The mix of metal and wood. The sound of nature!
The experience of SIVGA Planar Driver Earphones: Nightingale
Those who are acquainted with SIVGA might recognize their preference for naming their headphones models after various birds,symbols of freedom and beauty.For instance,the golden oriole,luan (a mythical bird like the phoenix),and phoenix models,each features elegant wooden shells that harmoniously complement their natural,captivating sounds. Despite the company's earlier earbuds release focusing on wooden components,they did not attribute a bird's name to any of the earlier earbuds.That is,until the introduction of their thousand-yuan "Nightingale" planar headphones.This oversight highlights SIVGA's importance in "Nightingale".
Nightingale, which is often seen in literary works, is actually the Xingjiang song finch. It is characterized by its excellent singing skills, and it likes to sing at night. As an middle-aged person, I can only settle down and enjoy the music when it is quiet at night, which is quite matching with this headphones. Next, I will share my recent feelings, and let's take a look at the specific performance of this "singing elf":
As the flagship in-ear headphone product under the SIGVA brand,the packaging of "Nightingale" is exceptionally exquisite.The entire box is shrouded in a profound darkness,with a captivating,bright gold plaque that contrasts beautifully with the deliberately highlighted Chinese name below. Although there is no line drawing on the cover, this white-space approach instead gives people reverie.
In addition to the headphones,the packaging box also includes a dedicated storage box for the included earplug sleeves.I counted four pairs of silicone earplugs (each pair in large,medium,and small sizes, additionally, another pair is on the earphones, totally four pairs). As for the cable,it’s a kind of Japanese square-shaped silver-plated copper wire,with a 4.4mm plug.Given the excellent quality itself,there's no need to purchase an additional balanced upgrade cable.
This storage bag is worth talking about. It is made of rhombic patterned nylon, with a durable,hard and thick shell. It can protect the headphones from damage when placed in the backpack and being squeezed. The space inside is also very large. In short, I really like it.
The headphones feature a detachable 0.78 dual-pin design,making it convenient for future upgrades and cable replacements.The black paint-coated wire matches the earplugs nicely,while the plug handle is also reinforced with a spring,reducing the likelihood of bending.
This is also a classic design of the headphone cable of SIVGA. The cable is composed of 4 strands of 7 0.23mm diameter wire cores + 250D bulletproof silk, with an imported high-gloss soft PVC material on the surface. The cable is flexible and will not be easily tangled during daily use.
Let's take a closer look at the "Nightingale". The waterdrop-shaped earphone cavity is elegant and atmospheric.The front shell is crafted from an aluminum-magnesium alloy,while the rear cavity panel is made of precious wood that has been carefully selected and processed.Although the surface appears smooth after meticulous processing,the wood grain left behind by time varies from piece to piece. As the saying goes,birds choose the right tree to perch on,and the adoption of real wood backplates and the naming of the headphones are truly complementary.
The bright silver metal earphone shell is paired with dark-tone solid wood veneers, and the contrast of the bright and dark color differences is elegant and of high grade. Decorated on the ears, it not only has a soft and pleasant sound, but also can be a decorative embellishment when going out. The combination of different materials also puts a high demand on the manufacturer's workmanship. In this regard, SIGVA is always the master. Not only is the material selection exquisite, but the workmanship details are also very solid (the weight of one earphone is about 15 grams), making the entire earphone exude a remarkable sense of high-end. It is also very comfortable to wear, and it fits naturally with the auricle, without accidentally falling off, and there is no discomfort even after one wearing it for a long time.
Let’s take a close-up of the specific part, and you can see its fine workmanship. The alloy part is processed by 5-axis CNC, and after polishing and grinding process, it emits a metallic luster. What’s more, the wooden shell panel is made through traditional handcrafts such as painting and natural air-drying, giving a round and smooth shiny feeling.
Metal mesh detail on the sound guide tube: The inner cavity of the earphone has L and R labeled indicators for the left and right ears.The "Nightingale" accurately controls the size of the sound outlet and breathability,reducing cavity resonance while extending the life of the unit and delivering a purer sound.
In terms of hardware configuration, Nightingale is equipped with SIVGA’s self-developed 14.5mm planar unit of ultra-thin composite materials, which consists of a dual magnetic field matrix structure composed of two sets of high-performance rare earth neodymium iron boron magnets, and is equipped with built-in aluminum wires. It has the advantages of high sensitivity, uniform sound field distribution, and good transient response. Compared with ordinary single magnets, the efficiency is significantly improved. In addition, its impedance is 16 Ohms, sensitivity is 100dB, and the frequency response range is between 20Hz-40KHz.
Finally, let's talk about the subjective listening experience. As a kind of planar headphones, "Nightingale" is not easy to drive. For mobile phones, it is best to pair it with a portable headphone amplifier (forget about the "small tail adaptor" with average driving power). After I got "Nightingale", I partnered it with Qianlongsheng's MUB1 “big tail adaptor” and XD05 BAL. And I continued to condition it for about 50 hours in a row, and the sound that was slightly tight when I first put it in my ears became more stretched and loose. In addition, it also has a better performance in details, dynamics, separation and sense of envelopment.
Its low-frequency response is moderate,but by no means deficient.The control over elasticity and density is impressive,with good clarity.Compared to the captivating and stunning sound that comes from instant gratification,the "Nightingale" offers a more straightforward approach.Although it doesn't contain excessive seasoning,it's not bland,either.Instead,it's refreshing and enjoyable,particularly due to its rich atmospheric presence,akin to the mist hovering over a mountain peak,providing a strong sense of presence and immersion.
The details of the intermediate frequency part are quite rich, and the layering is also very obvious, with outstanding resolution performance. Its sound is delicate and bright, the sound bottom is pure, the imaging is clear, and it has a certain cohesion, without a loose and thin feeling. The human voice is penetrative and the separation between each instrument is good. When listening to Cai Qin's "Forgotten Times", the low humming and singing at the beginning, and the belting out later, every subtle change and sound detail can be accurately grasped. The unaccompanied singing part has a mellow and vicissitudes of voice, with a relaxed and natural hint of sadness. When listening to the female voice, although it lacks a hint of sweetness and agility, it does not simply seek sensory stimulation, but tries to restore the original taste of the voice. The advantage is that it is real and peaceful, and full of charm.
The high-frequency response of the "Nightingale" is transparent,clean,and smooth,without any harshness.The linearity is clear,and the resolution and positioning are excellent.The details are rich,with ample information and good extension.Although the resolution is strong,it is relaxed and not dry or harsh. In terms of sound field,the horizontal and vertical distribution is reasonable and tidy,with a wide opening and a strong sense of immersion.Overall,the sound of the "Nightingale" is delicate and soft,smooth and silky.The vocal expression is sincere and warm.The connection between the three frequency bands is relatively balanced.
Summary: As a new in-ear flagship of SIVGA, "Nightingale" has a relatively high access threshold, which requires you to have a good front end on hand and be patient to condition it for a longer period of time. Its appearance has a unique texture under the shape of metal and wood and a high appearance level under the fine workmanship and beautiful shape, but in terms of sound, it is not the type that makes people amazing at first listening. It feels plain at first, but after a deeper appreciation, it becomes aware of the charm, the more you look, the more beautiful it is, and the more you listen to, the more pleasant it is. In short, it is a planar in-ear earbuds with distinctive features, and it is very suitable for one listening in calmness.
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Make or Break (Loki Oneshot)
Summary: Loki and the reader are paired up for a mission to sneak into a newly discovered Hydra facility. If they are successful, S.H.I.E.L.D. may promote the reader to allow them on a larger variety of missions.
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Word Count: 6,831
Warnings/Disclaimers: Some cursing, violence, mentions of blood and injury
A/N: I lied on the word count when I posted the excerpt. I touched the text again trying to review for the millionth time.
Masterlist
Leaning back in your seat, you perused the tablet holding the mission information for the fourteenth time. It was supposed to be quick and simple, but it didn’t mean you should be any less prepared. Sneak into the newly discovered HYDRA base, download the data, extract the target and get back to headquarters in one piece. You’re only worry was who S.H.I.E.L.D. paired you with to complete this mission, the god who neglected to attend the briefing. You had worked with Black Widow and Hawkeye before, but that was it. You were a lower-level field agent whose clearance did not allow for you to go on the bigger missions with the other Avengers. No teaming up with super humans, gods or tech wizards for you. Or so you thought.
Your superiors thought it was a great idea for you to tag along with Loki this time. He had been a tentative Avenger for about five years now and was trusted enough to go on solo missions. Even though he could do this mission perfectly well on his own, you knew exactly why you were there. It was a test. You had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for a few years and were due for a promotion soon, but one you had to prove you were ready for. If everything went well, your ranking would be elevated and you’d be going on the higher priority missions. Loki had unwittingly become the key to success. The rumors were he was notoriously hard to work with, and if a person could successfully complete a mission with him, they were ready to be promoted. However, that rarely happened. Most of the agents Loki had been teamed with wound up either leaving for good or asking for a desk job, regardless of how successful they were.
You lowered the tablet as Loki strode with the grace and confidence of a panther onto the Quinjet. Instead of picking a seat, he came to a halt in front of you. Straining your neck, you kept your gaze up and locked with his. You may have been sitting but the man had no right being so tall. He was absolutely trying to intimidate you, to break you in that moment. You wondered if all the talk about him being difficult were true. Despite both of you working at S.H.I.E.L.D., you had only met in passing. You can’t exactly get a good read on someone’s personality when the only time you see them is at the other end of the hall. The most you two had ever done was a quick nod of acknowledgment before going back to work.
“Agent,” he finally spoke, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Loki,” you nodded like usual.
He took the seat across from you without breaking eye contact. You desperately wanted to return to your tablet. He was turning you into a nervous wreck, but you would not let him know that. Letting your stubbornness win, you kept up the staring contest that could have lasted an eternity. It was only when the Quinjet lifted off that he nodded back, a book appearing with a green shimmer in his hand to steal his attention away from you. Quietly letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you returned to the mission information.
The Quinjet touched down a ways from the HYDRA base in a forest clearing. For the sake of stealth, you had to go on foot for the rest. Reaching the edge of the forest, you and Loki scoped out the area containing what looked like an abandoned building. You knew better though. Your intel suggested there were a handful of basement levels where the HYDRA operatives were working. It also didn’t help that they had tiny, mostly well-concealed cameras around the building. That was the first hurdle.
Crouching in the grass behind the trees, you pulled open one of the pouches on your utility belt for the device you were going to need. Connecting it to the main wiring for the outside cameras would allow you to fake the feed so it would playback only recent footage, preventing their security from seeing you enter. All they could possibly notice is a slight flicker on their screens when the connection was made. With the device in hand and powered up, you looked to Loki. Surely he had seen these before working with the other agents. With a tilt of his head, motioned for you to keep quiet and close. He waved his hands over to two of you, a green mist shrouding you and tingling your face momentarily, and was on the move, stepping out into the clearing.
You tailed Loki as closely as possible without stepping on his heels. He had used some sort of invisibility charm to conceal you both, but you had no idea what kind of distance from him was allowed to keep it working. Reaching the building, you followed Loki around the perimeter until you found the mounted box that acted as the juncture for camera wirings. Running from the bottom of the box into the ground was the main wiring casing. You placed your device on the PVC casing and held it in place as it cut through the tube. When it finished, you pressed the button to lock it in place and waited for it to attach to the right wires, the device flashing green briefly when it finished. Thank the gods for Stark and his technology making things easier.
Locating a side door, Loki opened it a sliver to peer inside before ushering you to slide inside. Once you two were in, he gently pulled the door shut. Unsurprisingly, the area was like an empty warehouse and yet oddly clean. Had the building truly been abandoned, dust and cobwebs would have adorned the tall, industrial shelving and its contents. Slinking through the aisles, you managed to find the elevator with stairs nearby leading to the lower levels. You both silently agreed on the stairs.
Basement floor one was fairly sparse, but still held a few HYDRA agents on patrol. What you needed was probably down a couple of levels for security reasons. It was on the third basement level where things were getting more interesting. There still weren’t many people on this floor, but there was more variety. Men in officer uniforms and lab coats occupied these halls. Loki led the way under the subpar lighting for the next phase. You needed to find a terminal where you could plug in the flash-drive you were assigned and run the program for data extraction.
Spotting one near a large set of imposing doors, you tapped Loki’s arm to point him in the right direction. His reaction was somehow both predictable and surprising. He snapped his head around with an incredulous look on his face like how dare you touch him. Arching an eyebrow, you challenged him and pointed to the terminal console. A touch of tension rippled away from his shoulders as he huffed softly, leading you in the new direction. At the terminal, you inserted the drive and typed in the commands to run the program. As you waited for it to finish, you searched for information on the target’s location. All you had received in briefing and the mission files was the person’s name was Timothy Lawrence. Hopefully, that would be enough to find him in the database.
As you were scanning through anything that could be relevant, you were suddenly snatched away, shoved against the unforgiving metal wall and chest-to-chest with Loki. You were about to protest when you heard footsteps clopping in your direction. Making yourself as small as possible, you flattened yourself against the wall which allowed for Loki to bring himself closer. Although you were still invisible, it was only a visual trick. Sound or touch would shatter the illusion. A scientist and guard rounded the corner, not paying heed to the console, and passed through the doors next to it.
Relaxing slightly when the doors swished shut, you ducked under Loki’s arm to return to the console. You found a list of test subjects, and sifted through the test subject numbers until you stumbled on the one that was close.
Subject: 604
Initials: T.H.L.
Sex: Male
Age: 6
Location: 409
None of the other initials had fully matched the name you were given, so the chances this was the target were slightly more favorable. You closed out your search and the data extraction finished about thirty seconds later. Swiping and tucking the flash drive away safely, you nodded to Loki who immediately headed back to the stairs and brought you down to the fourth basement floor.
While creeping around the lower level to locate the correct room, dread gurgled in your stomach. You had heard of HYDRA’s child experiments, but actually being in its presence was entirely different. The kid was only six. What the hell were they doing to him and why? And did S.H.I.E.L.D. know how old the target was and not divulge that information to you? Wouldn’t that be important? You had to shake your head to bring yourself out of your self-made rabbit hole. Those questions could be answered later. You needed to focus on finding the kid and getting him out.
Loki stopped suddenly, you almost running into him. He gave you a pointed look and rolled his eyes. You had reached your destination. You pressed the button to the side of the door, allowing it to slide open. The room was filled with computers, some life monitoring systems. Those were alongside a table where an unconscious, small boy was strapped down. Loki closed the door and with a snap of his fingers, cancelled the invisibility charm as you made your way to check on the kid. His little eyes shot open upon hearing Loki, pupils dilating with fear and panic.
“Shhh... It’s alright,” you cooed softly, holding your palms out in front of you. “We’re getting you out of here.”
The little boy stilled, confusion transitioning to tentative understanding. That was until he saw Loki. A strangled squeak barely breached his throat. He struggled against his restraints, looking like he wanted to phase through the table to get away. You turned to Loki who held his hands up and backed away, the hurt clearly evident on his face.
“Hey, look at me.” You reached for the boy slowly, but his eyes were still focused on Loki. You cupped his face between your hands. “He’s with me.”
His eyes darted back to you, still scared out of his mind.
“Timothy, right?”
He nodded with tears threatening to soak his face.
“He’s working with the Avengers now. He’s here to help.” You brushed his matted hair away from his sweat slicked forehead. “We are getting you out of here. You’ll be safe, okay?”
He nodded again with a sniffle. You looked back at Loki and waved him over. Making himself as non threatening as he could manage, he stepped to the other side of the table. You two worked on undoing the padded restraints. Once free, you helped Timothy sit up, his arms shaking like a leaf in the wind. How long had he been kept like this? He could barely support the upper half of his body. If if arms were this bad, you didn’t even want to know how badly his legs atrophied.
“Here.” You spun around so your back was facing the table. “I’ll carry you.”
Loki strode over to help Timothy drape his arms over your shoulders and kept him in position as you hooked your arms under his legs to hold him up. Ready to be back on the move, Loki placed his invisibility charm over the three of you. He led you back through the compound only stopping to keep you all from running into HYDRA agents. It wasn’t until you had reached the stairs on the third floor when the alarms went off. You and Loki looked at each other momentarily before booking it. Between the sirens and pounding feet, it’s not like you needed to worry about being quiet anymore.
Dodging various agents sprinting up and down the stairs, you made it to the ground floor which was now filled with armed guards to prevent your escape. Thankfully, they still could not see you, but you needed to get past them to reach any of the doors. Loki pulled you to the side behind some shelving, cloning himself in the process. His now visible clone teleported near the guards who proceeded to fire at it. The distraction allowed you to sneak back out the side door, but the door slamming shut did not go unnoticed. You were almost into the forest when the agents funneled out of the building, showering you with bullets.
With the illusion broken, Loki slowed to place himself in between you and the agents, raising a barrier to stop the bullets. Timothy clung to your suit as tightly as his little hands could, his whimpers barely audible over the gunfire and shouting. The Quinjet was just becoming visible through the trees and brush.
Stumbling once or twice, you glanced back to try to catch his attention. “We’re almost there, Buddy,” you huffed. “Just keep holding on.”
He nodded as he shoved his face in your shoulder. The ramp to the Quinjet lowered as you reached the clearing. Not waiting for it to lock in place, you hopped onto the ledge with Loki hot on your heels. While you settled Timothy into a seat, Loki closed the ramp and informed the pilot to lift off. The cacophony of bullets pinging the jet like clanging pots and pans grew quieter as you took off for home.
You let out a sigh of relief and slumped in your seat, an arm wrapped around Timothy who had curled into your side. The older sibling in you, a roll that had been ripped from you all too early in life, took over as you gingerly carding your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. Being so focused on the kid, you almost missed Loki giving you an appraising look. He was standing near the cockpit, watching you two curiously. With a sudden furrow of his brow, he strode over and knelt next to you.
“You’re injured,” he stated before you could get a word out about his strange behavior.
“What’re you talking about?” You looked down to find a small trail of blood originating from your left calf. That was when you finally felt it. The adrenaline-fueled chase must have fogged up your brain enough for you to not notice you had been shot.
Loki lifted your leg to get a better look, you hissing in pain as he did. You did your best not to squirm so you wouldn’t wake Timothy from his well-deserved rest. Your free hand gripped the edge of the seat. Had you not been wearing gloves, Loki would have seen your knuckles turn white.
Materializing one of his knives, he carefully cut and removed the offending pants leg that blocked his attempt to tend to your wound. “I will need to remove the bullet,” he said, returning to his feet to grab the first-aid supplies.
Grimacing at the thought, you shook your head. “Let’s just throw some antiseptic on it and wrap it. The bullet can wait until we get back.”
“Tch. Stubborn mortal,” he scoffed. “It will only be worse for you if we do that.”
He returned to your side with the supplies. He paused to look up at you and then Timothy. Placing a glowing green palm on the boy’s forehead, he muttered something in an unrecognizable language.
“There. Now he won’t be disturbed for the next few hours.”
Without giving you a chance to protest further, he cleaned your wound before starting on the bullet. Luckily, for both of you, it was not too deep. You still tore off a glove to bite down on in an attempt to not focus on the pain, but it could have been worse. Loki was surprisingly gentle throughout the whole ordeal. Although, you couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t just use his magic. Had he exhausted his abilities having used them for most of the mission?
A light squeeze to your knee brought you back to reality. Loki had finished wrapping your leg and proceeded to sit himself on the other side of Timothy. You tried to stay awake to keep an eye on the peaceful boy in case he woke up. After several times of you catching Loki watching you and Timothy, you gave up and allowed sleep to overtake you.
Timothy stirred when the Quinjet touched down, your arm still around his tiny frame. Moving to stand and prepare to leave, you felt his fingers dig into your suit, not ready to part from you just yet. Instead, you pulled him into your lap and stood to carry him out, ignoring the leg that caused a slight limp in your gait. As if on cue, his limbs wrapped around you like a spider monkey. Meeting you as you exited the jet was a medical team. A nurse swept in to take Timothy with them to the med bay, but Loki placed himself in front of you. The nurse stepped back fearfully bumping into one of her teammates. The crew looked at a loss of what to do until Agent Hill stepped through the doors.
Sighing, she motioned you inside. “Let’s get him to the medical wing.”
What an odd locomotive you all made moving down the halls. Hill was in lead with you following directly behind her. Loki stayed close to you, a hand ghosting your back between your shoulder blades. The medics were in last as they tried to keep up without getting too close to Loki. Timothy shifted in your arms like he was trying to get more comfortable. Rubbing his back, you pressed forward. What you weren’t able to see was that he kept peering up at Loki with the smallest, shyest possible smile.
Finally reaching the room the medical team was going to perform a checkup on the kid, you set him down on the bed, but he still wasn’t ready to let go. You were able to pull away just enough to see his face. He didn’t seem quite as scared but it was clear he was not fond of the medics. While some wore scrubs, the rest had lab coats that were too similar to the HYDRA scientists.
“They aren’t here to hurt you,” you smiled softly. “They just want to make sure you’re not hurt or sick, okay?”
He released his grip on you and folded his hands in his lap, allowing you to take a step back.
“Would you feel better if we stayed in the room?”
Looking between you and Loki who was currently behind you, he nodded vigorously. You smiled back and moved to lean against the far wall, close enough to see you but not enough to crowd the medics. Loki looked thoughtfully at Timothy who stared back at him with hopeful eyes before joining you.
A couple weeks later, you were at your station, rummaging through emails. You found one about Timmy, as he preferred to be called, being transferred at the end of the month to another facility where other children rescued from HYDRA were residing. At least he would be with kids his own age. Through the tests the medical team had run, it turns out Timmy was enhanced. HYDRA had taken him and his family, but left only him alive when they learned the rest of his family held no mutations. S.H.I.E.L.D. would not divulge to you what his abilities were, but considering how quickly he bonded with you and Loki, you were at least allowed to contact and visit him every so often, something you planned to work into your schedule.
You closed out your emails upon hearing approaching footsteps. Agent Hill was speed walking towards you with a folder in hand.
“Good morning, Agent,” she greeted you with an infectious smirk, holding the folder out to you.
“Good morning, Agent Hill.” You took the folder and checked the paperwork inside. Holding back a squeal, you hugged the folder to your chest. “Really?!”
“Congratulations!”
You bit your lip to contain your excitement. “I wasn’t really expecting this, especially so soon.”
“Well, I shouldn’t be telling you this but...” She sidled up next to you, lowering her voice. “I did read Loki’s report. The partner review section is usually filled with snarky comments and insults. Your’s was different. It was glowing compared to past reports.”
You tilted your head at her in confusion. There was plenty for him to complain about. You were not perfect. Your skills as a field agent were slightly above average, nothing to write home about. There was a lot you could do better.
“There was only one word.”
Arching an eyebrow, you nodded for her to continue.
“Tolerable.”
That was a glowing review?! You had to stop yourself from laughing. You really did not want to know what he wrote about the others.
After the mini-gossip session, Agent Hill left you to continue her other tasks. With a slight bounce in your step, you headed to the break room for some coffee. You were later than usual, but everyone on this floor was usually pretty good about making sure the coffee pot was never left empty. Opening an overhead cupboard, you groaned to yourself. All the mugs were on the higher shelving. Where were the ones that were normally lower? You weren’t sure you could reach even if you stood on your toes, but damned if you weren’t going to try anyways.
“Having trouble, Agent?” a low voice queried from behind startling you.
About to lose your balance, you tried to put yourself back fully on your feet but overcompensated and fell backwards instead. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders, preventing you from hitting the ground. You righted yourself and spun on your heel to face the trickster.
“Thanks, Loki...”
“You’re quite welcome, Agent.” The way he emphasized “agent” made you nervous. You weren’t sure if it was in a good or bad way.
He reached past you into the cupboard. Grabbing a couple of mugs, he offered you one with a sly smile. “Is this what you needed?”
Of course he could reach with no problems. You cleared your throat as you took one from him. “Y-yes. Thank you.”
Turning back around to face the counter, you started to pour coffee into your mug. Loki slid in next to you and turned on the electric kettle. You caught him watching you from your peripheral vision as you moved to the fridge for creamer. Having added just the right amount, you leaned your back on the counter. You take a sip, the mug a barrier to hide part of your face.
“So... What brings you here?”
He motioned to the tea bag he had pulled from the container on the counter.
You rolled your eyes. “Is that all?” This floor wasn’t even the normal floor he visited. What was he up to?
“Yes, Little Agent,” he smirked. “This break room is much quieter than the one normally inhabited by the beloved Avengers.”
Snickering, you took another sip. “Right, right.”
Knowing he had been caught, he shifted his focus on the water just starting to boil.
You pushed yourself away from the counter. “Well, I need to get back to work. See you around?”
“Indeed, Agent.”
Timmy flew into your arms as you knelt near the ramp of the Quinjet. “You’re going to come visit, right?”
“Promise,” you reassured him with a grin. How this kid managed to bounce back so quickly was beyond you, but seeing him this happy brought a spark of warmth to your chest. This was one of the reasons you joined S.H.I.E.L.D.
He let go and peered around you sheepishly. “Mr. Loki?”
Looking over your shoulder, the mischievous god was leaning back near the door preferring to watch from a distance. He ducked his head to hide the light smile on his face. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Turning away so Loki couldn’t see, you smiled at their interaction. Who knew Loki could be a softie.
An agent appeared at the top of the ramp, ready to bring Timmy onboard.
“Be good for them, okay?” You ruffled his hair and stood up.
He nodded and hugged you one more time before running off to the agent. He turned back before the ramp closed, giving you and Loki a wave goodbye. With the Quinjet taking off, you spun on your heel and made your way to the door.
“You are much too kind.”
You hand paused on the door handle. “I’m sorry?”
Loki faced you, a scrutinizing look in his eyes. “You are too kind for this line of work.”
“I can handle it, Loki. I have my reasons for being here,” you scoffed, arms folded across your chest.
“I never said it was a bad thing.” He smirked at you and opened the door for you to enter first. “It’s rather refreshing.”
This god really knew how to flip an emotional switch. You just shook your head and proceeded inside, deciding it was better to not stand around argue with him. There was a new mission briefing for the two of you to attend, and you were not about to let him make you late.
Fury kept pairing you and Loki for missions. Sometimes another field agent or Avenger would tag along for support, but for the most part it was just you two. Most of the missions involved as much stealth as possible, but combat was inevitable in some cases. Loki might as well have glued himself to you during those moments. He never left you when a fight broke out, going so far as to stand between you and the shots fired in your direction. Guess he found a little more than “tolerable”.
Even outside of the missions you wound up spending time together. With the promotion, your work station had been moved to the same floor as the Avengers which meant you also shared the break room and training facilities. While Loki never showed up at your workstation, he did “happen” to come across you everywhere else, usually sticking to the background when others were around.
“You know, Loki, stalking someone generally involves the stalker not being in plain sight,” you teased, using a towel to wipe the sweat from your face. Training with Nat, as she nearly demanded you to call her, was intense but absolutely worth it. You attributed the recent mission successes to her as you may not have survived with out her guidance.
“Tch. I would not consider it ‘stalking,’ merely watching your back,” he scowled, clearly not amused.
“Calm down, Mischief. I’m only joking,” you grinned, nudging past him out the door. “But seriously, you don’t need to constantly ‘watch my back’. We’re at S.H.I.E.L.D., not on a mission.”
Following you, he taunted, “Then, I suppose you would prefer to be left alone. I see how it is.” He feigned being hurt by your words.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” you deadpanned.
His pace quickened until he spun in front of you, forcing you to a halt. “Then, my little agent, what do you mean?”
You quirked an eyebrow at him in a moment of silence. For whatever reason, he had taken to calling you that a few months ago. You were oddly okay with it, possibly even liked it though you were not ready to admit that just yet.
“What I mean is...” You took a step closer, now mere inches away, heart thundering in your chest. “You are allowed to talk to me when there are other people nearby.”
He leaned in, pushing how far this little standoff was going to go. “So I have your permission now? Thank you so much.”
“You never needed it.” Gods, you were so close now. You could have just gotten it over with and kissed him, but the thought of his reaction stopped you. Loki could be so hard to read. You couldn’t take anything at face value. It would not surprise you if he were messing with you now. But you could always try to catch him off guard...
“Now if you’ll excuse me,” you smirked and stepped around him. “I would like to get cleaned up for my date tonight.”
With that, you darted into the locker room, leaving the trickster frozen in the hall, mouth agape.
“He does like you,” Timmy said sporadically yet nonchalantly as he kicked the ball to you.
“‘He’ who?” You kicked the ball in the air towards him.
“Mr. Loki.”
You rolled your eyes at his “no duh” tone. “Maybe as a coworker.”
“Nooo!” He bounced the ball off his head, letting it then hit the ground to be forgotten. “I mean ‘like like’.”
You were about to scoff but thought back to earlier in the day. Loki’s reaction to your comment could lead someone to believe that, but that certainly was not enough proof. And, no. You were not on an actual date, but a date is a kind of planned event, and you had planned to visit Timmy. Loki would probably see through your partial lie eventually, but you at least had him in that moment.
“Now what makes you say that?”
“He always talks about you when he’s here.”
So Mischief does visit him... Imagining Loki running around this playground with Timmy was kind of cute.
“I’ll bet it’s nothing good,” you joked.
Timmy shook his head, not understanding your jest. “It’s how nice you are. He said that you’re one of the only people here who isn’t mean to him.”
Well, that was kind of true. Just because he had been with the Avengers for so long did not mean everyone was going to be friendly with him. New York was a factor but his current demeanor towards “Midgardians” was enough to turn most people away.
“That doesn’t mean he... ‘like like’s me,” you grimaced. Speaking like this made you feel like you were in high school again.
“But he told me-” He clapped his hands over his mouth.
“Told you what?”
He shook his head, his hair slinging wildly.
“Timmy...” you warned.
“But I promised him I wouldn’t tell,” he admitted through his hands.
Knowing how important promises can be for children, you sighed, “Okay, okay. I won’t push it anymore.”
Relief flooded his tiny face as he relaxed. Looking up at the pinks and oranges seeping into the sky like paint with too much water, you pouted. “Alright, Buddy. Looks like we need to head inside.”
Timmy mirrored your pout, but ran to you and clutched your hand as you led him into the building.
Well, this was going to be a boring mission. You were going solo this time. Loki was with his brother off-world, so that meant you had no one but the pilot to chat with. Admittedly, Loki was quite the conversationalist when he wanted to be. It kept the trips to and from locations from growing stagnant, something you very much appreciated. Plus, you just liked hearing his alluring voice, even when he teased you just to see how flustered you would get. You were a little surprised with how much you missed him being around.
At least this was supposed to be quick. The newly-found HYDRA facility was about three hours away. Get in. Snag data. Go home. Intel showed it was small without many people there. Should be easy enough. But... Nothing is ever goes as smoothly as it should.
Glancing out the window as the Quinjet was landing, you noticed how close you were to the facility. In fact, you were a lot closer than you should have been.
“Sir?” You left your seat to confront the pilot. “What’s this about? This is a stealth mission. You’re going to give away-”
You had to jump back to avoid a punch. The pilot had left the controls to take care of you, gun in hand. Is this guy serious right now?! There was no way you were going to give this guy a chance to shoot you. You ducked low, charging him and rammed yourself at his stomach, elbow aimed for his solar plexus. With the wind knocked out of him, he stumbled backwards, grasping at anything that would keep him upright. Taking the opening, you used a seat near you as leverage to jump high enough to wrap your legs around his neck, using the momentum and gravity to swing yourself around to slam him into the ground (a nice little trick Nat so graciously taught you). The force to the metal flooring was enough to leave him unconscious.
Scrambling up, you formulated a quick plan in your head: Take off, secure this asshole and comm headquarters. You made the executive decision to end the mission early. If this guy was a double agent, then whoever was in the facility knew you were coming. You were making your way to the cockpit when you felt something sharp pierce your neck. Immediately, you yanked out what you found to be a dart, spinning around to see where it came from. At some point in your fight, the Quinjet had touched down and the ramp lowered. With your vision growing alarmingly blurry, you could barely make out the armed guards before everything faded black.
Your head was throbbing when you opened your eyes again. The room was dark with a cold, uninviting floor and thick metal bars in front. You tried to sit up, hoping the small change would alleviate your headache but failed. Your captors had secured your hands behind your back, rather tightly to be honest. The restraints were harshly cutting into your wrists while making it as awkward as possible to do anything from your position. Trying again, the muscles in your side seized up and your ribs screamed in agony, a groan falling from your throat.
“Oh look, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent is awake.”
You flinched not having heard the footsteps leading to your cell. You kept your head on the concrete floor as you looked up at the dark figure leaning on the opposite side of the bars.
“Now,” he started as he unlocked the door and let himself in. “I am going to ask you some questions, and you are going to answer them.” He nudged you with his foot. “Understand?”
Clenching your jaw, you pointedly looked away from him. Like hell. He just chuckled. The gritty sound reverberated off the walls.
“How cute. Your stubbornness won’t last long here.” The man began circling you slowly. “I know you are one of the agents who stole Subject 604.”
“You mean one of the agents who rescued a boy named Timmy,” you spat, earning you a hard blow to your back.
Hissing through your teeth, you rolled onto your stomach to relieve the pain of your bruising backside, but a foot pulled you back onto your side.
“Quite rude of you to interrupt,” he growled, moving to stand in front of you. “Now, all I want to know is where you have taken my test subject.”
“Hah,” you barked. “Like I’ll help some monster running experiments on children.”
A kick to your ribs and you curled in on yourself, coughing up the blood trying to take refuge in your lungs. He ripped you from the floor by your hair when a deafening alarm suddenly blared in the facility.
“You want a monster? Then, a monster you will have,” his hissed in your face before throwing you back down and leaving you in your cell to rot. You knew he’d be back later to finish what he started.
Biting back a pained moan, you pushed your head into the concrete floor, but the cold did little to soothe your pain. The alarm made sure of that, the tone causing your ears to faintly ring. You scooted yourself backwards against the wall and used it to help sit yourself upright. With that little bit of success, you rewarded yourself by closing your eyes and leaning against the wall. Now maybe you could think a little better so you could figure out a plan to get the hell out of there.
A low, familiar voice called your name, startling you to open your eyes. Had you blacked out again?
“By the Norns, you’re are alive,” a second booming voiced sounded off.
Maybe you were hallucinating. They weren’t supposed to be here. “Wha- Loki? Thor?”
Loki picked the lock open with his seiðr and rushed to you to release your bonds. “Let us leave this place, my little agent.” He spoke just loud enough for you to hear him over the alarms that were still roaring.
Gingerly scooping you into his arms, he strode back to Thor who was holding back the HYDRA agents who found you all there. He looked back at you and Loki over his shoulder. “Let’s go!” He threw his hammer down the hall, hitting the agents and forming a path.
Between Thor’s hammer and Loki’s seiðr, it didn’t take long for you all to convene with Captain America and Nat and make it to their Quinjet. The one you had taken for your mission was probably long gone. With everyone onboard, the pilot took off and navigated for headquarters.
Loki sat you down in a seat, giving you a once over to see where you were hurt with Nat giving her input. You probably had a concussion, cracked ribs and definitely a plethora of bruises. The best they could do at the moment was keep you comfortable without agitating the damage.
In one swift move, Loki picked you back up and placed you in his lap as he sat, holding you to his chest. Leaning into the embrace, you nuzzled up to him, too tired to notice the knowing looks earned from the rest of the team.
“I thought you were off-world,” you struggled to say, your voice barely breaking a whisper. Exhaustion was creeping up your limbs.
He rested a cheek on top of your head. “We were. We came back as soon as we learned you were missing. I thought I had lost you.”
Your mind grew foggy, slurring your words. “Nope... Not gettin’ rid of me so eas’ly...”
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Now sleep, my little agent.”
Traipsing through the jungle gym, you followed Timmy who was making his way to the monkey bars. He boldly hopped off the platform and latched onto one of the bars. As he swung himself forward, catching the next bar, you reached out for the closest one.
“Should you really be doing that, Dove?”
Loki was suddenly on the ground next to you.
“What? It’s just monkey bars.”
“You’ve only been out of the Med Bay for a week,” he deadpanned.
Huffing, you sat down on the platform, knowing you would not win this argument. “Fine. But you’re helping me down.”
He was already in front of you, ready to pull you into his arms. “With pleasure,” he smirked with a playful glint in his eyes.
You slid into his embrace and wrapped your arms around his neck. He just held you like that, staring into your eyes. You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. Although he thought it was cute, Loki had a better idea. He tilted his head and captured your lips instead which you all too willingly encouraged.
“Come on, you guys! It’s gonna get dark soon,” Timmy yelled to you, wanting you to follow him to the next jungle gym section.
With the moment shattered, Loki set you down and placed a chaste kiss to your forehead. You intertwined your fingers with his, pulling him along in Timmy’s direction. Both of you walked alongside the jungle gym and watched the ecstatic boy as he navigated the various obstacles.
“You know,” you began teasingly, leaning on Loki who hummed in response. “I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for rescuing me.”
“No... No, I don’t think you did,” he smirked mischievously.
You squeezed the hand you were holding. “What can I do to show my appreciation for your valiant efforts?”
“Hmm...” He looked at you with mock contemplation. “How about... You, my little agent, join me for dinner tonight?”
You nodded in agreement. “I’d love that.”
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