet, you swiftly walk over to the glass; there stands a man in green and black attire, leather bound book in hand as his slender face focuses onto the pages. He’s rather handsome in all honesty, with that dark shoulder length hair of his and the thoughtful expression across his face. You’re now fully intrigued.

Then your mind swirls with a thought, you’re in Asgard. So, this must be prince Loki, the one who failed to conquer Midgard. Soon a devilish smirk crosses your features, “What are you doing down here? I thought princes were the ones to put delinquents behind bars?”

Loki’s face shifts from surprise to amusement as he keeps his eyes onto the pages, “Kings.” Corrects the Asgardian prince.

You smile, “Well this king can eat shit!”

He lets out a breathy snort before finally drawing his gaze up to you, his expression quickly diminishes from amusement into star struck fascination when those beautiful blues land upon your beaming mischievous face. Loki has never seen someone so magnificently enticing in his whole entire life. But here you are, whoever you happen to be.

The raven haired man sets the book onto his nightstand before sauntering over to the glass wall, “And who do I presume you are? My new source of entertainment.”

Waving him off like a blushing maiden, you pretend to get all hot and bothered by his sly comment, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know.”

Loki smirks, “I would indeed.”

You curl a piece of hair around your finger, gifting him a shy smile as you avoid his steely gaze. “Sorry.” You mutter, “I only tell men who can take over whole planets in under three days.”

He immediately loses his humored aurora, replacing it with a slightly taken aback yet somewhat pissed off one. “Ouch. But I can’t image you’re any clever if you happen to be stuck down here with me.”

You point up a finger, “On the contraire, my faults are less hefty then your own. So who really lost here?”

“From the looks of it. Both of us.”

You nod, “That is a truthful observation, but what has gifted us a sentence in exile are two entirely different sides to the relatively same coin.”

“Mine being, failure to conquer and rule Midgard. And yours being?”

“Fine. I’ll satiate your appetite.” He raises a brow as you trail your hand down the buzzing glass, “I may have tried to steal some pretty gems downstairs. Blah blah and I got caught by some lady named Frigga who’s a lot more skilled with magic then I had first realized and now I’m here. Granted I don’t remember getting to said “here” but alas my body remains.”

Loki smirks, “My deer mother got the best of you. How is she up in the real world these days?”

“Oh you know, told me she loves reading, doing the usual witchy stuff, and she hates you so go burn in hell for eternity you shit head little boy.”

Loki could have choked on his own spit, “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, she said she loves you. Is that not what you heard? I really thought I was being pretty clear.”

The Asgardian prince shakes his head, “Forget I asked.” Turning around once again to find his way onto the comfortable looking mattress, new book in hand.

You pout at the lack of attention, what did you say to annoy him? Was it the little shit head boy? Maybe he’s just having a bad day.

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There he is. That incredibly attractive Asgardian prince of Mischief, just standing there. Reading yet another book in his beautiful greens and blacks and golds as he chooses to ignore you. The insanely gorgeous but deeply irritating woman across the cell from him.

You’ve been in here for about four weeks now and Loki has not cracked once. You’re really trying too! All he’s done is gift you with some telling facial expressions or the wonderful side comment to address your theatrics or harmless shenanigans.

All you want to do is get to know him better. And maybe along the way get the fuck out of here with a little help, and then preferably take the prince along for the ride. If it was only that easy.

Levitating in your cell just because you’re tired of standing all the time, you keep your usual unabashed stare-down with the prince when a random guard marches by. He looks from right to left and forward again before doing a double take over to you.

“Hey! Stop that!” He shouts, lance raised at your smirking face while you continue to float, “You can’t do that here!”

You simply roll your eyes, “Who has made this new rule law?”

The guard pauses for a moment, clearly indicating that he just doesn’t want you floating because he’s a party pooper. He swallows, “By king Odin.”

“By king Odin? Doesn’t his son fly?”

“Huh?” He glances over to Loki who’s not paying attention to you two in the slightest.

“Not that one.”

The guard makes a frustrated grunt before removing his lance away from your face, no matter the safety of the glass, “You can remain afloat but only under my authority.” And with that does he stomp off down the corridor.

Idiot.

You beam a victorious grin as he leaves your sight when a sudden slow clapping can be heard from across the hallway. Immediately do you snap your attention up to the prince who’s already sharing one of his infamous smirks, “Congratulations. You’ll now have an enemy down here. And it only took you a few weeks.”

You scoff, moving yourself to float casually on your back, “It’s about time too. Things were starting to get unbearably dull around here.”

Loki hums, “Ever try reading?”

You snort, “No, no I haven’t. Hmm, but I’d love it if you could read to me, since I don’t happen to have any books within reach. It’s only fair.”

Loki raises a brow, “Only fair?”

“Yes. I have the guards annoyed with me, so, they won’t care much about you. And. You get to read, but also to me as well.”

“That’s a possibly compelling suggestion.” Says the prince, mulling over your words.

“I thought so.”

You close your eyes as a couple moments pass before he speaks again, “But I must decline.”

“What!” You shout in bewilderment as he lowly chuckles, “I might just about die of boredom, you want me on your conscience when I pass into oblivion from lack of entertainment!”

Loki smiles at your adorable face, “Make your own fun.” He teases, though you don’t realize this.

Moving yourself into a standing position, yet still without touching the ground, you press your hands against the golden tinged glass, “Loki! You are a beautifully great annoyance and if I wasn’t stuck in here I would throw all your books about! And then….then I’d knock down your nightstand!”

He smirks, “Charming.”

You pout while your fists clench in irritation, “Fine! I didn’t want to listen to your loathsome voice anyways!” He gifts you with a proud half grin as you turn from him to magically throw your wooden nightstand across the room.

You land, reaching a hand out to launch the nightstand back across the room once more before repeating this action again and again until the whole flimsy thing combusts when it crashes violently into the closest wall.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turn to face the irritation watching you do all of this, “Feel better Y/N.”

Pursing your lips together, you release your tight fists, “Yes.”

He nods, “What would you like me to read?”

“Something joyful…….please.”

Loki shares a handsome grin before giving you a respectfully small bow, “As the lady wishes.” Loki shares a small glance with your curious face before turning to search for a book. He kneels down and soon picks out a book colored in a deep blue, something foreign written in golden cursive on the front.

You slowly return to the ground, this time seated criss crossed as you lean half of yourself upon the glass as you try and get as close to Loki as physically possible. Which is difficult considering the hallway’s short distance keeping your cells apart, but you try anyways. He opens up the book and quickly looks up to catch your gaze before smiling and looking down at the first page.

Loki reveals the smallest blush before clearing his throat, “The Fox and the Raven.” You smirk at his adorable face, how focused and deep in thoughtful concentration he becomes as the words flow off of his sly tongue like molten gold. You could listen to him all day.

“Once there were two beings, equal in skill and game. Best friends since childhood even, but there was one thing that drove a wedge in their long relationship. Another. This beautiful being was beyond compare to that of any god or goddess alike. And the two friends where undoubtedly in love with them.

It began one windy day by the river, the beauty stood, washing their hair by the waters edge with not a mind to mess with anyone in their head. The two friends saw them and smiled. “I shall win their affections.” Claimed the dark haired admirer, Tala. “Not you silly fox, I shall be the one to draw their heart to mine.” Spoke Essek with great confidence, his bestfriend in the whole entire realm.

They looked to each other with clear frustration sculpted into their faces, so, the friends came to an agreement. Whoever failed to win over the water nymphs heart, that friend must stay in their animal form forever while the victorious one could live on as they always have. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe not at first.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as the two friends would speak with the water nymph as often as they could. Tala in raven form and Essek as a dashing fox. All was going well as they played their little game of love until the water nymph began to grow quit fond of the raven for his talents in the sky and witty personality.

So much so that on the next full moon, the raven revealed himself to his true form before making love to the joyful water nymph on the rivers edge. And so the very next day when the fox arrived to speak with the nymph, he was surprised to find Tala laying underneath a weeping willow with the nymph in his strong arms.

The fox recoiled with jealousy before his heart shattered in two, Tala smiled a triumphant grin as the fox turned away in disappointment before rushing off into the woodland. Never to be seen again.

So that is why you can never trust anyone who is truly dear to you, for love is a fleeting thing and can turn friends into beasts for something as silly and pathetic as a beacon of affection.” Finishes Loki in an almost sour tone as you sit there on the cell floor, feeling a bit off and out of place from that abrupt turn of events.

You frown, “I thought you were going to read me a happy story?”

Loki closes the book, “I did.” Blue eyes on you in an instant.

“No. You really didn’t.”

Loki gives you an almost dumbfounded look, “The raven got to keep his original form and make love to the water nymph what else is there to want?” He questions like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. Not.

“The fox is depressed now. That’s not very happy.”

“It was happy for those two, was it not?”

You roll your eyes, “It was. But a happy story should have a happy ending for everyone involved. That’s the point of a happy tale being told.” You counter as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Not everyone gets what they want in the end, Y/N. That’s just life, some are fine and persist while others turn and run with nothing of any significance still clinging to them.”

You sit there a moment in bewilderment, soon rising to float threateningly by the glass, “That’s ridiculous! A happy story should be fucking happy! Love is supposed to be kind and beautiful, not this wedge that turns people against one another and supports a game that shifts into jealousy and disdain for one.”

Loki hums, “Well it is just a story after all. Love does that because it isn’t truthful ever, it’s a fleeting thing without any weight that only causes pain and disappointment.”

Your brows soon furrow at these dark words, “Oh and what do you understand about love?” You hotly challenge, voice accusatory and fierce.

“That it isn’t real.” Mutters the prince with a casual shrug, though his face flashes with uncertainty.

You scoff, “Is it now? You think love is a simple lie? A trick from the universe to keep races existing until their worlds collapse?”

“Yes.” Nods the Asgardian, “That’s what I believe.”

You take a breath, feet slowly touching the cool tiled floor as you speak, “You have no idea what it feels like then. So how can you claim it to be false?”

Loki crosses his arms, “True love isn’t real because that just cannot be realistic in any sense Y/N. Same thing as feeling happy or when you sneeze….the feeling is a feeling like butterflies in your stomach when you get excited. But like every emotion given, it leaves and the feelings are dulled or just dissipate altogether.”

“You’re wrong.” You bitterly mutter, voice low and filled with a somber hurt.

“And how would I be wrong then?” He wonders, truly curious to see how on earth you are able to counter this. He doesn’t wholeheartedly believe in love, though his growing affections for you seem to have him conflicted. He still wants to know.

“It is like magic, to be in love.” You reply, a faint smile ghosting your lips as you press your hands against the glass, “It is bright and brilliant and beautiful. It does not come and go like a fleeting spark from a dying flame. Love, like magic, forms from within when let into someone’s vessel. It is a power that always remains no matter where the person travels, or how old they become. Love, in the end and always through existence will remain. No matter what.”

Loki could have shed a tear at your beautiful explanation, yet his stubbornness persists, “A fairytale. Nothing more.”

“A fairytale? A fucking fairytale!?” You shout, voice rising in fury, “You don’t know anything but the lies you tell yourself you heartless bastard! All I wanted was a happy story that made me smile before I’m executed! And you couldn’t even give me that you selfish prick of a man!”

Loki’s heart grows cold as a winters morning, he blinks, forgetting how to properly breath at your heated declarations. He steps closer to the thin glass, brows furrowed in puzzled apprehension, “You’re being executed?” He asks, tone low and thoughtful.

Face falling into a deep frown, you lower your head in shame, “I have been condemned to die for my crimes above. Guess they’re not so simple as I had first claimed.”

“What do you mean?”

You let out a telling sigh, “I didn’t try and take the queens jewels, I tried to murder her..”

“You what?!” Whispers the Asgardian prince, eyes wide in shock, “What do you mean?”

Your gaze keeps trained onto the floor, “I am…well, I was….an assassin. Who, ultimately could not force myself to murder your mother Frigga, so I let myself be caught and taken. It’s the least I deserve for the life I’ve led. This is just how it goes, and I’m ready.”

Loki’s mind races, he never even suspected such a thing coming from you. Sure you’re indeed a beautiful mystery of a person who enjoys levitating in her cell for the hell of it. But your appearance and pose never revealed someone capable of homicide as their profession, least of all you.

And now, his father is condemning you to death rightly so, but Loki can’t help but think you don’t truly deserve this fate. Maybe, just possibly, he’d feel like he was losing a close friend. Someone who he never had any intentions of developing these strange new feelings for.

“I won’t let him end your life.” Suddenly speaks the prince, “You didn’t kill her, you actively chose not to, so I believe he could sway his final decision.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Wishful thinking.” Just as three guards dressed in their true Asgardian golds walk to the front of your cell. Loki swallows, they dissipate the golden tinged force field, leaving you with nothing but air to keep you from their clutches.

“Y/N.” Softly calls the dark haired prince, voice small and desperate, he didn’t think they would take you so soon but what does he truly know anymore? Your sad eyes lock onto his as one guard snaps metal cuffs against your wrists, and another around your throat before he ushers you out.

Loki can’t tear his eyes from yours the whole time, and even after you’ve been dragged down the hallway and out of sight. He thinks, maybe you’ll return and it was all a big misunderstanding, a simple nightmare and he’ll wake any second now. But he knows this is foolish thinking, you’re never coming back. And he’s beside himself.

Loki bows his head in silent anguish, fists clenched tight as his heartbeat begins to race when suddenly he releases his grip and a small blast of green magic emits in the aftermath. Just enough power to knock some books onto the floor in protest. He doesn’t pick them up.

In the following days, Loki would pace around his cell like a nervous lion. Reading book after book to help pass the time though he couldn’t stop his racing mind from thinking about you. Where were you now? What had they done to you? Did it hurt?

He didn’t know and what’s worse is the guards only seemed to mock him about it, claiming your life was worth more dead then anything else. It stung like a heated iron spear left too long in the hot coals, he missed you beyond compare. How did you make him feel this way? When did that happen?

He missed your mischievous smile, your alluring eyes of curiosity and concealed chaos. The way you spoke to him like a person and not just a prisoner, or even a prince who’s disappointed his whole kingdom. You didn’t care, sure you lived to tease and pester him relentlessly, but you didn’t truly care about his current status.

You drew the attention out of him without even needing to try, brought a smile upon his face weather he was aware of it or not, and made him feel genuinely excited about waking up the next day. You became everything to him and more, and Loki hadn’t even realized this until it was too late.

But now you’re gone. And he will never see another Y/N for as long as he is to live.

Loki sits with his back against the wall, hair undoubtedly a wild mess closely matching that of the room about him. Books, clothing, furniture, and other personal belongings lay around his cell like the aftermath of a furious hurricane. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but when he got word that his mother was injured in the attack by the dark elves and freed prisoners. He new it was his fault, he led them to freedom after all.

With his mother healing from her non fatal wounds, and the loss of his dear Y/N to the axe. Loki has been doing less then tremendous these past few weeks, clearly. The prince now closes his weary eyes, breathing steadily as a new presence makes itself known across the golden tinged glass. He doesn’t care to look.

“Well don’t you look sad.” Teases a familiar voice, not condescending but just enough to make him laugh if he felt like it.

He opens his eyes to find your smirking face, body safe and sound wrapped in a cloak of white and intricately laced gold. How absolutely beautiful you are. His brows furrow as he mutters, “You’re just an illusion.” Voice horse and filled with doubt.

You raise a brow, “So is this?” You ask in reference to the clean cut illusion Loki is controlling, “I think not. I can see right through it.”

He forgot about the illusion he’s been creating since his breakdown, of course you’d see right through it, “You died. And my mother is hurt.”

“So you lost control within yourself and chose self deprecation? And apparently…chaos.” The trickster god rolls his tired eyes which causes you to chuckle, “I see my passing onto greater things has weakened your ego.”

He scoffs, “Your ghost form does not amuse me.”

Taking a glance down the vacant hallway, you step right through the golden tinged force field like it’s nothing more then air. “Loki Laufeyson, I am not a phantom or a dreary pigment of your imagination you foolish prick. I am Y/N, Goddess of Chaos and Magic. And someone who has missed you deeply.”

Loki frowns, blue eyes focused up at your truthful face as he sighs, “I….I don’t think I understand what is happening.”

You approach his side before kneeling down to reach his level, you two have never been this close before, “My tale was true as the forming of this realm itself. But your mother saw me for who I am, not what I have been enchanted to do with my life. So she gave me another chance to live, and so I did. To protect her and guard her until she deems otherwise, that’s why I’m still alive and that’s why your mother still has a beating heart.”

Loki reaches out for your hand that you gladly let him take, “Those prisoners..”

“I killed them. Every last one of those fuckers and the damn dark elves who attempted to crash their ship into the great hall. Let’s just say, it didn’t go according to their plans.” You explain, pausing for a moment to share a longing look with the Asgardian prince.

The corners of his lips rise into a soft smile, a deeply relieved one while you look down at your laced fingers, “Loki.” You whisper before drawing your head up to properly look at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m still counting on a better story.” You muse as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Unfortunately none of these books happen to provide a decent tale, my dear.”

You gently squeeze his hand, “In that case I’ll bring you all the books stuffed in that giant library. There’s bound to be a good one, something happy.”

“I’d like that.” Nods the prince.

You smile, “But I have to ask you one thing.”

“Of course.”

“Did you miss me?”

Loki squeezes your hand right back, “More then I’d ever missed anyone.” Reveals the dark haired prince as he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, though his fingers linger on your cheek a moment longer before he slowly pulls them away and into his lap.

You can’t help but snicker which causes his face to scrunch up in puzzled embarrassment. Immediately do you reach up to cup his cheek, “I felt the same way. And I think I might feel a bit more too, quit possibly a lot more. No. Yes definitely a lot more then I first led on from a few weeks ago in fact and all I must admit to you now Loki Laufeyson or Odinson..prince of Asgard I think I’d like to kiss you now if that’s okay with you.”

Loki blinks, did he hear you right? “oh.” He mumbles, clearly unsure of himself or whatever wonderful thing you just said.

You immediately remove your hand from his cheek, “Too soon. Sorry I just thought I read you right maybe I was wrong I can just leav….” You don’t even have a moment to finish your sentence when his lips press pleasantly against yours.

His hands hold your face while your own hands gently grip onto his forearms for support in your awkward positioning, with him sitting and you still crouched. But it matters not when his lips move in time with yours, he feels so lovely, like a hundred roses pressing against your skin.

Giving you that soft velvety feel, you could kiss him all day if he’d let you. Though soon enough the two of you must break for some air, and with that do you pull him to his feet while you float just inches off of the messy ground. Loki never once taking his hand away from yours.

“How can you….how can you do that?” Wonders the prince as he glances from the ground to your face.

You shrug, “How can you move things with your mind?”

He smiles, “I guess, I just can. A terribly lackluster explanation I know, but perhaps I’m not truly certain how either.”

“Well let’s not dwell on the unknown for too long, this moment right now is too sacred for anything else. And though I have to leave, I will return to you…..and next time with more books. Then you will have no choice then to read them all to me.”

Loki hums, “I don’t see a problem there.” Before whispering in your ear, “Maybe bring some wine, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening.”

You share a bright grin, “As the spoiled prince asks, but it will cost you.”

Loki raises an intrigued brow, “Cost what?”

“A kiss. Before and after I do your bidding. Can you settle for those terms?”

Loki’s lips pull into an adorable smile, cheeks almost dusting pink at your new flash of boldness. He’s never met anyone quit like you in all his years alive. “I believe those terms are acceptable.”

You give him a wink, “Good. See you then.” And with that do you crash your lips against his for on more heated embrace before leaving one final kiss to his slender cheek and floating out of the cell you go. Stopping behind the glass to give your new lover one last fleeting look, “Miss me you prick.”

Loki smirks, “Always.”

[high-functioning-lokipath]

Prompt 4 - An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose. Words: 480

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"I have good news!" Clint announced, walking into the common room where the team was. "I just came from the kitchen and Y/N is cooking dinner tonight!" The team cheered, knowing how well you cooked. "And Loki is helping her," Clint added. Groans resounded throughout the team.

"Loki? Really? How is that good news? He cannot cook! At all!" Tony lamented.

"I can confirm," Thor said. "My brother and I both lack basic cooking skills."

"No! No! This is good!" Clint interrupted. "My bet is for this week!"

"I really hope you're wrong," Nat grumbled. "My money is on this weekend." Everyone started excitedly discussing their bets while you and Loki remained in the kitchen cooking in blissful ignorance.

"Would you mind handing me the garlic?" You asked Loki. He was trying his best to help you in the kitchen as you cooked dinner for the team. You had music playing in the background and were mindlessly dancing along with it as you prepared the meal.

"Of course, darling," He replied. You blushed lightly, but reminded yourself that was an endearment he tended to use quite frequently. Or at least you thought he did.

The next song started and you squealed happily. "Oh I love this song!"

"I don't believe I've heard it before," Loki said.

"It's called My Girl and it's by a group called The Temptations. It was released in 1965." Loki nodded, watching you fondly as you sang and danced along. Secretly, he wished he would have the courage to tell you those things himself. And, secretly, you wished he would. With the meal safely simmering on the stove, you let yourself freely dance in the middle of the kitchen.

I don't need no money, fortune, or fame

I've got all the riches baby one man can claim

You spun around but tripped over your own two feet. Thankfully, Loki caught you. When you looked up at him, your lips brushed lightly against each other.

Well I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way

From that brief second you're already craving more and you can't resist reaching up to kiss him. When you consciously realized what you were doing you exclaimed, "I'm so sorry!" Quickly, you tried to pull away.

"No," Loki replies, keeping you in his arms. "You're my girl." He pulled you back, kissing you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss.

"What's that burning smell?" Tony asks as the team walks down the hallway to check up on dinner.

"Probably my brother decided to take over cooking," Thor grimaced.

"Or I just won a bet," Clint grinned, looking into the kitchen. The next song had started but neither you nor Loki cared. You were still happily wrapped up in each other's arms.

"Well, Hawk, since you won, you buy dinner," Tony says.

"Aw man!"

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[amomentsescape]

A/N: I thought it would be fun to write up a random oneshot. I wanted to base it around a character I haven’t gotten to write for yet, and with all of the Marvel shows being rolled out, this seemed pretty fitting. Enjoy!

(Fun fact: This was supposed to be an April Fool’s Day piece, but it ended up taking a completely different turn).

Synopsis: Loki’s attempt on hiding his ever growing feelings only seems to bring more pain.

You and Me (Loki Laufeyson x Reader)

It only took him six months to realize that maybe you were an exception to what he once thought was pure hatred for mankind.

Loki had found himself in such an odd feeling. You were kind to him, and not just in the way that others tried to be.

You genuinely liked being around him, not that he’d ever believe it himself.

Why would you even give him the light of day?

His past was something that he couldn’t outrun. Even now, he still struggled to see any good in himself. The only time he actually felt like maybe there was more to him than just pain was when he was beside you.

Your soft eyes always looked up to him while he spoke, and it made him feel validated. Your sweet smile and laughs offered a moment of peace when all that spun in his mind was chaos.

But he never wanted this to happen.

Loki tried so hard to ignore the inevitable. Because deep down, the moment you walked up to him with a small quirk of your brow, he knew he was gone.

You weren’t like the other humans. You were bubbly, yet mature. You didn’t run up to him and bombard his silence with questions or accusations. You even made him feel like he was more than just his brother’s shadow.

With you, he was something. And God, did that feel good.

He had been trying to think of what to do for days now. Of course, his first thought was that this would never work out.

You deserved so, so much. And there was no way that he could be what you needed.

His cold heart would fizzle out your light, he was sure of it.

And whether he was aware of it or not, your conversations soon began to shorten. His teasing eye rolls became excuses to leave for “other matters.”

It hurt. A lot. But he didn’t know why.

He was sure that his interests would fade the less he would be around you.

But little did he understand, it hurt because he was still falling for you. Over and over again he would keep falling deeper into whatever spell you had cast, and no amount of time away from you could change that.

However, you took his nervousness to be lack of caring.

He used to be the “bad guy,” of course he didn’t care about you.

He was a God, and Gods deserved to be around angels. You knew in your heart that you could never be this.

You tried your best to keep up with other tasks. That was your job after all: to help the Avengers with their missions and information.

But the work soon became foggy, and the only thing you could really feel was the sting in your gut.

Maybe he found out how you felt about him. You made it so obvious, of course. There’s no way he didn’t catch on after all this time.

It wasn’t until the first of the month that you began to question that theory.

The tall man was in the room with you, sneakily stealing glances while you read through some files that had been given to you.

Of course, you two weren’t alone together. There was no way either of you could stand that for more than a couple seconds. However, there was still a tension between you both that left the other Avengers feeling just as off as you were.

Loki took one more look at you and decided that enough was enough.

Not talking to you was almost more painful than the thought of you rejecting him.

He wasn’t one to be soft. Not at all. But something about you just sat with him, and to be honest, he was getting kind of sick of it.

With a few quick strides, he was right there, trying his best to fake one of his signature smirks.

“That file seems to be getting the best of you,” he spoke smoothly.

His voice made you shiver, but it also pissed you off a bit. Who did he think he was? God or not, he couldn’t just go up to you and act like everything was just fine.

You scoffed.

“Why does it matter? This doesn’t pertain to you,” you gestured with the documents in your hand.

Loki’s smile faltered for a bit, but he wasn’t one to let his worries show.

“A bit feisty today, aren’t we?”

He leaned in a bit closer to you and without a second thought, you slammed the file onto the desk and stormed out of the room.

Loki froze for a second, stunned.

That definitely was not the reaction he was expecting from you.

He tilted his head a bit as he thought about what to do.

This was what he wanted right? This was the rejection he had been expecting after all. However, something about that just didn’t seem right.

It took him all of 30 seconds to walk out the same door and turn to see you making your way down the hall.

You tried your best to put distance between you two, but it was no use. He was behind you in a snap.

“Have I offended you?”

You let out a laugh at this.

“What do you think, Loki?”

You spun around and looked at his face, only to be met with something off.

His smile was still there, but it was clear that it was a cover up.

It’s almost impossible to hide sadness in his eyes.

The way his stare met yours forced you to calm down immediately. And you hated yourself by how easy he sent your guard down. It was so unfair.

“I would like to know what I did to upset you,” he responded, his voice clearly softer than it was before.

You felt your face drop.

“What you did? You went from being my best friend to having nothing to do with me. You just ignored me without telling me why.”

Loki could sense the tightness in his chest at your words. He never felt like he had a true friend before. And although you referring to him as this made him happy, there was a part of him that broke at the same time. Would he forever just be your best friend?

He hesitated for a moment more.

And then he sighed, his normal stature dissipating quickly.

“You wouldn’t understand.”

You raised your brows at him in disbelief.

“Try me.”

His gaze fell to the ground as he felt a panic rush through him.

He never planned on telling you what he had known for weeks. And he certainly wasn’t about to let it out now. Especially in these conditions.

“Pardon me,” he spoke suddenly.

He turned swiftly and began to walk back down the hall.

He didn’t want it to be like this.

You opened your mouth to say something, but no sound came out.

Instead, you decided that your only choice was to get an explanation before he just ran off. If you couldn’t run from it, then neither could he.

You sprinted after him and grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn back to you.

“No,” you stated clearly.

“No?”

“No!” you crossed your arms. “You’re not leaving without giving me an explanation. I at least deserve that.”

Loki rolled his eyes in attempt to play it cool.

“I do not think it’s necessary to explain anything.”

He tried to turn around again, but you were quick to just pull him back around, visibly closer this time.

“Don’t you dare,” you challenged. “Look. I don’t care if you never want to speak to me again. But I at least want to know what changed.”

Loki felt the same tightening in his chest again.

“That is not what I want,” he said in a quieter tone. You could barely hear it.

“What?”

“I do not enjoy being away from you.”

You stood there, a bit stunned. Loki didn’t even know what to say then. He hadn’t expected that to slip out like it did.

This moment of confusion was quickly flooded over with more frustration however.

“You sure don’t act like it then.”

He remained silent at this, and it only drew you on.

“Oh, cat got your tongue like usual? Not surprised. While you’re at it, why don’t you just disappear completely? It would feel just the same at this point!”

He didn’t even try to hide the visible hurt on his face from you. He never wanted it to get to this. He had been trying to avoid it, but it seemed that his attempt at doing so only drove things to be worse.

“Is that... what you want, (Y/N)?”

God. How could he make even the most melancholic sound of your name into the sweetest melody?

You shook your head.

“No. Of course it’s not. You’re the one person here who makes me feel listened to, like I’m not actually alone,” you sighed. “I don’t feel like this with anyone but you.”

There was a moment of silence as Loki took in what you said. Did you actually mean this?

In that deafening moment, you felt embarrassed. You never intended on telling him how you felt, and now you were just letting it all spill out.

You stared up at him for a moment as his eyebrows knitted together, his gaze focusing on the ground by your feet.

You couldn’t take it any longer. You knew what he was going to say, and you weren’t ready for the heartbreak right then.

You pushed yourself past him.

Now it was your turn to try and get as far away from the situation as possible.

And it hurt.

It all hurt so much. Everyone warned you about this man, and yet you still got attached somehow.

You could feel the warmth build behind your eyes, and it wasn’t long until the tears began to drip along your cheeks.

As you tried to wipe them away, his voice down the hall made you freeze.

“I think I might love you.”

You swore your heart stopped beating. There was no way this was actually happening; this had to be some kind of sick joke.

The footsteps grew louder as he approached you slowly, not wanting to stress you even more than you already were.

Your response was a sniffle, followed by the gentle turn of your head.

“What?”

You could hear his deep sigh from behind you.

“I was being honest with you. I hate myself for avoiding you, but I just didn’t understand what was occurring,” he paused briefly. “You changed everything for me.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

How do you even begin to reply to this?

Loki took a couple more steps as you contemplated what to do.

Instead of speaking, you turned and reached for his hand as you felt his cold fingers hesitantly curl around your own. His breathing got a bit deeper, and his eyes never left yours.

“Tell me what this means,” he spoke again, his voice dissolving into a whisper.

Your mind ceased any noise, and you realized in that moment that everything made sense. 

He was never really the bad guy. Every perception of him was just twisted to the point that even he started to believe it.

But whatever this was between you two had you wanting nothing more than the God of Mischief himself.

“Us,” you softened, pulling him closer to you. “It’s us.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Hiya! Hope you’re haven’t a lovely day so far :3!!! 💕 If requests are open, I’d love a Loki x Reader headcanon post where the Loki hears the reader’s, who is really quiet until they open up (only talks to people they completely trust), voice for the first time?

This was a bit of a challenge because I’m the exact opposite of shy, but I loved it! Thank you for sending me your request!

If you’re reading this, it means that headcanon Sunday has started! If you want me to write something, feel free to send me your idea! I’ll be writing headcanons all day!

He noticed it the first time he saw you

How you were excitedly chatting with Nat yet the second the rest of the group walked into the tower’s living room, him and his brother in tow, your mouth abruptly stopped moving, like suddenly you’d never ever thought about speaking in the first place

But then it was easy to believe it was because you got interested in his arrival, or at least that you were curious about what the team had to say, not wanting to sound rude by making them wait until you were finished chatting with your friend

Yet, the first week of his stay went by without ever hearing your voice

He only realized it when it happened again

You were happily talking to the doctor who turned green when he walked in with his brother and the tin man, and you simply shut your mouth

Apparently, mid-sentence, by the way it took Banner a few seconds to understand what had happened

When he asked his brother about it, Thor just shrugged

“I, too, have never heard her speak. They say she’s just shy. Only opens up to those she really trusts.”

And then, his interest was caught.

You were all he saw when the group was reunited

He found you endlessly fascinating

The way you could communicate without actually speaking

It was so clear how you were feeling at all times

You had a very expressive face, and despite your uneasiness at speaking in front of strangers, you had no problem in letting them know you were uncomfortable, or even angry

Loki came to the conclusion that he was the person you didn’t trust in the tower, after all, he was the new arrival

And he didn’t push to make you feel comfortable around him, no matter how much the curiosity to get to know you better kept teasing him to make you speak

He just didn’t, acknowledging that it most likely would only push you further away from him

Besides, he felt like you had your own special way of communicating with him, too

Every time your eyes would meet, whenever he entered a room you were in, you never avoided his gaze

In fact, you even smiled softly at him sometimes

It made him weirdly warm inside, it made him hope that the day where he would be able to uncover all of your layers would soon arrive

Though when it did, he was in no way prepared for it

Some of the Avengers had gone on a top-secret mission he was in no way interested to know about

When they got back, bringing something from Loki’s past with them, it became clear his lack of attention had been a mistake

The tesseract seemed to taunt him, whispering in his ear about his past mistakes and tempting him to go back to his old ways

So he flees the scene, not even realizing that he walked all the way back to his room instead of simply teleporting there, and threw himself at the bed, head hidden behind his face in an effort to control his own thoughts

And that’s when he felt two warm, smaller hands, over his, cradling his face as best as possible, considering the position he was in.

“Loki? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t recognize the voice, but your perfume was unmistakable.

His hands immediately dropped, allowing you to hold his face directly

And then he met your eyes

Your sweet, caring eyes

“I’m sorry they didn’t realize that seeing the tesseract could trigger you.”

Loki was flooded by very unfamiliar and contrasting emotions

Mainly, confusion over why you were talking to him and warmth because of your care for him

“I thought you didn’t speak to strangers,” he noted, frowning, and your mouth momentarily opened in surprise

“You’re not a stranger anymore. I just hadn’t had an opportunity to be alone with you yet.”

“Besides, I feel safe around you.”

Loki couldn’t believe that while there were still avengers you didn’t trust, you had decided to open up to him

And he decided right then and there, that he’d do everything in his power to earn this trust that you had placed on them, by keeping you safe for all eternity

I’m feeling so fluffy today, what the fuck is going on?

[wxnderlustfandoms]

not a villain [loki x teen!reader]

[not my gif]

pairing: loki x teen! reader (platonic), avengers x teen!reader (platonic) 

description: you try to make loki feel more welcome after thor brings him to the compound, thinking it would be good for him. he thinks you’re just trying to get on his good side for selfish reasons, but after overhearing you defend him to the avengers, he realizes you see the good in him

word count: 2291

warnings: none really. 

a/n: not me taking this description straight from my shifting script and turning it into a fanfic lmfao

in a way a continuation of this headcannon because the reader’s powers are the same and its the same backstory. 

After the fight at the airport between the avengers, they all realized how stupid the accords were and how it provided them no freedoms to do the things they needed to. However, you pointed out that the idea of an accords was okay because if we’re being honest, the avengers didn’t really think about collateral. The avengers all met with the countries that made the accords and worked together to revise them to work the best for both parties. 

Once that was settled, you all moved back into the compound and returned to normal life. Well, as normal as you can get with the avengers. 

One day, you heard a loud booming noise outside and saw a flash of light come from outside. You opened your window and flew out quickly to investigate. When you got closer, you saw a tall blonde with longer hair and a hammer. With him was another tall man with long black hair. A few other avengers were already there and they seemed to be on edge. 

You landed next to them and realized that the blonde was Thor. He was an avenger and you remembered seeing him on tv when New York was getting attacked. 

“I’m sure you all remember my brother, Loki,” Thor introduced, gesturing to the man with black hair next to him. Loki looked about as excited to be there as everyone else was to see him. 

“Wait, wasn’t that the guy who attacked New York? I saw him on TV when I was a little kid,” You asked Sam quietly, whispering towards him. Sam nodded his head and you looked back to Thor confused. 

“Why is he here, Thor?” Tony asked, holding his armor-covered hand up to him, prepared to attack if he needed to. You seemed to be the only one not in a fighting stance, but to be fair, you really didn’t understand what was happening. 

“I believe that it will be good for Loki to come and live with us all here! Who knows, maybe he could even become an avenger with the proper training!” Thor boomed with a smile. You felt yourself smile a bit just looking at him, he radiated so much pure, optimistic, happy energy. 

“Absolutely not, he tried to take over the world, Thor. He killed people,” Natasha argued back.

“My brother may have had a complicated past, but I just know that this will be a good opportunity for him!” 

You didn’t feel as though you were in any place to take a side, as you were not there in New York and did not know anything about Loki, but you felt as though if Loki was here to train to become an avenger, he should be able to. He didn’t seem like a terrible guy. You listened to them go back and forth for a while, discussing things you once again couldn’t input on because you were a child when these things happened. 

Eventually, Thor convinced the rest of the Avengers to let Loki stay with them. However, he was basically on house arrest at the compound until they deemed him trustworthy enough to leave, and Tony made sure to tell Loki how he believed that to be a long, long time. Loki seemed to not be bothered at all, and hadn’t really talked throughout the entire interaction. His brother kind of took the lead and spoke out for him. 

The next week, you didn’t see Loki much around the compound. He seemed to be brooding in his room or something like that. You shrugged and just thought he might be taking his time to get comfortable. 

I mean, he did try to kill a lot of people in this compound. It's got to be awkward to just run into them in the same compound now that he lives with them, You thought, walking into the kitchen. Your wings flexed in surprise when you saw Loki in the kitchen. He looked up when you walked in and he looked like he was going to leave once he was aware of your presence, but you stopped him.

“You don’t have to leave, you know? We both live here and this kitchen is big enough for the two of us,” You said. 

His face didn’t betray what he was thinking, but he didn’t make another move to leave. You got out some ingredients to make a sandwich for yourself and looked over to Loki, who was looking through the cabinet. 

“So… you’re like… a god?” You asked him the question you’d been thinking the whole time since he moved in. 

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. The look on your face told him you were being serious. 

“Yes,” He responded bluntly. You raised both of your eyebrows in your surprise that you got a verbal answer. 

You hummed, going back to making your sandwich. Loki didn’t seem to find anything he wanted in the cabinet and made his way to leave the kitchen. “See ya, Loki!” You said as he exited. 

The next few weeks went the same way, you running into Loki and initiating conversation with him, trying to get to know things about him. He was very blunt, his answers short. Sometimes he didn’t even answer and the conversations were very one sided but you still didn’t give up trying to get to know him. You knew that because Thor was still taking care of things on Asgard and coming back and forth, he didn’t really have time to check on how Loki was but for a few minutes. And the other avengers made no attempt to socialize with the god. So you decided to. You weren’t sure if they knew you were talking to him all the time, but if they did none of them made an attempt to stop you. They knew you were trusting, but they also knew you weren’t dumb, so they trusted you. 

One day, you caught Thor when he was visiting the compound and asked him what Loki’s favorite earth food was, or if he could bring him some food from Asgard. Thor was surprised a teenager was concerned about Loki, but thanked you for thinking about him. He told you about an Asgard dish that could easily be made with Earth food and you thanked him, going to the kitchen and started making it. When you were done with it, you went to Loki’s room and knocked on his door. It took a minute before he opened it, but he was surprised to see you when he did open it. 

“Hi! I noticed you didn’t seem interested in any of the snacks in the cabinet and haven’t really eaten any good meals since you got here, so I made you something. Thor said it was similar to an Asgardian dish. I’m… not sure exactly which one. It was pronounced weird. But I hope you enjoy it!” You said, handing it to him. He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just looked at the dish and then back up at you. 

“Anyway, I hope you have a good day, Loki!” You told him, walking back to clean up your mess in the kitchen. 

Loki stood there with the door open, looking at the dish. His thoughts were jumbled and he couldn’t figure you out. What could you possibly want from him that would make you try so hard to get on his good side? He appreciated the gesture, but he didn’t trust that it was just out of the kindness of your heart.

Later that week, you were hanging out with a majority of the avengers in a lounge room, TV on in the background, but you all were mostly just talking. 

The topic of Loki got brought up quickly. They started talking about still not being able to trust him and how awkward it is he lives at the compound now. Usually you wouldn't say anything because you didn’t feel like it's your place but you just had to this time. 

“Well maybe, if you guys even tried to talk to Loki, you would know he’s not a terrible person,” You defended. 

Bruce laughed, “Are we talking about the same man that mind controlled Clint and made me go all hulk mode on everyone?” 

Clint agreed. 

“Jesus,” You stood up, wings ruffled in anger.

“[Y/n], why are you getting so defensive?” Sam asked. 

You turned around and gave him an annoyed look. “Because you all are sitting here, saying Loki could never be anything but a villain, but won’t stop treating him like he is!” You threw your hands up in defeat. Walking a bit to the right before turning back to them. “Like, how is he supposed to prove to you guys he’s good when you won’t even give him the time of day! I’m not saying to go in trusting him 100%, I know he did bad things in his past. But haven’t we all? Isn’t there some part of our past we wish we could go back and erase because it was a mistake?” You looked to Natasha especially while saying this. 

“[Y/n], I understand what you’re trying to say, but it’s incredibly naive of you to trust Loki, and to compare what he did to any of us,” Clint responded. You looked at him, confused and hurt. Looking to the other people sitting in the room, they agreed, nodding their heads. Your eyes started tearing up. 

“If I’m too ‘young’ and ‘naive’ to understand these things then why am I even an avenger? You can’t sit here and constantly bring up my age and lack of experience when I try to say things just because you don’t think I’m right! If Loki’s villainy in the past never affected you guys personally you wouldn’t be sitting here holding this, what? 5 year grudge against him!?” You felt a few tears fall down your face and you brushed them away, almost angry that they decided to fall when you were trying to talk to your comrades. You were trying to tell them that you don’t want to be treated like a kid, but here you were crying like one. 

“[Y/n]...” Sam started, getting up when he saw you were crying. You shook your head, turning away from them and running back to your room. You collapsed onto your bed and let out a few sobs. 

You weren’t necessarily crying because the avengers didn’t accept Loki. It upset you, but that wasn’t why you were crying. You were crying because this wasn’t the first time they have brought up your age to belittle your opinion or said you were not experienced enough to have an opinion on something. You were sick of them treating you like that when you’d been a part of the avengers for almost 2 years. You jumped slightly when you heard a knock at your door. You thought it was Sam coming to talk to you, but you didn’t want to speak to him.

“Go away, Sam,” You yelled. 

“It’s Loki,” You heard his voice from the other side of the door. Your eyes widened in surprise and jumped up off the bed. Walking to open the door. You tried to make it look like you weren’t crying, but when you opened the door he could see the redness and puffiness around your eyes. 

“Is… something wrong?” You asked, having no idea why Loki would come talk to you of his own accord. 

“Can we talk?” He asked. You nodded and led him into your room. He looked around for a second, taking in your room before you sat on the bed and invited him to do the same. You sat more towards the middle of the bed, crossing your feet in towards you. Loki sat near the edge, barley making an indent in the covers. It was probably as awkward for him as it was for you. 

“Listen, I’m sorry if I’ve been annoying you the past few weeks. I’ve been trying to make you feel welcome here but I know it's been a lot. No one really wants a teenager all up in their business. So… I’m sorry,” You started, looking up at him.  

Now, you were usually good at reading people, however, ever since Loki moved into the compound, you could never read his face. Even now, you looked at his face and couldn’t see a single expression that revealed what he was thinking.

“I don’t understand you. Why are you so nice to me? And why would you go against your teammates to defend me? What exactly does that accomplish you?” You sigh a little as you realize he overheard you talking to the group of people out there.

“I don’t really have a reason to be nice besides wanting to make you feel welcome. I know what it’s like to feel… out of place.” You gesture to the wings on your back and the horns on your head. “Ever since this happened, the avengers are the only people that seem to accept me as the way I am. And I believe everyone deserves to have that. Even if the avengers don’t end up being that for you, I hope you do find it.” You explain. “I trust that you have good in you. Being mischievous doesn’t mean being evil,” You smile at him.

For the first time since Loki moved in with the avengers, he smiled. Even if it was a small smile, it was genuine. He nodded and got up, on his way to leave. Before he did leave though, he turned around and revealed he was never truly annoyed by you and enjoyed the talks you had. 

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thank u, next (ft. loki) - part two

Warnings: angst, swearing, jealousy, mentions of sex, violence

Word count: 5.7k

Summary: A mission goes wrong, leaving you stranded with the two men who despise each other, competing for your attention.

Or: In which Steve breaks up with Sharon after realizing how much he loves you, only to be put on hold while you spend time with Loki.

Tony kept glancing at you, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to figure out what kind of mind manipulation Loki had hexed you with. Natasha was torn between proud and shock. Clint had been positive it was a prank on his behalf until he had learned it was true, the archer studying you, wondering if you were under Loki's influence. And Bruce—well, he still couldn't get over the shock to actually word his opinion.

Steve, on the other hand, wasted no time blaming Loki, accusing him of using his magic to manipulate you into bed. When Thor has came back with news that Loki hadn't—with Heimdell being all knowing and watching—it had made Steve go to Fury, who had shown emotion on his face other than boredom and disappointment. Yet the surprise wore off and the director found it not relevant as the issue had not broken one of the rules Loki had agreed to.

The super soldier had hit the gym in a hurry, pounding the sandbag, probably wishing it was Loki. And Thor, like everyone else, it took him time to process it but unlike everyone, he barely gave it a thought. With word from Heimdell, knowing that his brother wasn't planning anything to harm you or the others, he was at peace with the situation as long as it was two consenting adults.

As you sat in the conference room, waiting for Steve and Loki to show up for the meeting, you wondered why he thought it was okay to overreact to something so...normal. People have sex, he must've known that you weren't any different. And unfortunately, Fury has picked the same day to spring a mission on the team, forcing all of you into a room, not caring about the act you committed with Loki.

Loki came in first, dressed in his usual black color, a suit almost identical to the one he wore the day before. Even from across the room, you could easily spot the hickeys he kept, a bunch peeking out from under the suit. It had given you a sense of pride and embarrassment, going down on the God of Mischief.

He caught your eye, the corner of his lips turned up, twitching without their permission. Loki wouldn't admit it out loud but he liked you to the point of sacrificing everyone in the room to save the one decent person who hadn't judge him. Everyone had turned to look at him, following his every move whilst he moved to the empty seat besides you.

The one that everyone knew was Steve's. Yet, no one said a word, secretly enjoying the show.

"Greetings," he said curtly, nodding once to everyone with an expressionless face. They all nodded back to him, Tony covering the smile that was trying to force itself on his face. Loki turned to you, sitting down in Steve seat as he gave you a smirk, amused by your attempt to cover up his marks. "Hello, angel."

The nickname alone wanted to make you want to ditch the meeting for a dick appointment with the Asgardian, the name slipping from his tongue. The same name he had whispered into you ear as he thrusted into you. Instead, you gave him a small smile, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together. "Hey."

Loki noticed the motion, his smirk widening. Pulling the chair closer to your own, his arm leaning up against yours. Leaning in, he put his lips to your ears, ignoring everyone's stares, including his brother's. "Your attempt to cover my hard work is very amusing, love."

"Loki..." you warned, using the same tone you had last night when he teased you too far, wishing for release. There was a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "Shut up, not everyone has magic."

"All you have to do is ask, although I prefer to see them on your skin." Loki whispered, not caring how many people team members had subconsciously leaned in, straining to hear what the raven-haired God had to say.

Before you could answer, the door opened, Steve and Fury entering. The super soldier had an exhausted look on his face while Fury kept his emotionless facade up. Steve started walking towards his seat, so distracted by the uncovered hickeys on your neck to notice it had been taken. The blond did a double take, seeing Loki in his chair. If it wasn't for the barely contained anger in his eyes, you would've bursted out laughing at his comical expression.

The team stayed quiet, their eyes glued on the silent war between the two men. Loki nonchalantly looked up, his lips brushing against your hair as he pulled away, smirking at Steve. The silence was broken by Fury's tired sigh.

"Well, hello, Captain." Loki sneered, not having any intention of getting up. Steve's eyes stormed with anger, a tick away from letting loose. The God of Mischief pointed to the chair across from you, the one next to Tony, giving the super soldier a pointed look. "You should take your seat."

Tony muffled a snort at Steve's scowl, yet America's Sweetheart didn't move a muscle, glaring at Loki. Fury rolled his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Rogers, take a seat next to Stark. Loki, stop being an asshole. Back to business."

Steve followed Fury's order, sitting down besides Tony, his angry expression turning blank, waiting for whatever Fury had to say. Yet, his eyes still looked murderous, often glancing at the lack of space between you and Loki. Tony didn't hide his amusement, biting back a laugh, and trying to focus on whatever Fury was saying while the rest of the team kept looking at Steve, expecting him to reach across the table and punch Loki back to Asgard.

"While you agents were partying, drinking all your problems away, SHIELD got a tip from an undercover agent." Fury started, sliding your folders across the table, giving you something to look at other than the tension between Steve and Loki. You opened the folder to find pictures of blood-covered bodies. "Normally, we wouldn't bring the Avengers into a mafia-related crimes but this one's different.

"The Chinese Mafia is after a USB flash drive, one that we suspect, contains secrets that could bring down the American government. Emphasis on could; SHIELD isn't that well informed on what exactly the flash drive holds." Fury continued. Looking at you, he called your name. "Along with Rogers and Laufeyson. I'm assigning the three of you on the mission. You'll get the mission details as soon as Agent Hill gets here. The rest of you are irrelevant. Everyone go away now."

He left the room before anyone could even move a muscle. The team glanced between Loki and Steve, trying to figure out what they felt. It was clear neither of them were too happy about going on a mission together but the photographs of dead bodies made them bury their resentment down, for the sake of the government and all, but mostly for your sake.

Tony cleared his throat, trying not to burst out laughing. "So, Cap—"

Steve called out your name, standing up from his seat. "Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone? It's urgent."

"Yeah, sure." you said, following him out the door without looking back at the rest. You didn't notice the way Loki oozed with madness, his eyes deadly. Steve led you away from the view of room, stopping in the middle of a private hallway. It was secluded enough, yet Steve kept fidgeting like someone was listening. "Steve, I know you aren't particularly fond of Loki but he's a good—"

"I broke up with Sharon." Steve blurted. You stopped talking, your mouth open from your earlier words. The blond ran a hand through his hair. "I broke up with her last night, just before the party started ... before you walked in with Loki."

"That's not what it looked like."

"I was trying to be her friend, just like I'm trying to be yours." Steve explained, almost begging. "I never got the chance to apologize for hurting you. When you came back from Asgard, it had been too long for me to even mention it without it being awkward. So, I didn't. I wanted to but you didn't want to spend time with me anymore. And that's my fault, I'm not blaming you for being hurt. I understand what I did was so selfish, and wrong. It was wrong and if I could go back in time, I would've never done it."

You closed your gaping mouth, a little surprised by the apology. Rocking back on your heels, you awkwardly looked everywhere but at him. "Okay, um, thanks?"

Dejected, Steve nodded, his head hanging from the lack of sympathy in your voice. "Yeah. I wanted you to know. That's what I was coming to tell you this morning, but instead found you in bed with .... him."

"Uh," it was all you could say. Clueless of how to respond, you started to back away slowly, like there was a bear coming towards you. "Okay. So ... I'm gonna go. Get prepared for the mission or whatever. I'll see you later."

Before he could utter another word, you walked away,  feeling completely numb by the news. There was a part of you that wanted to forgive him, another part was feeling satisfied for his pain, and the last was confused. If he had been telling the truth—breaking up with Sharon before the party—then why hadn't he told you or apologized when he came to talk to you? It made you question whether he was just jealous or genuinely sorry for hurting you.

You weren't ready to forgive him yet, not after he made you doubt your self worth. Thor had made you feel better when you had came to him, showering you with golden gifts, shoes, and brotherly love. Despite popular belief, Loki wasn't that much different than his brother. Yes, he wasn't a people person, but he was gruffer, rougher, meaner...sexier. He knew what it was like to feel unwanted, feeling the need to show how powerful he was. If you had been in his situation—and you practically almost were if it hadn't been for Natasha—you would've taken the same road he had.

Speak of the devil, you bumped right into him, his chest only covered by a black silk sweater. With all the heavy thinking you hadn't realized you had walked back to your room. Gathering your thoughts, you looked up at his blue eyes. "Shit, sorry."

"Are you well, angel?" Loki asked, genuinely concerned. He had heard every word Steve had said, and to Loki's dismay, they had all been true. Loki hated Steve as much as Steve hated him, Steve had a reason and so did the God of Lies. The main reason? You.

You nodded, seeing how your room was messy. Books and blankets were on the ground, a broken glass scattered on the floor near your bedside table, a lamp covered in feathers, and last night's clothes strewn around the room. "I'm fine. But my room isn't, holy fuck."

With a wave of his hand, Loki cleared the room, the disastrous mess cleaned up before your eyes. He gave you a smile. "There. Director Cyclops wanted me to inform you and Sleeping Beauty that Maria Hill is in the building. She's ready if we are."

"Great. One thing before we step out this room: be nice."

"I'll try."

—

The mission was far easier than you originally thought. It was less than 24 hours, meaning you wouldn't be trapped in a designated safe house with them, or would you be in any kind of trouble. Just like Fury had said, it was an extract mission. Get the flash drive, get out.

Unfortunately, we'd be forced to go to a gala, one of those unnecessarily fancy parties where the champagne was watered down and the men showed how powerful they were with girls clinging onto their arm. It was a pre-kidnapped Tony Stark kind of party. Thankfully, you had more than a few practice with walking in heels.

The two men were able to put their hatred aside to focus on the job, Loki's magic still restrained even with the urgency of the mission. Maria Hill had filled you in, giving you all the details, the layout of the building, and all the places they suspected the drive to be. The plan was to fly to Hong Kong, get dressed for the party in the Quinjet, attend the gala long enough to find Zhang Wei, and run with the USB flash drive. Simple enough.

The flight from New York to Hong Kong was tiring, even with the eight hour slumber you had, finding yourself in Loki's arms once again. Fortunately, Steve hadn't seen you with Thor's brother, knocking this time and finding you alone, reading the mission file for the millionth time. He had smiled, probably happy he didn't see Loki in your room. That smile didn't last, dropping as soon as he stepped in the Quinjet, greeted Loki and saw the quick smile you sent the raven-haired God. It tugged on his heartstrings; you used to smile at him like that.

At least they kept their snide comments to themselves, only sending the other a glare when you weren't looking. As soon as you looked up, a slightly perplexed expression would come on their face, like they were trying to think of a word that rhymes with orange. Yet, you didn't dare question it, leaving the topic alone and quietly stewing in the testosterone-filled aircraft.

When the Quinjet finally reached Hong Kong, you had already changed into your formal wear. Loki didn't have to move to change his clothes; instead he used his magic, making him look presentable in a blink of an eye. Steve had frowned on that, but decided to let it go considering he had a lot to make up to you. Getting into a fight with your ... whatever Loki was, would not be a great start.

Getting ready for the party had been easy, the dress fit you just right, your hair being in the mood to cooperate, and even your makeup was flawless. The reaction from Steve and Loki certainly didn't help your ego, their comical reactions to your beauty had been amusing and slightly embarrassing.

Steve's mouth has hung open, his jaw unwilling to close while he stared at you. "Wow. Y-you look gorgeous. Wow."

"Truly breathtaking, love." Loki added, licking his lips in appreciation. If there was one thing both he and Steve could agree on, was the way you always turned heads. If anything, Loki wanted to make you his goddess—he just didn't want to admit it to himself just yet.

And since you were too emotionally invested, you took the easy way out and rolled your eyes. Dressed in their tuxes, they looked like they stepped out of a Hugo Boss ad. "Thanks. You guys clean up well."

Steve was too busy admiring you to notice Loki pull out a diamond encrusted ring, not exactly a engagement ring from Jared but one of those rings you get with friends during a drunken girl's night out. Loki stepped up to you, bringing your right hand, placing the ring on your index finger.

"The ring ... goes well with your dress." Loki explained, watching you stare at the ring he had placed. Steve's wonderment has turned sour, a little sad by the gesture. "It was my mother's."

"Loki," you gasped softly, knowing the how special their relationship had been. Thor had explained how Loki spent most his childhood with Frigga, spending his time learning magic, being a mama's boy. With Frigga dead, Loki must've felt some resentment to those dark elves that had been responsible for her death. "I can't— I can't take this."

Loki shrugged, brushing away a stray hair on your cheek. "Yes, you can. You will. It looks beautiful on you. Don't you agree, Captain?"

To be completely honest, Loki had forgotten Steve had existed until his heart faltered at the mention of Frigga. Steve didn't like the way the ring looked like it belonged on you, almost like it had been made specially for you. He nodded, agreeing with Loki once again. "Looks beautiful."

Before it could get any more awkward or embarrassing, an alarm had sounded, the noise saying you from any further feels. All three of you moved to the front, seeing how you hovered a few feet off the landing spot assigned for the Quinjet. With the many SHIELD headquarters, it wasn't a surprise they had in Tokyo just as modernly technical like the one in New York.

The limo ride that took you to the party was tense. Maybe it was the mission that was about to go down, or that awkward moment in the Quinjet. The navy blue, floor-length dress was silky, the fabric soft against your skin. The one-inch straps that came together at the back of your neck accentuated your cleavage, brining them to look bigger than they were. It clung to your curves, but not tight like the dress you had worn the yesterday. This one was far more elegant.

Wrapped in your thoughts, you hadn't noticed when the limo had stopped, the crowded building to your right. The doors opened, both Steve and Loki reaching out a hand to help you out of the limo. Taking them both, you snaked an arm around both of theirs, letting others know you had two dates. You thought the red carpet leading to the entrance was a bit much, even for the Chinese mafia.

Two suited men opened the double glass doors, revealing the fancy gala. Dangerous men and mafia families filled the large room, eyes flickering to your entrance, widening when they realized who had entered. They knew your dates, but SHIELD had made sure to keep your place on the team a secret for missions like this one. No criminal would trust an Avenger, but they might be dumb—or arrogant—enough to be manipulated by a "mole" in SHIELD.

The talking stopped briefly, only to turn to hushed murmurs before they continued as they had before. Both Steve and Loki turned down the campaign, not trusting whatever was put in the liquid. Looking around the room, there was nothing out of the ordinary, well, for a party held by a mafia of course.

"Should we proceed as planned?" Loki confirmed, surveying the room as he tried to find his own target. He locked eyes with the man he needed to distract while Steve and you would sneak away and find Zhang Wei and the flash drive.

Steve nodded, slyly touching his earpiece hidden by his growing hair. You had no idea how Tony convinced him how to grow it out but you were going to thank him later. "Yes. Keep in contact and check in every ten minutes. Be careful."

Loki nodded, heading off to his target but not before giving you a reassuring smile, tiny enough for no one else to notice but it was enough to ease your worries. Yes, he's an all-powerful god but that didn't mean he couldn't die.

Turning to Steve, you smiled at him, almost naughtily. Eyes twinkling with evilness, you hold out your free hand, challenging him with your eyebrows. "Would you like to dance, Stevie?"

You've never seen so much fear in someone's eyes come in such a short time. Steve's contained so much fear you were worried he was going to combust. "Um, I d-don't really know how."

"Why, that's a shame, Captain." a man behind you said. Turning around, you found yourself only a foot away from the mafia leader himself, Zhang Wei. Steve's jaw clenched at the unprepared confrontation. Zhang turned to you, holding his unnaturally thin hand out. You could see the bones through the thin skin, shivering at the sight. "Would you like to dance, darling?"

Taking the opportunity, you nodded, taking his hand, hoping Steve would get the hint to not look so stiff. "I would love to."

Zhang took you to the almost empty dance floor, the music starting as soon as his foot hit the designated area. Smiling maliciously, he tugged on your waist, pulling you close for a proper dance. "You look beautiful, my dear. I'm certain your date is jealous I stole you away."

"He doesn't mind." you answered, returning the smile. Glancing at Steve, you saw him glaring at the back of Zhang's head, burning a hole. "Steve is rather hesitant when it comes to dancing, so, I'm sure he doesn't mind you helping a lady out."

The mafia leader's smiled widened. His eyes briefly landed on Loki, narrowing slightly at the way he interacted with his second in command. You took the brief amount of time to inspect him, noticing how much thinner he looked. With eye bags under his eyes, bones peeking through his hands, and the way his footsteps faltered ever so slightly made you realize he isn't going to be hard to take down. He may be the big bad criminal but from the looks of it, he was dying.

Zhang Wei nodded. "You look familiar. Have I seen you before?"

"I'm an escort. You may or may not have seen me on a bunch of powerful men's arms." you lied, flashing him your most charming smile. Zhang raised an eyebrow, gesturing towards Steve with a tilt of his head. "Steve's the same, poor baby was too shy to ask anyone to be his date."

"Didn't think Captain America would have such a hard time finding a date." Zhang mumbled aloud. He kept the false smile on his face. "If the time came, would you tell me your name, in case I can't find myself a date?"

"Tatia Sinclair." you lied, twirling in his arms.

The mafia leader nodded. The dance floor had filled up, nearly overcrowding. It took you a second to find Steve with all the bodies in the way. Zhang cleared his throat. "What a lovely name. Tatia, darling, would you accompany me to my study? I have to fetch something special of mine and would like you pleasant company."

Steve snarled your name through the earpiece, Loki's growl following along. Again, the super soldier and the god agreed. Steve murmured your name. "Don't."

Ignoring his order—and unnecessary concern—you grinned, taking Zhang outstretched arm. "I would love to."

He led you to the elegant stairs while you discreetly turned off your earpiece, no longer wanting to hear Steve's overprotective ass grumbling about sticking to the plan. If he had checked his folder, he would've seen you were sticking to the plan, just not the way he wanted.

The walk to his office was a slow one, considering how sick the mafia leader was, you weren't surprised when he was out of breath just from climbing the stairs. You didn't comment, instead helping him out and pointing out random things a dumb escort would say. Your personal plan was to make this guy underestimate you, and with the way he was looking at you, he was convinced you were just a body with no brains.

He opened the door to his mahogany office, the room was just as elegant as the party below, oozing power and money. Zhang went to his desk, opening his cabinet. From where he left you, you couldn't see what considering how he held it in his hand without opening his palm. A knock at the door stopped you from asking.

Surprisingly his right hand man came in, the one Loki was supposed to be distracting, at least long enough for us to figure out where the flash drive was. And guessing from the amount of evidence, you were guessing the flash drive was in the mafia leader's hand. He glanced at you, tilting his head at Zhang before speaking.

They talked in Chinese--surprise, surprise--a bit fast for you to fully decipher but the gist of the conversation had been finding a safe, more guarded location for the drive considering both Steve Rogers and Loki Laufeyson were in the building, just a floor below them. The two men paid you no attention as you tried to look clueless, bored, and in all, dumb. In their eyes, you were just checking out the room when actually you had been trying to find more dirt. If it wasn't the drive in his hand, it had to be close by.

"Tatia." Zhang called out, using the fake name you had given him. You turned around, a little glass globe in your hand. You raised an eyebrow, twirling the little sphere. "Would you excuse me? I have some rather pressing issues that need to be dealt with."

And once again, the door opened before you could answer the question. This time, at the door stood Steve and Loki, a man laying on the floor between the two. From the way both their suits were a little ruffled, they had enough waiting and decided to take action. A few appeared out of knowhere, tacking the two but you were left alone to deal with the men in the room. Zhang reached under his desk, where you had discreetly took the hidden gun while they had been talking.

Zhang's second in command quickly pointed his loaded gun at you, and you at him, your eyes reflecting the same emotion: hate. The man spoke to Zhang, keeping his gun steady while Zhang tried to get away. Even for a dying man, he moved fast, leaving you the choice of shooting his second in command in the knee. He cried out, firing his gun out of anguish but you were faster, quickly following Zhang, leaving a big group of men to fight Loki and Steve. They would be able to handle it.

Running in heels was always an annoyance to you, considering how unnecessary they were on missions. They looked hot but the fact that you were forced to wear them was a little sexist. You'd have to talk with Fury about that.

The halls were lit up with chanderliers dangling from the ceiling, all of them shining brightly. For someone who had been limping out of the room, he had been fast, or was hiding but the fact was that you lost him. You could still hear the grunts from where Loki and Steve were punching the fuck out of those mafia men.

You slowed, looking at the painting-decorated walls in search of some kind of secret door, maybe a fake wall. It sounded ridiculous but at the compound, Tony had a bunch of hiding spots, a few you knew and others you didn't. It was infuriating.

The hallway must've lasted forever, and you were convinced he had vanished into thin air. Then you spotted a cracked door, it was enough to be left opened on accident, but that didn't mean it was. With caution, you walked slowly, holding your gun in front of you. With your foot, you cracked the door open, entering a room of complete darkness. From what you could tell, there were no windows, and most likely a fake safe room.

Still, you flipped the light switch on, the room lighting up with it's obnoxiously bright white paint reflecting even brighter with the light. Scanning the room, you noticed how it smelled slightly sweet, the sweetness making you slightly dizzy. You shook your head, trying to find something wrong, like a hidden wall, or maybe another escape route from inside the room.

It didn't take long for you to realize the sweet scent was toxic, the side effect making you dizzier, the room spinning under your feet. As soon as you grasped the wall for support, Zhang came from the wall beside you, the little door opening to reveal the mafia leader holding his own gun, the flash drive in his hand as he taunted you with it.

He laughed at your weakened state, aiming his gun at your heart. It triggered your fight or flight and even with the side effect, you decided to fight. He was weaker than you, slower, his aged brain not processing you running at him. His gun dropped on the ground, along with the USB drive as your hand wrapped around his neck, pushing him against the wall with all your remaining strength.

Zhang had to been immune to the fast-acting toxin while you crumbled, unable to hold your body with the dizziness and fatigue bringing you down. Taking the upper hand, he knocked you over, his fist colliding with your jaw. You grunted, pouncing for the gun and flash drive, hiding the latter in your bra while the mafia leader shook his hand in pain.

Just as you had wrapped your fingers around the barrel of the gun, you heard the gunshot, and felt it hit your shoulder. Your hand was useless, your body way too weak from the toxins to defend yourself against the man, at this point just hoping they would find the flash drive in your bra when they autopsied you.

Another bullet was fired, and this one right on your arm, the pain numb. Maybe this was the way you were going to die, but at least it wasn't painful. That was the best you could've hoped for. And then another bullet was fired, but you didn't feel it, the fire inside you too hot for you to even register the pain. You laid on the ground, eyes drifting close. Zhang dropped dead a couple of feet next to you, his head bleeding out.

Your vision had already blackened when you felt Steve knelt down to you, pulling you into his arms. You were unconscious by the the time you figured out Steve had killed.

—

You woke up to the sound of the irritating beat of your heart of the monitor, and heavy breathing. Despite the very difficult task, you opened your eyes, instantly regretting it when you were met with a blinding light. Thankfully, it went away, revealing where you were in the Medbay, laying on the stiff bed with needles pierced into your skin.

Steve got up from his seat beside you, instantly hovering over you with a worried look on his face. If you hadn't felt like shit, you would've thought his face was permanently like that. "Hey, hey. Are you okay? How do you feel?"

"Am I in hell?"

He let out a strained chuckle, taking your hand with the both of his. His furrowed eyebrows remained furrowed, his forehead filled with crinkles. "Sweetheart? How do you feel? Are you in pain? Do you need anything?"

"Holy fuck, you're spitting in my face. Steve, I feel like shit but I promise I'm fine. Come on, don't you don't have to worry so much." you replied, wishing you could do something other than lie in pain.

"You're fine? I watched you get shot, held you in my arms while you bled out in front of me. If it wasn't for Loki, you'd be dead. Don't you understand how not fine that is? What the hell were you thinking?" Steve raged, letting go of your hand to pace around the room. Judging from the lack of sunlight coming from the windows, it was nighttime, the whole compound barely lit.

"Did you find the drive? I had it—"

"Are you actually worrying about the flash drive when you almost died? Do you not care whether or not you live?" Steve blurted, throwing his hands up in the air, clearly frustrated with how the conversation was going.

"Where's Loki?" you whispered, your eyes slowly closing. You fought to keep them open, hoping for an answer and wishing you could postpone this argument with Steve until morning when you finally could argue back.

Steve calmed down, appreciating the God of Mischief a lot more when he saved your life. "He's filling out Fury on the whole situation. And we found the flash drive, which made Fury gleam with glee."

"Good." you yawned, letting your eyes close knowing Loki was safe and found the flash drive. Steve whispered something but you were already too far gone, falling asleep as soon as your eyes closed.

Loki came into the room a few minutes after you fell asleep, stepping up next to Steve who had been staring your sleeping form. The raven-haired God pulled up a chair, his eyes never leaving your face. "How is she?"

"More worried about the aftermath of the mission more than herself." Steve answered, his voice wavering for a second at the thought of losing you. The super soldier turned to Loki. "Thank you for going against the rules and using your magic to save her. I think it's safe to say you won't get into any trouble, especially with her fighting Tony about it."

Loki shrugged, waving away the compliment. "You would've done the same if you could've."

A beat of silence passed before Steve spoke again, more determined than ever to win back your trust. "I like her, you know?"

"I care for her, too." Loki replied. "And I know that you care for her but don't you understand that I'm far better for her than you ever will? You hurt her. You broke her trust. I may only know her for a few days but I know breaking trust is important to her. To earn it back—"

"Would almost be impossible." Steve finished, his eyes dropping to the bed. "But I have to try. I really like her."

"As do I. And I'm not giving up."

"Neither will I."

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Lady of mischief- Part four

Pairing: Loki x Greek!goddess f!reader

Summary: Asgard is having a change of power so there are several events Loki has to get right before he can announce victory against his brother as the next king. But one lady’s approval will change the whole outcome if the stakes are right. That lady is you, intended heir to the throne of Olympus but tied down to a marriage of convenience with one of the princes of Asgard. The prince you choose to marry will be the next king but you refuse to let yourself be a pawn in this game for power. Loki, with his intentions to take you as his queen has far greater reason to marry you than just for the reason of being king. You however, would rather cut off your left arm than exposing yourself for the fact that there’s another purpose besides Loki getting a throne to sit on.

The palace halls were crowded with workers and even aristocrats from far away staying in the palace’s guest areas. People from high ranking families and servants alike came our from their rooms. The chatting wasn’t quiet enough for you not to hear but the context was obvious. Everyone wondered why Asgard was suddenly shaking, why the ground beneath their feat suddenly became an object of death instead of the concrete safety it’s always been. The poor Asgardians had probably never experienced an earthquake before. Or a god loosing their cool and taking it out on the nature either.

Despite people making the halls hard to get past, everyone stepped aside for the prowling embodiment of fury: you, on your way to confront the man who started the nightmare.

You truly tried to make the waking earthquake to stop. It wasn’t at full force yet since you were still somewhat grounded. But every time you would try to strap the source of its boiling anger, a maid you walked past would mention prince Loki’s wellbeing and the emotions would burst off the lid again.

And you knew that you’d never make this decision in a calm collected state. After all, this was what he wanted. You’d play into his hands if you didn’t act careful.

You pounded on the wooden door and secretly hoped it would break a hole from the impact. The door stood unaffected.

“What’s the matter?” The mumble was faint and came after a brief paus.

You gave the door one last punch and regretted it immediately. How would confronting him affect the earthquake? We’re you being selfish for potentially putting the Asgardians in danger?

You were just about to turn around and leave but the door swung open with a stale-eyed Loki at the other end.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing to my poor door?”

Couldn’t he at least act like he was surprised to see you? At least give you that much satisfaction?

You crossed your arms tightly above your chest and forced yourself to stare him right in the eyes. The thought of making him stand accountable for his actions was the only thing not making the shaking worse.

“Are you the reason behind me falling every 3 seconds? The waves are especially strong here, did you know that?” You actually didn’t know about that, which only showed just how little control you had over yourself.

“Would you care to elaborate exactly what was your plan tonight? Making me look like your pretty little pawn all dolled up in that dress or locking me up here, tied to your leash for all eternity?” You tried your best to hide the emotion in your words but ended up just spitting them through your teeth instead.

He looked genuinely clueless with his furrowed eyebrows. At least he gave you that. Wrong timing though. His hand traveled up the frame of the door as a way of stealing himself for the shaking. If you lost just a little more control, he’d either fall on his rear or right over you, taking you down with him.

You stood unaffected by the shaking, however.

“What are you talking about? Why would I want to lock you up?” He raised a pointed finger at you.

You had to scoff. How could he pretend not to know when it was so obvious?

“You going off earlier to whine to my uncle wasn’t you manipulating him into getting what you wanted?”

The finger fell slightly and he formed a faint ‘oh’ with his lips. But his expression was still curious. Was he offended?

“Yes but, what does that have to do with you being ‘locked up’?”

“You don’t know?” The shaking seemed to intensify and it caught you off guard.

“If you’ll enlighten me, I’ll answer that for you when I know what we are talking about”, he said as he almost fell forwards with a soft yelp. Your noses touched just as he got a hold of the doorframe, your cheeks brushing against each other as he slumped forwards in relief. It was only a second of him being so close but you felt frozen in the moment.

“And would you stop doing that?!” He motion at the ground and the shaking actually faltered. Not because he told you to stop, but because you weren’t furious anymore. The anger seemed to have vanquished and you were too caught up in his closeness to ask yourself why.

Finally Loki seemed to realize how close you actually were and pulled away. His hair tickled your neck just like they’d done earlier.

“I’m sorry for…” He tapped his nose and cheek with a soft hand. “I know you… that you, yeah.”

Find it disgusting? ‘Despise’ his touch? But you never really meant it, though. Back then he laughed it off but now it seemed like he took your words with him ever since. It kind of made your stomach twist in guilt. Or hunger. You couldn’t tell. When was the last time you’d eaten? Wine didn’t count, that much you knew.

“(Y/n)?”

Why were you here, again? Right.

“Right… Zeus banished me from entering Olympus.” You just said it bluntly because there was actually something else you’d rather said. You lacked the guts though.

“What? Why? Does my father know about this?” His eyes turned round as if it was really bad news for him. The reaction you’d expected was nothing like what you actually got.

“I don’t know about that. But I’m forced to stay with you and Thor until… Until I’ve made up my mind.” Your arms fell flat to your sides since you were no longer angry. Back was the collected you. But you couldn’t quite remember the events leading up to you calming down.

“Haven’t you made up your mind since long ago though? And that’s not for all eternity- wait nevermind, I get it.” His expression faltered to match yours and you started looking around. At the furniture, at the walls… Without the anger giving you strength, you could no longer look him in the eyes for too long.

Lastly you peeked beside his broad frame and into his room only to find it absolutely destroyed. Chairs and what you assumed must’ve been his working desk were broken into tiny pieces across the floor along with shattered porcelain figures of different sorts. The drapes were halfway ripped off the window and stuffing from the bedsheets were still visibly dusting the air.

Loki must have seen you noticing the mess because he let out a muffled sound and moved in front of your vision.

Now forced to look at him, you saw that his hair was tangled, clothes messily arranged and his chest rising and falling rather quickly. Was that redness in his eyes as well?

“Loki, are you okay? Have you been cr-“ He immediately cut you off with a dismissive arm and avoided looking at you. The tables had turned so quickly you still had trouble figuring out how to handle the situation.

“Of course not! Now it’s time for you to go. It’s bad for your highness’ skin to be awake for this long.”

‘Your highness’?

He was already midway at closing the door when your hand snaked between and caught it. You could see him getting ready to put distance between himself and the door through the small gap you had left.

“Is there something that- is everything alright?” You didn’t really know why you were now chasing his attention like that. Didn’t you want him to stay away from you? To avoid and feel nothing but hostility from you?

Loki only wasted one second to look at you before he sighed and untangled your fingers from his door. The skin-to-skin contact was warm. Not at all despicable as you’d told him. Damn your mouth sometimes.

“Yes. Everything’s just fine. Good night, my lady.” And so you were facing a closed door. You were thinking about knocking again but somehow knew that door wouldn’t open anytime soon. You’d heard of past experiences where the prince would lock himself up in his room for days just so nobody would see just a tad of vulnerability from him.

Had you just made the maid’s work harder? You thought about how you would have to apologize later if that was the case. Maybe apologize to the entire population of Asgard for causing the ground to shake while you were at it. If you were to stay here for all eternity, you might as well make some friends. Because it would most likely be forever. Either you were trapped refusing to marry one or the brothers or trapped by the crown that would be on your head if you did end up choosing one.

The walk back to your room was quick since it wasn’t too far from the prince’s. Henna greeted you at the door and brought you inside to discuss the matter that caused your outbreak.

“So prince Loki’s room was like a scene out of a war? I heard from the maids here that outbursts like that has only occurred a few times before but the prince would always cover it up with illusion magic immediately. He’d ignore it for as long as he could until sooner or later when the servants tripped over the mess and couldn’t see the reason for them bruising an arm or knee.”

He’d cover up the destruction? Why hadn’t he done it earlier? Maybe you caught him off guard mid-rampage. And so he was to distracted to conjure the spell.

Henna had been talking nonstop ever since you came back. She insisted on babying you tonight and currently brushing your hair before bed, she had all the time in the world to talk.

“Henna?” You stared into your own reflection in the mirror and found only tired eyes met you at the other end.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Do you know if it’s usual for the prince to cry?” Henna put down the brush and went to grab your nightgown with an almost skipping walk. Why were she in such a light mood tonight? Right. Everyone had a great time at the banquet, except for you and, you assumed, Loki as well. You should be asking Henna if she danced with some handsome youngster tonight instead of hearing about gossip about the second born prince. You should mind your business. Loki was fine, as he said.

But Loki is a known liar.

“No, I don’t think so? There would definitely have been servants talking about that if it ever happened since prince Loki isn’t very popular with the maids. Why do you ask?”

If that was the case, then you were probably just imagining it. His eyes could be red out of straining the veins in his face from destroying all that furniture too. And after all, prince Loki’s wellbeing wasn’t your concern.

But you couldn’t help but wonder why he suddenly started addressing you so formally just as he wanted to get away from you, since he never usually kept up the formalities in private.

(A/N: Hi! Don’t hesitate to comment on each chapter what you thought about it/if you liked it since that keeps me motivated to keep writing. Also reblog so my story reaches a wider audience, if you really liked it! Your support is much appreciated. Also let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for this series. Have a good day, lovelies!)

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