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Arrival on Asgard

part of the moonlight sunrise series < prev | next > summary: takes place during the end of The Avengers and the beginning of Thor: The Dark World. y/n makes her plea to odin to keep loki on earth so that he can do..."community service". Word count: 2.4k [A/N: to clarify, (Y/N) is not related to anyone in this story. the Avengers all collectively have a soft spot for (Y/N), found family kind of deal. if you guys want some drabbles/oneshots on specific moments where individual Avengers bonded with (Y/N), let me know via asks, reblogs, or comments]

The sun felt rejuvenating on my skin, the wind tickled my ears, and the warmth of the sunshine felt like it was humming against my skin. You hum back in relief, enjoying the background noise of the bustling city and the crunch of asphalt under your shoes.

“Photosynthesizing?”, Nat��s voice jerks you out of your thoughts. You look around and find her peeking through the window of a car pulled up next to you. You scoff with a smile, “I’m not a plant, Nat.” She gives me a shrug, “If it acts like a duck and quacks like a duck…”. “Then I guess it’s a plant.”, you smirk. 

“You need a ride?”, Nat offers. Weighing your options of walking all the way to Central Park and taking a ride in a vehicle with AC, you make the obvious choice. 

Climbing into the passenger seat, you ask, “How do you think the council is going to take this?”. Nat pulls onto the main road, “According to Fury, they’ve been wanting to keep Loki and the Tesseract here under their jurisdiction, so they’ll be half way convinced on your plan. Apparently, one guy even said something about Loki needed to answer for his crimes, so this could be the opportunity to do so. This meeting is pretty much held to work out the logistics and convince them that Loki’s sentence should be - as you put it - community service.” Nat makes a turn, pulling into Terrace Drive, “Hopefully, they can see that as a punishment that fits the crime.” You pick at your palms, “I hope so too…”. Her hand takes yours and gives you a comforting squeeze, “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of things here. Just focus on getting the big guy upstairs to agree to us taking Loki.” You squeeze her hand back, strengthening your resolve, “I will. Thanks, Nat.”

You arrive at Bethesda Terrace where Clint, Steve and Bruce were already there with Loki and Thor. As you and Nat hop out of the car, Stark pulls up in his sleek, new toy with the top down. “Ah, thank god, I thought I was going to be the only one who was late.”, Stark sends a cheeky smile your way as he grabs a large, metal suitcase out from the backseat. He sets it down, opens the latch and takes out the encased Tesseract. “Took some time for the proper materials to contain this baby, but like always,”, Stark unceremoniously plops the Tesseract into Thor’s arms, “I pull through.”

Steve gives an affirming pat to Stark’s shoulder - with which the billionaire responds with a “Careful, it’s Armani.” - before pulling you in for a hug. 

“Be safe out there, ok?”, Steve pulls back to let Bruce give a one-arm goodbye hug. 

“I will.”, you say before teasing, “At least, I’ll try.”

Clint pulls you in and mutters, “Careful around that green guy. I don’t like him.” You roll your eyes, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep my distance, Dad.”

You wave goodbye to everyone as you walk up to where Thor and Loki are standing. “I’m ready to go when you are. Thor nods, “Just grip tight on the handle and we’ll be on our way.” 

“There’s only two handles.”

“Yeah, you’ll be sharing with Loki. It’s a big handle, it can fit both your hands.”, Thor grins and you shrug and look over at Loki. Seeing the mouthpiece strapped to his face, you fail to stifle your laugh, “Cat got your tongue?”. Loki gives you a glare, which only leads to more snickering. Thor holds out the mechanism and you grip the other end of the handle. Loki reaches out and manages to take hold, the chains around his wrists clinking against each other.

“So… how does this wo-”

The feeling was so intense, your eyes shut in fear. Your body feels like it was both weightless and being flung across space. It feels like your head was going to come clean off your neck. Scared that your limbs are going to be torn from your body, you slam your other hand onto the handle to hold on for dear life. 

Soon, you can hear screaming and you force your eyes open, looking for the source. You look at Thor, silent and looking both worried and amused. Loki can’t make a sound. 

So, who’s scre- Oh, it’s me. I’m screaming. 

You clear your throat and straighten your posture. Looking down at your tight grip on the handle, you realize that your hand was actually clutching onto Loki’s arm. You jerk your hand away, your face getting hot, and mutter out a ‘sorry’. Loki just gives you a withering look while Thor lets out a laugh. “Sorry, (Y/N). Forgot to tell you to brace yourself.”, Thor wipes away small tears in his eyes, still chortling. “Yeah, a warning would’ve been real nice.”, you chide half-heartedly. 

“Greetings.”, a voice boomed from behind you, taking you by surprise. “Heimdall!”, Thor greets warmly, “It’s good to see you again, my friend. How are the nine realms?” Heimdall’s face, though softened, stays stoic, “In chaos from the mischief Loki has brought.” Loki’s expression is unreadable, probably due to the gag taking up half of his face. Thor breaks the silence, “Where are my manners? Heimdall, this - “, he pulls me into his side, “is (Y/N)! Helped me out along with this team called, the Revengers” - “Avengers.” - “Avengers, back in Midgard!” 

You smile and wave as Thor goes on to tell you more about the gatekeeper of Asgard. Speaking of Asgard, you finally turn around to see the city of gold with a glassy rainbow bridge ahead of you. In awe at the sight, you point at the mystical kingdom, “Is that an actual castle over there?”. Thor beams and brings along Loki, “Yes, and that’s where we will be meeting our father.” He starts to walk ahead of you and you hasten your pace to catch up. “Wait, so your father is like a King, right? Like, I don’t want to make a bad first impression. Is there a proper way I should greet him? Do I bow? Do I kneel?”, you blabber as your head swivels around trying to take in the sights. Holy shit, the water goes off into the edge of the horizon like a waterfall. This bridge is so high up, I need a railing before I slip off and die. Wait, is that a crack?

Thor nonchalantly says, “I think you get on one knee and bow your head, yes.” You wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t. “Well, how do I address him? And I don’t want to go in there, not knowing who he is. That seems rude, and I’m very versed in Norse mythology.”, you enter through the gates of the city and look around at the Asgardian people dressed in beautiful flowing garments, “I might be underdressed. Am I underdressed? Is it alright that I just came here in my battle uniform?” Thor looks like his mind has stalled trying to keep up with your nervous spiral. “Ok, you’re no help.”, you rip off Loki’s mouthpiece, “Can you give me some info on what to do here?”. Loki takes a minute to adjust his jaw and lick his chapped lips, “And why would I want to do that?”. You shrug, “Up to you, do you want to face Odin’s punishment or mine?”. Loki looks like he’s seriously deliberating his options before sighing, “You address the Allfather as Your Highness. Odin is the God of War and Wisdom and is the ruler of the Nine Realms. Thor can get you a change of clothes once you are in the palace, but for now, your uniform would suffice. Oh, and you must curtsy upon greeting to show respect…”

As the guards come to help escort Loki into the palace, Thor receives a summon to meet with Odin first before he meets with Loki. With a swing of his hammer, off Thor flies to the palace and Loki fills you in on proper Asgardian manners before you see the King. 

You walk through the grand entrance. The sunlight filters in through the ornate, stained windows, giving the room a warm glow. You see who can only be Odin seated on a throne with what looks like golden horns arcing towards him. 

The guards bow down and you give a nervous curtsy. Odin sends me a weird look and Loki fails to stifle a grin at his little prank. Switching to the kneeling bow Thor first told you about, you don't know whether to choke Loki out or to die of embarrassment. 

Loki turns to a woman dressed in blue off to the side, “Hello, Mother. Have I made you proud?”, his voice self-effacing and sarcastic. “Loki.”, his mother gives him a stern look before whispering her plea, “Please don’t make this worse.” Loki couldn’t help but quip, “Define worse-”

“Enough!”, Odin’s command silences the room. “I wanted to speak to the prisoner alone, but it seems that we have a guest.”

Oh shit, he’s talking about me.

Not daring to rise from your position, you introduce yourself in a firm and projected voice, “Greetings, your Highness. My name is (Y/N) and I come from the planet you call Midgard. I come in peace and would like to speak to you regarding Loki’s crimes.”

“I see.”

Odin doesn’t seem to be completely opposed so far…

Loki laughs, “I really don’t see what all the fuss is about.” Odin glares down at him, “Do you not truly feel the gravity of your crimes? Wherever you go there is war, ruin and death. First with what you did here in Asgard, and now you have gone and spread suffering to her home.”, the All father gestures towards me. 

“I went down to Midguard to rule the people of Earth as a benevolent god. Just like you.”, Loki retorts. You clench your fist to rein in the anger bubbling under your skin. All that trouble… All those people dead… My city is in ruins because this fucker has daddy issues. 

“We are not gods. We are born, we live, we die. Just as humans do.”, Odin spoke wisely but he couldn’t hide his contempt.

Loki sways his head side to side, “Give or take 5,000 years.” Odin looks down at Loki, “All this because Loki desires a throne.” Looks like it hit a nerve with Loki since he raises his voice, “It is my birthright!”

“YOU’RE BIRTHRIGHT”, Odin’s voice booms as he leans forward, “WAS TO DIE!”

The tension could be cut with a knife… but Loki is not one for silence and the two gods start to squabble. 

Ok, this is going nowhere and my knees hurt. “Your Highness, if I may?”, you interrupt and rise from your position. Odin gestures for you to continue. “I agree with you that Loki does not seem to understand the gravity of his crimes. In his mission to rule over Midgard, he has tore my city apart. I intend, with your permission, to take him back to Midgard. There he will be tried as a war criminal, and will be punished by having to stay in New York and rebuild the city. Brick by brick, by every brick he has broken. I also will have him care for the injured and the dying, and make him face the people his follies has harmed.”, you burn your gaze into Loki, “If he is so insistent to rule my world, he should face the consequences of his ‘benevolence’.” you turn back to the Allfather and lower your head, “After his service is done, he will be turned over to you and will be under your jurisdiction.”

Odin considers the proposal, brows furrowed in thought. Loki’s mother approaches Odin and the two whisper fervently to each other. You can barely make out a “He’ll never learn unless he…” from her. After a moment of silence, Odin nods, “I’ll allow it. He can use a lesson in humility.” He turns to Loki with a grave look on his face, “Frigga is the only reason you are still alive and you will never see her again.” Out of all the things Odin has said, this seemed to sting Loki the most. His eyebrow twitched just a little, a ghost of a grimace flickered on his face. His mother looks back at him, her shoulders hunched as if a great burden has fallen onto her shoulders. 

Odin turns back to you, “Loki is a slippery one. How do you plan on containing him?”

“Loki will be under constant surveillance and will be monitored and surrounded by our strongest team, the Avengers. We’ve beaten him this time, I’m sure we can do it again.”, you pause before making your request, “However, Loki’s ability for illusions did give us some trouble. We were hoping there would be some way for you to restrict his powers.” Odin thinks for a moment, “We can have a blacksmith make cuffs to restrict the flow of Loki’s seidr. I’ll have Frigga enchant it after, so Loki will be unable to remove it.”

You bow deeply in gratitude, “Thank you Allfather.”

“The making of the cuffs will take some time. Until it is done, you are free to stay in the palace as our guest. Loki, however, will spend his time in the dungeons.”

Loki seemed displeased at this to say the least. “And what of Thor? You’ll make that witless oaf king while I spend my days as a serf to these humans before rotting in chains?”, he spit out the word as if saying it left a bad taste on his tongue. 

All this jealousy. No wonder he’s dressed in so much green. 

Odin’s face hardens, “Thor must strive to undo the damage you have done. He will bring order to the nine realms and then, yes. He will be king.”

With that, Loki gets dragged off to the dungeons and Frigga comes down from the throne to take your arm into hers. “Allow me to escort you to the guest room.”, she smiles warmly. You bow your head, “Thank you, your highness.”

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update: first chapter is now edited to be in 2nd person pov! thank you for those who gave me feedback in the pole.

chapter 2: Arrival on Asgard is coming very soon!

skyfall

[loki x f!reader. part of the moonlight sunrise compilation. this is the enemies part of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. takes place during The Avengers (2012). canon divergence. this is basically the premise chapter. feedback is greatly appreciated!] TW: some graphic descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence Word count: 1.3k [edited to be in 2nd person pov. italics = y/n's thoughts]

The city crumbles all around you. You sprint through the falling ruble, grabbing whoever you can get to safety.

“Guys, what the fuck is going on over there?!”, you yell into comms.

“Sorry Doc, but Rudolf here just keeps setting off explosives.”, Stark chimes in. 

You throw down a shield around a family before a block of cement could crush them. You usher in the stragglers in the street to the subways underground to take cover. Looking up, alien ships whizz through the air. Your eyes land on Cap on a cop car giving out instructions. 

“...I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.”, Cap says before beating the shit out of the aliens that popped up behind him. You run over to him, catching the attention of the police, “Make sure the buildings are evacuated, too. Those things are airborne and they got bombs.” You turn to Cap, “You guys need me over there?” He shook his head, “We’ll be ok. Right now, I need you on the ground doing damage control.”

“Got it.”, you throw Cap a thumbs up before turning on my heel to follow the sounds of destruction. Note to self, I need Stark to build me some fancy hyper-mobility shoes or something because I cannot keep running around like this. 

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“He’s stable.”, you say to the EMT before moving on to another body, your hands emitting a warm glow. The next one was a kid - couldn't be more than 7 years old - his chest caved in and his mouth full of blood. Your heart gets stuck in your throat, but you try to shake off the feeling. You place your palms on his chest, and focus your energy into regenerating his rib cage. The kid sputters out a cough. Judging from the blood, his lungs may have been punctured. You take one of your hands and slide it under his back to start healing his lungs. Soon, you can feel his ribs get solid under your palm and his wheezing soon stops. You breathe a sigh of relief as wave of exhaustion hits you. 

I can’t keep this up at this rate. 

Breaking out of your daze, a voice comes through your earpiece. “Got Loki, gonna go out for shawarma, you want anything?” You stomach growls on cue, but as you look around at the wounded people on stretchers and makeshift beds on the ground, your feet stays firmly planted. “I dunno, Stark. Things aren’t look so good down here. I don’t think I should-”

“Go.”, the EMT spoke curtly without looking up from the arm she was dressing, “We got it from here. Thank you.” You nod back, “Thank you, too.”

Promising to come to the hospital to help later, you head over to the shawarma place.

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Pushing through the doors of the Shawarma Palace, you're greeted with the sight of Nat, Clint, Banner, Stark, Thor, and Cap huddled around the table, eating their meal with a chained Loki sat in between Rogers and the Asgardian. 

“(Y/N)! So nice of you to join us.”, Stark motions to an empty chair next to Nat but you instead make a beeline for the tied-up god. “Thanks for having me.”, you smile at Stark before pointing at Loki, “This is the guy right? He’s the one that opened the hell portal and blew up my city?” The others look at you weird as a couple nod their heads with a soft “Yeah?”.

“Ok, cool.”

You deck Loki in the jaw.

“Oooh, whatever happened to the Hippocratic oath, Doc?”, Stark winces. “I’m not an actual doctor, I am held to no such oath.”, you turn to the cook with a smile before making your order. 

Loki, annoyed, whips his head to look at me, “Nice to meet you too, (Y/N).” You send him a death glare before sitting down next to Nat with your shawarma in hand. “What did I miss?”, you say before starting to eat. 

“Nothing much. Stark flew into the hell hole, closed it, fell from the sky, we met up to catch this guy,” -Nat motions to Loki- “and now we’re here eating this… really good shawarma.” Tony has a smug look on his face at Nat’s approval. “Man, it sounds like you guys had a lot of fun.”, you manage in between bites. “How were things for you?”, Banner interjects. “Oh, you know the usual. Shielding people from falling rubble, running around evacuating people, spent a lot of time with really wounded people with sunken in chests and heads trying to bring them back to the land of the living. You know,” you shrug before reaching down for the last bite of shawarma, “Usual damage control.”

You're met with looks of sympathy and discomfort, and you never wanted to change the subject more. “So, this shawarma really hit the spot!”, you laugh, hoping the mood will change. “Yeah, you devoured your food so quickly, I’m surprised that you weren’t breathing it in!”, Thor chimes in heartily before turning to the cook, “Another! Another one of these shawarmas for the doctor lady.” 

“Not a doctor.”, you quip while sending Thor a thankful smile.

Eating your second shawarma, you can feel yourself regaining some energy, but you still need to recharge in the sun for a bit before you start using your powers again. “So,” you look over at Loki, “what are we going to do with him?” Steve leans back and crosses his arms, “Well, Thor is planning on taking him back to Asgard, but S.H.I.E.L.D is trying to keep Loki and the tesseract under their jurisdiction.” You nod, “I think we should keep him here, better to use him to help clean up the mess he made. Call it community service.”

You turn to Thor, “What would he be doing in Asgard anyway?”. Thor shrugs, “Knowing our father, he’d probably have him locked up for a few hundred years for treason, but knowing our mother, Loki wouldn’t be punished too severely.”. “Exactly, my point!”, you start cleaning up the table, taking the others’ empty baskets and throwing them into the garbage, “What’s the use of him sitting in a cell, when we can use his magic or whatever to help rebuild New York?”

“That’s not how my magic works, darling.”, Loki interjects. “Then you’ll do it the old-fashioned way without magic.”, you retort. Loki puts his hands up with a ‘whatever you say’ look on his face. Steve, Bruce seem to be on my side, while the others seem unconvinced. “Wouldn’t it be dangerous to just let him run wild?”, Clint asks with a furrowed brow. “It wouldn’t be unsupervised. I’ll be able to watch him and organize what he needs to do, plus he has those-”, you motion to the chains and cuffs on Loki, “magic erasing thingies on him so he can’t use his magic to get away.” You turn to Thor, “Is there something in Asgard that are like those but less movement restrictive and he won’t be able to get out of?” Thor hums in thought, “No, but I know a blacksmith.” You light up and look at Clint, “See? We could secure him.” You can hear more approval for your idea. 

“I don’t think S.H.I.E.L.D will need much convincing on this.”, Nat pipes up, “I can help win them over on this plan.” 

“And I can go to Asgard to see if I can get Odin’s approval to keep Loki on Earth-”, you pause, “if it’s ok with Thor.” Thor gives me a thumbs up as he downs his glass.

“Alright, sounds like a plan!”

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while i still only have a few chapters written

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sorry for the lack of updates.

marvel rivals has taken complete control over my life for the past few days. you would think i'd be maining the loml loki, but no.

trash panda.

rocket raccoon is so, so fun to play.

should have the new chapter down by the end of the week!

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Thank you so much! I’m glad you’re enjoying the story so far!

skyfall

[loki x f!reader. part of the moonlight sunrise compilation. this is the enemies part of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. takes place during The Avengers (2012). canon divergence. this is basically the premise chapter. feedback is greatly appreciated!] TW: some graphic descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence Word count: 1.3k

My city crumbles all around me. I sprint through the falling ruble, grabbing whoever I can to safety.

“Guys, what the fuck is going on over there?!”, I yell into comms.

“Sorry Doc, but Rudolf here just keeps setting off explosives.”, Stark chimes in. 

I threw down a shield around a family before a block of cement could crush them. I usher in the stragglers in the street to the subways underground to take cover. Looking up, alien ships whizz through the air. My eyes land on Cap on a cop car giving out instructions. 

“...I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.”, Cap says before beating the shit out of the aliens that popped up behind him. I run over to him, catching the attention of the police, “Make sure the buildings are evacuated, too. Those things are airborne and they got bombs.” I turn to Cap, “You guys need me over there?” He shook his head, “We’ll be ok. Right now, I need you on the ground doing damage control.”

“Got it.”, I throw Cap a thumbs up before turning on my heel to follow the sounds of destruction. Note to self, I need Stark to build me some fancy hyper-mobility shoes or something because I cannot keep running around like this. 

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“He’s stable.”, I say to the EMT before moving on to another body, my hands emitting a warm glow. The next one was a kid - couldn't be more than 7 years old - his chest caved in and his mouth full of blood. My heart gets stuck in my throat, but I try to shake off the feeling. I place my palms on his chest, and focus my energy into regenerating his rib cage. The kid sputters out a cough. Judging from the blood, his lungs may have been punctured. I take one of my hands to slide under his back to start healing his lungs. Soon, I can feel his ribs get solid under my palm and his wheezing soon stops. I breathe a sigh of relief as wave of exhaustion hits me. 

I can’t keep this up at this rate. 

Breaking me out of my daze, a voice comes through my earpiece. “Got Loki, gonna go out for shawarma, you want anything?” My stomach growls on cue, but as I look around at the wounded people on stretchers and makeshift beds on the ground, my feet stays firmly planted. “I dunno, Stark. Things aren’t look so good down here. I don’t think I should-”

“Go.”, the EMT spoke curtly without looking up from the arm she was dressing, “We got it from here. Thank you.” I nod, “Thank you, too.”

Promising to come to the hospital to help later, I head over to the shawarma place.

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Pushing through the doors of the Shawarma Palace, I’m greeted with the sight of Nat, Clint, Banner, Stark, Thor, and Cap huddled around the table, eating their meal with a chained Loki sat in between Rogers and the Asgardian. 

“(Y/N)! So nice of you to join us.”, Stark motions to an empty chair next to Nat but I instead make a beeline for the tied-up god. “Thanks for having me.”, I smiled at Stark before pointing at Loki, “This is the guy right? He’s the one that opened the hell portal and blew up my city?” The others look at me weird as a couple nod their heads with a soft “Yeah?”

“Ok, cool.”

I deck Loki in the jaw.

“Oooh, whatever happened to the Hippocratic oath, Doc?”, Stark winces. “I’m not an actual doctor, I am held to no such oath.”, I turn to the cook with a smile before making my order. 

Loki, annoyed, whips his head to look at me, “Nice to meet you too, (Y/N).” I send him a death glare before sitting down next to Nat with my shawarma in hand. “What did I miss?”, I said before starting to eat. 

“Nothing much. Stark flew into the hell hole, closed it, fell from the sky, we met up to catch this guy,” -Nat motions to Loki- “and now we’re here eating this… really good shawarma.” Tony has a smug look on his face at Nat’s approval. “Man, it sounds like you guys had a lot of fun.”, I manage in between bites. “How were things for you?”, Banner interjects. “Oh, you know the usual. Shielding people from falling rubble, running around evacuating people, spent a lot of time with really wounded people with sunken in chests and heads trying to bring them back to the land of the living. You know,” I shrug before reaching down for the last bite of shawarma, “Usual damage control.”

I’m met with looks of sympathy and discomfort, and I never wanted to change the subject more. “So, this shawarma really hit the spot!”, I laugh, hoping the mood will change. “Yeah, you devoured your food so quickly, I’m surprised that you weren’t breathing it in!”, Thor chimes in heartily before turning to the cook, “Another! Another one of these shawarmas for the doctor lady.” 

“Not a doctor.”, I quipped while sending Thor a thankful smile.

Eating my second shawarma, I can feel myself regaining some energy, but I still need to recharge in the sun for a bit before I start using my powers again. “So,” I look over at Loki, “what are we going to do with him?” Steve leans back and crosses his arms, “Well, Thor is planning on taking him back to Asgard, but S.H.I.E.L.D is trying to keep Loki and the tesseract under their jurisdiction.” I nod, “I think we should keep him here, better to use him to help clean up the mess he made. Call it community service.”

I turn to Thor, “What would he be doing in Asgard anyway?”. Thor shrugs, “Knowing our father, he’d probably have him locked up for a few hundred years for treason, but knowing our mother, Loki wouldn’t be punished too severely.”. “Exactly, my point!”, I start cleaning up the table, taking the others’ empty baskets and throwing them into the garbage, “What’s the use of him sitting in a cell, when we can use his magic or whatever to help rebuild New York?”

“That’s not how my magic works, darling.”, Loki interjects. “Then you’ll do it the old-fashioned way without magic.”, I retort. Loki puts his hands up with a ‘whatever you say’ look on his face. Steve, Bruce seem to be on my side, while the others seem unconvinced. “Wouldn’t it be dangerous to just let him run wild?”, Clint asks with a furrowed brow. “It wouldn’t be unsupervised. I’ll be able to watch him and organize what he needs to do, plus he has those-”, I motion to the chains and cuffs on Loki, “magic erasing thingies on him so he can’t use his magic to get away.” I turn to Thor, “Is there something in Asgard that are like those but less movement restrictive and he won’t be able to get out of?” Thor hums in thought, “No, but I know a blacksmith.” I light up and look at Clint, “See? We could secure him.” I can hear more approval for my idea. 

“I don’t think S.H.I.E.L.D will need much convincing on this.”, Nat pipes up, “I can help win them over on this plan.” 

“And I can go to Asgard to see if I can get Odin’s approval to keep Loki on Earth-”, I pause, “if it’s ok with Thor.” Thor gives me a thumbs up as he downs his glass.

“Alright, sounds like a plan!”

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You may have a point with Odin being hesitant regarding that. I’m rewatching The Dark World and taking notes so that I can get Odin’s characterization right for the next chapter. Thank you for the feedback!

skyfall

[loki x f!reader. part of the moonlight sunrise compilation. this is the enemies part of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. takes place during The Avengers (2012). canon divergence. this is basically the premise chapter. feedback is greatly appreciated!] TW: some graphic descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence Word count: 1.3k

My city crumbles all around me. I sprint through the falling ruble, grabbing whoever I can to safety.

“Guys, what the fuck is going on over there?!”, I yell into comms.

“Sorry Doc, but Rudolf here just keeps setting off explosives.”, Stark chimes in. 

I threw down a shield around a family before a block of cement could crush them. I usher in the stragglers in the street to the subways underground to take cover. Looking up, alien ships whizz through the air. My eyes land on Cap on a cop car giving out instructions. 

“...I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.”, Cap says before beating the shit out of the aliens that popped up behind him. I run over to him, catching the attention of the police, “Make sure the buildings are evacuated, too. Those things are airborne and they got bombs.” I turn to Cap, “You guys need me over there?” He shook his head, “We’ll be ok. Right now, I need you on the ground doing damage control.”

“Got it.”, I throw Cap a thumbs up before turning on my heel to follow the sounds of destruction. Note to self, I need Stark to build me some fancy hyper-mobility shoes or something because I cannot keep running around like this. 

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“He’s stable.”, I say to the EMT before moving on to another body, my hands emitting a warm glow. The next one was a kid - couldn't be more than 7 years old - his chest caved in and his mouth full of blood. My heart gets stuck in my throat, but I try to shake off the feeling. I place my palms on his chest, and focus my energy into regenerating his rib cage. The kid sputters out a cough. Judging from the blood, his lungs may have been punctured. I take one of my hands to slide under his back to start healing his lungs. Soon, I can feel his ribs get solid under my palm and his wheezing soon stops. I breathe a sigh of relief as wave of exhaustion hits me. 

I can’t keep this up at this rate. 

Breaking me out of my daze, a voice comes through my earpiece. “Got Loki, gonna go out for shawarma, you want anything?” My stomach growls on cue, but as I look around at the wounded people on stretchers and makeshift beds on the ground, my feet stays firmly planted. “I dunno, Stark. Things aren’t look so good down here. I don’t think I should-”

“Go.”, the EMT spoke curtly without looking up from the arm she was dressing, “We got it from here. Thank you.” I nod, “Thank you, too.”

Promising to come to the hospital to help later, I head over to the shawarma place.

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Pushing through the doors of the Shawarma Palace, I’m greeted with the sight of Nat, Clint, Banner, Stark, Thor, and Cap huddled around the table, eating their meal with a chained Loki sat in between Rogers and the Asgardian. 

“(Y/N)! So nice of you to join us.”, Stark motions to an empty chair next to Nat but I instead make a beeline for the tied-up god. “Thanks for having me.”, I smiled at Stark before pointing at Loki, “This is the guy right? He’s the one that opened the hell portal and blew up my city?” The others look at me weird as a couple nod their heads with a soft “Yeah?”

“Ok, cool.”

I deck Loki in the jaw.

“Oooh, whatever happened to the Hippocratic oath, Doc?”, Stark winces. “I’m not an actual doctor, I am held to no such oath.”, I turn to the cook with a smile before making my order. 

Loki, annoyed, whips his head to look at me, “Nice to meet you too, (Y/N).” I send him a death glare before sitting down next to Nat with my shawarma in hand. “What did I miss?”, I said before starting to eat. 

“Nothing much. Stark flew into the hell hole, closed it, fell from the sky, we met up to catch this guy,” -Nat motions to Loki- “and now we’re here eating this… really good shawarma.” Tony has a smug look on his face at Nat’s approval. “Man, it sounds like you guys had a lot of fun.”, I manage in between bites. “How were things for you?”, Banner interjects. “Oh, you know the usual. Shielding people from falling rubble, running around evacuating people, spent a lot of time with really wounded people with sunken in chests and heads trying to bring them back to the land of the living. You know,” I shrug before reaching down for the last bite of shawarma, “Usual damage control.”

I’m met with looks of sympathy and discomfort, and I never wanted to change the subject more. “So, this shawarma really hit the spot!”, I laugh, hoping the mood will change. “Yeah, you devoured your food so quickly, I’m surprised that you weren’t breathing it in!”, Thor chimes in heartily before turning to the cook, “Another! Another one of these shawarmas for the doctor lady.” 

“Not a doctor.”, I quipped while sending Thor a thankful smile.

Eating my second shawarma, I can feel myself regaining some energy, but I still need to recharge in the sun for a bit before I start using my powers again. “So,” I look over at Loki, “what are we going to do with him?” Steve leans back and crosses his arms, “Well, Thor is planning on taking him back to Asgard, but S.H.I.E.L.D is trying to keep Loki and the tesseract under their jurisdiction.” I nod, “I think we should keep him here, better to use him to help clean up the mess he made. Call it community service.”

I turn to Thor, “What would he be doing in Asgard anyway?”. Thor shrugs, “Knowing our father, he’d probably have him locked up for a few hundred years for treason, but knowing our mother, Loki wouldn’t be punished too severely.”. “Exactly, my point!”, I start cleaning up the table, taking the others’ empty baskets and throwing them into the garbage, “What’s the use of him sitting in a cell, when we can use his magic or whatever to help rebuild New York?”

“That’s not how my magic works, darling.”, Loki interjects. “Then you’ll do it the old-fashioned way without magic.”, I retort. Loki puts his hands up with a ‘whatever you say’ look on his face. Steve, Bruce seem to be on my side, while the others seem unconvinced. “Wouldn’t it be dangerous to just let him run wild?”, Clint asks with a furrowed brow. “It wouldn’t be unsupervised. I’ll be able to watch him and organize what he needs to do, plus he has those-”, I motion to the chains and cuffs on Loki, “magic erasing thingies on him so he can’t use his magic to get away.” I turn to Thor, “Is there something in Asgard that are like those but less movement restrictive and he won’t be able to get out of?” Thor hums in thought, “No, but I know a blacksmith.” I light up and look at Clint, “See? We could secure him.” I can hear more approval for my idea. 

“I don’t think S.H.I.E.L.D will need much convincing on this.”, Nat pipes up, “I can help win them over on this plan.” 

“And I can go to Asgard to see if I can get Odin’s approval to keep Loki on Earth-”, I pause, “if it’s ok with Thor.” Thor gives me a thumbs up as he downs his glass.

“Alright, sounds like a plan!”

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Masterlist

[Updated: 11/29/2024]

moonlight sunrise: loki x f!reader, enemies to friends to lovers, compilation of the antics between a healer and her mischievous god.

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moonlight sunrise (masterlist)

sunlight breaks over the horizon; the beginning

skyfall

arrival on asgard

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skyfall

[loki x f!reader. part of the moonlight sunrise compilation. this is the enemies part of the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers. takes place during The Avengers (2012). canon divergence. this is basically the premise chapter. feedback is greatly appreciated!] next > TW: some graphic descriptions of injuries, canon-typical violence Word count: 1.3k [edited to be in 2nd person pov. italics = y/n's thoughts]

The city crumbles all around you. You sprint through the falling ruble, grabbing whoever you can get to safety.

“Guys, what the fuck is going on over there?!”, you yell into comms.

“Sorry Doc, but Rudolf here just keeps setting off explosives.”, Stark chimes in. 

You throw down a shield around a family before a block of cement could crush them. You usher in the stragglers in the street to the subways underground to take cover. Looking up, alien ships whizz through the air. Your eyes land on Cap on a cop car giving out instructions. 

“...I need a perimeter as far back as 39th.”, Cap says before beating the shit out of the aliens that popped up behind him. You run over to him, catching the attention of the police, “Make sure the buildings are evacuated, too. Those things are airborne and they got bombs.” You turn to Cap, “You guys need me over there?” He shook his head, “We’ll be ok. Right now, I need you on the ground doing damage control.”

“Got it.”, you throw Cap a thumbs up before turning on my heel to follow the sounds of destruction. Note to self, I need Stark to build me some fancy hyper-mobility shoes or something because I cannot keep running around like this. 

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

“He’s stable.”, you say to the EMT before moving on to another body, your hands emitting a warm glow. The next one was a kid - couldn't be more than 7 years old - his chest caved in and his mouth full of blood. Your heart gets stuck in your throat, but you try to shake off the feeling. You place your palms on his chest, and focus your energy into regenerating his rib cage. The kid sputters out a cough. Judging from the blood, his lungs may have been punctured. You take one of your hands and slide it under his back to start healing his lungs. Soon, you can feel his ribs get solid under your palm and his wheezing soon stops. You breathe a sigh of relief as wave of exhaustion hits you. 

I can’t keep this up at this rate. 

Breaking out of your daze, a voice comes through your earpiece. “Got Loki, gonna go out for shawarma, you want anything?” You stomach growls on cue, but as you look around at the wounded people on stretchers and makeshift beds on the ground, your feet stays firmly planted. “I dunno, Stark. Things aren’t look so good down here. I don’t think I should-”

“Go.”, the EMT spoke curtly without looking up from the arm she was dressing, “We got it from here. Thank you.” You nod back, “Thank you, too.”

Promising to come to the hospital to help later, you head over to the shawarma place.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Pushing through the doors of the Shawarma Palace, you're greeted with the sight of Nat, Clint, Banner, Stark, Thor, and Cap huddled around the table, eating their meal with a chained Loki sat in between Rogers and the Asgardian. 

“(Y/N)! So nice of you to join us.”, Stark motions to an empty chair next to Nat but you instead make a beeline for the tied-up god. “Thanks for having me.”, you smile at Stark before pointing at Loki, “This is the guy right? He’s the one that opened the hell portal and blew up my city?” The others look at you weird as a couple nod their heads with a soft “Yeah?”.

“Ok, cool.”

You deck Loki in the jaw.

“Oooh, whatever happened to the Hippocratic oath, Doc?”, Stark winces. “I’m not an actual doctor, I am held to no such oath.”, you turn to the cook with a smile before making your order. 

Loki, annoyed, whips his head to look at me, “Nice to meet you too, (Y/N).” You send him a death glare before sitting down next to Nat with your shawarma in hand. “What did I miss?”, you say before starting to eat. 

“Nothing much. Stark flew into the hell hole, closed it, fell from the sky, we met up to catch this guy,” -Nat motions to Loki- “and now we’re here eating this… really good shawarma.” Tony has a smug look on his face at Nat’s approval. “Man, it sounds like you guys had a lot of fun.”, you manage in between bites. “How were things for you?”, Banner interjects. “Oh, you know the usual. Shielding people from falling rubble, running around evacuating people, spent a lot of time with really wounded people with sunken in chests and heads trying to bring them back to the land of the living. You know,” you shrug before reaching down for the last bite of shawarma, “Usual damage control.”

You're met with looks of sympathy and discomfort, and you never wanted to change the subject more. “So, this shawarma really hit the spot!”, you laugh, hoping the mood will change. “Yeah, you devoured your food so quickly, I’m surprised that you weren’t breathing it in!”, Thor chimes in heartily before turning to the cook, “Another! Another one of these shawarmas for the doctor lady.” 

“Not a doctor.”, you quip while sending Thor a thankful smile.

Eating your second shawarma, you can feel yourself regaining some energy, but you still need to recharge in the sun for a bit before you start using your powers again. “So,” you look over at Loki, “what are we going to do with him?” Steve leans back and crosses his arms, “Well, Thor is planning on taking him back to Asgard, but S.H.I.E.L.D is trying to keep Loki and the tesseract under their jurisdiction.” You nod, “I think we should keep him here, better to use him to help clean up the mess he made. Call it community service.”

You turn to Thor, “What would he be doing in Asgard anyway?”. Thor shrugs, “Knowing our father, he’d probably have him locked up for a few hundred years for treason, but knowing our mother, Loki wouldn’t be punished too severely.”. “Exactly, my point!”, you start cleaning up the table, taking the others’ empty baskets and throwing them into the garbage, “What’s the use of him sitting in a cell, when we can use his magic or whatever to help rebuild New York?”

“That’s not how my magic works, darling.”, Loki interjects. “Then you’ll do it the old-fashioned way without magic.”, you retort. Loki puts his hands up with a ‘whatever you say’ look on his face. Steve, Bruce seem to be on my side, while the others seem unconvinced. “Wouldn’t it be dangerous to just let him run wild?”, Clint asks with a furrowed brow. “It wouldn’t be unsupervised. I’ll be able to watch him and organize what he needs to do, plus he has those-”, you motion to the chains and cuffs on Loki, “magic erasing thingies on him so he can’t use his magic to get away.” You turn to Thor, “Is there something in Asgard that are like those but less movement restrictive and he won’t be able to get out of?” Thor hums in thought, “No, but I know a blacksmith.” You light up and look at Clint, “See? We could secure him.” You can hear more approval for your idea. 

“I don’t think S.H.I.E.L.D will need much convincing on this.”, Nat pipes up, “I can help win them over on this plan.” 

“And I can go to Asgard to see if I can get Odin’s approval to keep Loki on Earth-”, you pause, “if it’s ok with Thor.” Thor gives me a thumbs up as he downs his glass.

“Alright, sounds like a plan!”