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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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If you are still accepting prompts I have the cutest idea I saw in a Tiktok - Eddie kisses Steve in the upside down before they part ways and Eddie says make him pay - Eddie and Dustin go to distract the demobats etc

But with like love confessions and pinning and Eddie surving

absolutely loved Voulez-Vous so much like I don’t have enough words to describe it!!!

Always, pal! I'll admit that I hadn't seen the Tik Tok until it came across my dash the other day, so I've been sitting on this one. I'm stoked to finally have an idea for it! & thank you - it's one of my favorites, too! This got a little long, hope you don't mind!!

Locked in the back of a stolen RV parked in an ammo store parking lot, Eddie contemplated the idea of being trapped. In the last forty hours, Eddie came to understand the concept of an animal cornered better than anyone else. And truthfully, only some of that feeling of confinement came from being wanted by the police.

Which was his own fault - there wasn't a single doubt about that. Eddie knew enough about the workings of reality to be aware of the dangers of falling for the wrong person, for the person that, until a day or two ago, Eddie was trained to despise. In a world where Eddie was the freak and a fine line existed between hate and love, there was a smidgen of poetic justice exhibiting itself in the fact that Eddie Munson was falling for Steve Harrington.

It hadn't been all that gradual, either.

To be fair, Eddie had always found Steve's particular aesthetic to be visually pleasing. Who walked around with that much hairspray in their hair without looking for a certain kind of attention, anyway? He had heard all of the rumors started by many of the prettier girls of Hawkins's student body, even bought into them as much as they did. As a young male of a certain age, many of those whispers fueled shame filled fires in moments of weakness - but that was just the idea of him.

Luck, the bastard of an ideal, was flighty in the sense that it brought good fortune right around the time the world was going to shit - especially in Eddie's case. He never thought that a moment of shared eye contact in a state of paranoia would cascade into something that was a long distance from lustful thoughts and stolen personal moments in private.

Steve, despite Eddie's sincere surprise, was like a beating heart. He filled himself up with care and appreciation for the people he chose to have around and pumped out protection like blood through a valve. Though his wit was much more subtle, Eddie appreciated the strength and bravery in the actions he took to offer that protection. Steve even extended that gift to Eddie, which was entirely unexpected from the imago he created of 'the hair' throughout his years in high school.

Never mind the fact that, when all was said and done, Steve was genuine and funny - really goddamn funny. When the kids first started coming to Hellfire Club meetings, Eddie didn't want to believe anything that came out of Dustin's mouth - he truly meant that when he told Steve so. It was impossible to think that Steve Harrington was both good looking and halfway decent. More than halfway, even.

That meant the feelings Eddie always tried to lock away inside of himself were for someone genuinely worth the brain bytes.

Shifting his position on the uncomfortable seat, Eddie reached up to run a shaky hand through the fringe of bangs already in disarray. Now was the absolute worst time to contemplate the inner workings of the most disastrous crush to ever happen, yet he couldn't keep his mind from worrying at it incessantly, like a tongue against a sore tooth.

Mostly because Eddie wasn't far away from being convinced that Steve felt the same.

It was crazy, Eddie already knew that. His thoughts were outreaching all portions of reality that were rational and sensical in any way. Putting that aside, Eddie's brain stuck to the close proximity and probing questions that felt akin to trying to get to know someone. In a moment of weakness, Eddie allowed himself to get carried away, but the consequences weren't what he figured. Steve looked taken aback and somewhat entertained without a sign or symptom of anger or outrage. Eddie wondered what Steve might've done if Robin wasn't standing right there, mediating the interaction.

Of course, Eddie never forgot that Steve was a perpetual flirt that had no conscious recollection of the fact that he was doing such a thing. That kept up a permanent residence in his mind - which was clearly battling with those small periods in time that Eddie was sure Steve was treating him that way for real. There were some looks that just couldn't be faked without at least a little genuine feeling.

Regardless, Eddie was stuck between a giant rock and a very hard place. It looked like there was no end in sight for him, either.

Thankfully, the door of the RV opened and Ericka Sinclair came running in to break up all his wayward thoughts - her eyes were hardened with a determination that shouldn't exist in someone that young. Though, that didn't matter when they were crammed into a stolen vehicle with all of their lives on the line. In the moment, age and class and HP and prior experience in the field didn't matter. They were all equal players on the board.

Things were a whirlwind for a while where Eddie had little time to do anything but hammer nails into a trash can lid and cling to the little moments with Dustin - his friendship with the kid was real, tangible, something he could touch. Worth more of his time than thoughts that cost too much. He would've hated himself if Steve Harrington took up the entirety of his mental capacity while a bit of peace still existed. Especially when Dustin Henderson was so goddamn cute and worthy of the attention.

And while he was strong enough to stick to that resolve all the way through the journey into the Upside Down, Eddie couldn't keep it together long enough to watch Steve walk away - not when he turned in their direction for one last look, last quip, last second of time sharing the same breath. Eddie didn't have it in him to let Steve go without doing something.

Not waiting for rationality to win over control, Eddie let go and gave in - "Steve, wait."

All of the sudden, wide brown eyes were on him and every thought, every thing Eddie knew, every everything vanished. His feet carried him forward like the path was pulling him there on its own accord. The glint of his rings were bright in the haze of the Upside Down, drawing his eye just seconds before they were stuck in the hem of Steve's jacket. It took but a small yank to have Steve close to him, and another moment of drawing breath for their lips to be against each other kissing, sharing something so real and visceral.

It was only seconds, that Earth moving kiss, but it ensnarled Eddie in a grip so tight that it was hard to pull away. There were so many things to say, truths to utter, yet he settled on "make him pay" - it was no wonder that he only got a breathless nod in return. He kept Steve in his grasp until it was too much; forcing his fingers to work under his command was difficult but he let go, he had to. Eddie nodded back, gulping in a large gasp of air to deal with the empty space the sight of Steve walking away brought about.

He took another second to slap a lid on the well in his heart, then turned to Dustin with a grin - "now for the fun part!"

Dustin followed him silently into the trailer with a contemplative look on his face. Once they were inside, he yanked on Eddie's vest. "What the heck was that?" The squint of his eye made him look a little funny and Eddie had to work hard not to laugh. His nerves for what was to come were starting to creep back in, so the distraction of Dustin's exasperation was surprisingly welcome.

"Something to be dealt with later, Henderson. There's a concert to put on." Eddie kept his expression hard, though he was grateful for this brief moment of normalcy before the shit hit the fan. It was almost like they weren't walking straight into a raging fire.

Despite the circumstance behind his impromptu performance, Eddie was loathe to admit that it was epic all the same. With Dustin on his knee rocking out beside him, the task of distraction took on a shiner texture. Fun was an odd word to apply to a life or death situation, yet nothing else fit. Feeling his fingers fly over the strings in a flawless rendition of a song he'd been working on tirelessly was exemplary - Eddie was certain he'd never had a prouder moment.

The glitz and shine of it was unsurprisingly overshadowed by the arrival of a large swarm of bats circling them that suddenly made Eddie feel like a sitting duck. For all intents and purposes, their portion of the plan was over. As the noises started to get louder against the outside of the trailer, Eddie worried they weren't quite as prepared as they originally realized.

When the squeals of the demobats started to make his eardrums ache, Eddie was certain they were done for. It would make no sense to go through the gate while completely overran by beasts that could do major damage back in their reality. His gut was churning with the rapid pitch of thoughts and ideas whipping through his brain, never mind the adrenaline coursing through his veins. All of the sudden, what sounded like a large storm overtook the trailer.

Eddie closed his eyes, certain they were seconds away from battling for their life when utter silence followed. He was frozen in place, his ears peeled in wait for the other shoe to drop. As the quiet persisted, Eddie got some of the feeling back in his limbs, allowing him to turn around. He and Dustin shared a confused look before the ground beneath them started to shake.

"Get through the gate, Dustin," Eddie said, grabbing onto Dustin's shoulders. "I'll follow you." And while it was the truth, Eddie wasn't stupid enough to think Dustin wouldn't realize he had other plans before that would happen. He tightened his grip, silently trying to drive his point home. There was a tense second before Dustin nodded.

They were seconds away from splitting up when the trailer door banged open and Robin ran through it. She was carrying what looked to be a thick stick with an alcohol soaked rag wrapped around it that was caught on fire; like an old fashioned torch. Nancy and Steve were hot on her tail, running in with panted breaths and scared but triumphant looks in their eyes.

"We need to get the hell out of here," Steve shouted - his point was further driven home by the ground shaking again, this time with more intensity. No one hesitated to run down the hall into Eddie's room to quickly climb up the sheet ladder back where they all belonged. Thankfully, they were all through before his ceiling sealed up with only the slightest scar left behind.

No one spoke for many moments. It took a while for adrenaline to settle and breaths to be caught, for reality to sink in. Everyone was looking everywhere, like none of them could believe that some small part of the madness was over and done with.

It took a surprising amount of time for words to finally break the silence. Dustin was eager to know what exactly happened and once the shock wore off, Nancy was happy to explain. It came down to El being a badass with her jedi mind tricks; she subdued Vecna just long enough for Nancy to further prove her awesomeness with well aimed shoots. And fire - they used lots of fire.

When all was said and done, the resolution left something to be desired, but Eddie was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. There were still many obstacles to overcome that any amount of success was a win. He made it out with his life after playing the most epic metal concert of his life - how much more could Eddie really ask for?

Except, the threat of dying wasn't keeping the thoughts of that kiss and what it could mean at bay anymore. While it'd been only a little easier to hold them back when life wasn't guaranteed, those persistent wants and ideas existed in the back of Eddie's mind, festering away. His performance, the stellar playing, that was fueled by the desire to contribute and help and maybe, at the end of it all, come out on the other side of things well enough to see something through with Steve. That's probably why Eddie was able to give himself into the music the way he did.

Still, the question of whether Steve reciprocated his feelings remained. Was hours after saving the world the best time to step up and ask something so life changing? Eddie knew the answer was no but the thought of waiting around just to see what happened next didn't seem all that good, either. That sort of unanswered question was nefarious, easily bringing stronger people to their knees. Maybe the small taste of death made him braver than before, or maybe, Eddie was just tired of hesitating, of turning his back when things he wanted were right there before him - reaching out suddenly wasn't the scariest thing in Eddie's world, anymore.

After collecting Dustin, Max, and Ericka from the Creel house, the party sunk into the warmth of Steve's empty place, happy to be home. When the celebrating was done, everyone split up to nurse wounds and get some well needed rest. Eddie waited until all the kids were taken care of before starting his hunt for Steve. It didn't take long for him to literally stumble into the younger boy - Eddie missed the top step leading upstairs and sent himself flying, right into the arms of Steve Harrington.

As he straightened himself up, Eddie tried to formulate the right thing to say that showed gratitude and made him look cool all at once. Though, a soft "thanks" slipped out, instead. His voice was pitched low, like anything louder than a whisper would break up the moment.

Steve's arms tightened around Eddie's middle where they settled in his attempt to keep Eddie upright. He looked contemplative for a second, then the tiniest of smiles overtook his lips. "I think this is becoming a habit, us saving each other."

Eddie was struck by the truth of that simple statement. It'd been so easy, sucking up all the fear in his heart and stepping out onto a thin limb. He didn't hesitate to jump headfirst into the water after Steve got dragged down. It was like second nature to grab the nearest weapon to swing away demobats with. Eddie didn't even bat an eye at the idea of being a distraction. When bigger, more important things were on the line, Steve's life and that of the rest of his friends too, Eddie could do nothing but make a habit out of doing anything to keep them safe.

In the end, Eddie settled with "yeah, maybe" as his answer, because anything else would've opened up the floodgate of emotions that were too big for the space in time they were currently occupying. Eddie's brain only had room for so much and he already felt a little overrun.

Of course, Steve's answering grin and the close proximity of their chests made it difficult to think about anything other than the pulsing need to lean forward and kiss him again. Maybe, after keeping it all in for so long, the feelings couldn't be held back any longer.

"I think I might love you," Eddie said in one long breath, blurting the words out into the open. Since they were already out there, he barreled on. "I think that's why it's so easy to be selfless and heroic when you're around. I'd do anything, Steve, to see you safe."

There was a heavy breath and the shift of feet on the hardwood below them, elongated the small silence following Eddie's confession. Though Steve hadn't dropped his hold or moved away, he hadn't said anything, either. Eddie wanted to stuff his head into the nearest wall - now that the world wasn't ending, maybe the previous bravery guiding his actions was too much for the return of a slower reality.

"So that's what that kiss was about," Steve finally said. His voice was laced with realization, like a light bulb had lit up brightly above his head. When their eyes met then, Eddie saw clarity and what might've been the beginnings of happiness in Steve's gaze. He looked at Eddie like one would a finished puzzle - triumphant and battle worn and glad to see all of the pieces finally fitting together.

"Would it be okay if I might love you back?" Steve asked, voicing his question as their faces drifted closer and closer. By the time the last word settled into the air between them, their lips were brushing, ghosting together in the smallest semblance of a kiss. It was too much and not enough and all Eddie wanted.

With one small shift forward, Eddie closed that final gap, kissing Steve softly in answer. Their lips lingered and fused, combining in a way that spoke of a new start and the possibility of forever that wasn't there before. This time, when Eddie drew away, he wasn't afraid to let Steve go. He knew, after fighting together and protecting each other that Steve, as long as he could, would always come back to him.

No matter the cost.

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sserpente · 3 years

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A/N: Heyho there my lovelies! I’m finally back! I missed posting so much! This Imagine is based on a TikTok I found and what can I say? It inspired me! After this, next up, will be the 20k Special! Enjoy everyone!

Words: 3205 Warnings: colour-blindness

“What if I never find him?” You murmured, glancing at the fruit bowl with a saddened expression. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. To you, they were all different shades of grey. Dull and boring, like you had been sucked into a 30s black-and-white film. Only you didn’t get a cheesy romance out of it.

You had been born with what doctors today would call a ‘remarkably rare, complicated and fascinating condition’, for you had lost all of your colour vision at the age of twelve. You still remembered what the world had looked like before—bright, rich, intense—then someone flicked a switch overnight and all you could still see was grey, grey, grey and greyer. The colours would only ever come back to you once you found the love of your life—your soulmate.

A sigh escaped your lips. Only a few people still existed with this… defect and to make things worse, you had had no idea you were one of them. Not until your twelfth birthday. Society admired and pitied you all the same and yet, being a hopeless romantic, at the end of the day, you longed to finally fall in love.

Tony chuckled. “Heads up. You’re too young to worry about settling down anyway.” He responded cheerfully and pointed at you with a screwdriver in hand. He had been trying to fix the dishwasher for a solid twenty minutes now and for a man who had built himself a pretty much indestructible suit that could fly, it was utterly amusing he couldn’t figure out why it had stopped working.

You were not an Avenger, mind you. The sole reason you were, as of right now, in the Avengers’ kitchen munching on grey chocolate chips was that your best friend, who in turn was friends with Clint’s wife, had managed to flood your shared flat over the weekend. It was utterly inhabitable now and it would take quite a while for the landlord to get it all dried up again—and since insurance would not cover the cost for staying in a hotel, for the time being, Clint’s wife had suggested you’d stay with them—right until Tony Stark had shown up and you had graciously offered you’d come hang out at the Avengers Tower. Okay, technically you had begged him but either way and needless to say, you had jumped at the opportunity and somehow even hoped that you would learn some dirty superhero secrets—but so far, nothing. Nothing but what superheroes did when they were not out and about saving the world. Truth be told, seeing Thor in Hello Kitty pyjamas and witnessing Natasha Romanoff of all people scream watching an Asian horror film had its perks but you had somehow expected for them to be called in for an urgent mission where they required a skill only you had and then they would rely on your help and you would fight and become an Avenger and… your fanfiction had always sounded too good to be true.

“Are you still there? How is that fruit bowl so interesting?” Snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you blinked.

“Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that…”

“Tony?” It was Bruce who interrupted you two, peeking his head into the kitchen almost timidly. You waved at him and he nodded, yet he failed to reciprocate your smile. Uh-Oh.

“Did something happen?”

The scientist nodded. “You might wanna put on your suit.”

“What happened?”

Bruce pursed his lips. “We’ve located Loki.”

Your eyes were still widened by the time you rushed after Tony even after he had told you explicitly (three times, to be exact) to stay put and hide until he had been put in custody.

The Loki. God of Mischief, Thor’s brother, Frost Giant, the I-tried-to-take-over-the-planet-guy. It was exciting, somehow, meeting a villain and oh, would it fuel you for your fan fiction. You almost bumped straight into Thor when they all came to a halt all of a sudden, his body a wall of flesh and muscle and making you grunt in pain—you might as well have hit a brick wall. With his hammer in hand, he ensured no one would approach his dangerous brother closely enough for him to try anything funky.

But the fact that Loki was even more handsome in person and the first villain you ever saw in person when he turned around the corner with a proud and arrogant expression on his face despite his shackles, was not what startled you to the core.

All of a sudden, there were colours. Everywhere.

Your lips parted, the impact of all the pigmentation around you making you dizzy. Loki’s armour was black, his cape was green, his eyes were blue, and his hair reminded you of the plumage of a raven. And your surroundings... The compound was silver now, the sceptre they had taken from him golden. Nauseous, you held on to Thor’s muscly arm for support. The God of Thunder frowned in concern. His eyes were blue too, his hair blonde, his cape red… too… many… colours. You suppressed a gag, overwhelmed by the sudden return of your colour vision.

“Are you okay?” Thor asked.

“G-guys… I can see colours.”

Every single head in the room, including Loki’s, turned in your direction so fast you flinched. Tony’s face was the first to fall in response.

“You are joking, right?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Your eyes locked with Loki’s, electricity rippling through you when they did. His blue irises froze you from the inside out, like each and every one of your limbs failed to resist the magnetic pull you felt towards him, and your cells longed for you to throw yourself into his arms—despite the fact he was handcuffed... and for a good reason too. Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to look away.

Loki was your soulmate. That was impossible; and quite frankly, the god in question appeared to be thinking the exact same thing.

You chewed on your lower lip, anything to distract yourself from your predicament all the while everyone was still staring at you like you had grown two more heads.

“Take him to the cells, I’ll stay with her.” Clint’s hand on your shoulder did little to console you. Part of you still barely resisted the urge to start at Loki like a succubus, the other… the other was terrified and meant to hide in the archer’s embrace.

You could feel Loki’s blue gaze still resting on you when he led you away from the scene, staring daggers into your back and rendering you speechless until you were finally out of sight and Clint shook your shoulder gently.

“Are you sure it’s not one of the security guards that helped bring him in?”

“No… no, I saw them first. Loki was behind them. It’s… I don’t know how to explain it but somehow, Loki was in colour first, you know what I mean? First him and then, a split second later, everything else was colourful too.”

“And now?”

“Now what?”

“Do you still see in colour now?”

“Of course I do.” Clint sighed and buried his face in his hands.

“So what happens if you don’t… act on this soulmate thing?”

“Nothing. Nothing happens.” You said.

“So you don’t have to… stay close to Loki or anything?”

“No. Not that I know of. But Clint—“

“Good. Because he might find a way to use you against us. Stay away from him. Thor’ll take him back to Asgard soon enough. All we need to do first is find the Tesseract.”

Your lips were pursed when he turned to check on them and if Loki was wreaking havoc while they were trying to get him imprisoned.

Stay away from him? Of course… it was the most reasonable thing to do. Loki was dangerous, a criminal… but was that right? Now that you had found your soulmate in him?

You couldn’t get him out of your head that night. Screw the danger, you had to see him. And eventually, your curiosity and that inexplicable and strange pull you felt towards Loki got the better of you. With a deep breath, you threw your covers back and let your bare feet hit the cold floor before quietly tiptoeing out into the dark and empty hallway.

Your blood was rushing in your ears, making you hear things your paranoia and imagination cooked up to the point your heart was pounding in your chest so hard and fast you feared it might jump right out of your ribcage. No one could know, of course. Clint would positively kill you—he, along with Tony, somewhat considered himself responsible for you here. You couldn’t really blame them. If something happened to you, they’d never forgive themselves. You were an innocent civilian, after all.

And now you had been tossed into the greatest fanfiction yet. Shivering, for the cold slowly crept into your bare skin and through the tanktop and shorts you were wearing to sleep, you finally reached the corridor leading to the elevator. The prison cells, a rather new addition to Stark Tower, were located at the very bottom, the cellar, or… what you preferred to call it, a modern dungeon.

You found Loki with his back turned to you in his cell, looking pale through the glass pane. Your heart skipped a beat when he suddenly spoke up.

“I expected you would find a way to come and see me at some point. I’d dare say the Avengers have taken quite the precautions to keep you as far away from me as possible.” He mused. He lifted his chin, approaching the glass window.

It was quite ridiculous to assume that this tiny and meagre prison would keep the Trickster at bay after everything he had proven to be capable of. If only he wanted to, he could shatter that glass with but a flick of his wrist or break the heavy metal door posing as the only barrier between you.

If you were to just… unlock that door to touch him… it would be so easy. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head to chase the thought away.

“Who are you?” He asked and for just a brief moment, you believed to see genuine interest and curiosity sparkling in his stunning blue eyes.

“No one, really. You already know my name, I presume but that’s all there is. I’m not special—I mean, I don’t have superpowers. I’m just a regular human with a rare condition.”

“Oh, I see. Surely you had not hoped for a criminal of all people to be your soulmate then? A murderer? A monster?” His expression hardened.

Yes. But you were not going to tell him that. He was still the person to have made you see colours again, regardless of who he was and what he had done. There must have been a connection between you, you felt it after all! And you were certain that he felt it too.

“Thor will take me back to Asgard and the great King Odin,” he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm, “will surely have me executed. You will never see me again. So do not worry.”

“I don’t want that.” You finally chirped, barely daring to look him in the eye. His gaze was scrutinising and intimidating… almost as if he was able to see right into your soul with but one single glance.

Loki frowned.

“I bet you’re not happy about this, are you?” A desperate scoff escaped your lips. “I’m not sure I am…” You confessed and sat down on the chair in front of the window. It creaked a little under your weight, the unpleasant sound echoing through the empty hallway.

This man right in front of you was not be trusted and yet, the desire to pour your heart out to him was so strong you felt it like a sea of emotions attempting to drown you.

“You know ever since my twelfth birthday I wondered when I would finally meet my soulmate. Who they would be, what they would be like… and then so many years passed I was beginning to worry I might never see colours again. That I’d be alone and grey for the rest of my life.”

Loki licked his lips and glanced up at you, listening intently to every single word you said.

“Now I met you and they all tell me not to trust you. I mean… I know who you are, I know what you’ve done. I can’t say I’m happy about the fact my soulmate is…” You stopped yourself, breathing in sharply. “What was the universe thinking? You are a god and I’m just… me. We live light-years apart!”

Eventually, after a moment of surprisingly pleasant silence between you, Loki hummed. “The Norns do have interesting ways.” He said, locking his eyes with yours, almost as if he was pondering if… if what? If he could imagine being with you?

“So what should we do? Never speak of it again? Pretend we have never met? I can’t just… come to Asgard with you.” You held your breath when you realised what you were considering here. Loki must have thought the same. He smirked in response—not mockingly but bitterly. “Odin would never allow a mortal on Asgard. If I was to survive my trial, that is.”

“Don’t say that. I don’t care you’re a criminal right now, I just found my soulmate, and I don’t want to lose him again right away, regardless of what happens between us.”

With a start, his face fell. “Nothing will happen between us. That would be unnecessarily cruel, would it not? Your life in the nine realms is but a heartbeat compared to mine.”

“So… this is goodbye?”

Loki hesitated. You noticed by the way his lips slightly parted without a single sound escaping them just yet.

“Yes. This is goodbye.”

The fruit bowl had become your new best friend. In the morning, tired and rather absent, you sat at the kitchen table holding on to a steaming mug of coffee all the while studying the different colours of the fruit before you like a complicated Maths formula.

“Did you have a good chat last night?” Clint barked at you when he entered the room, skipping the ‘Good morning’.

“Huh?”

“With Loki?” He probed, raising his eyebrows in an I-already-know-what-you’ve-done manner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You said, shaking your head and focusing your gaze on the fruit bowl again. Yellow bananas, green grapes, red apples. In colour.

You flinched when Tony spoke your name. “We saw the footage on our security cameras. You sneaked to his cell last night knowing fully well why you should stay away from him, especially with… with… you know.”

Fuck… the security cameras. You had completely forgotten about those! Of course the legendary Tony Stark would have had security cameras installed all over the damn place!

Busted, you shrugged your shoulders as nonchalantly as you could muster. “I just wanted to talk him. I had to talk to him. I know what you’re all thinking—that he’s evil and brutal and cruel and ruthless… and… and you’re probably right? I… I don’t even know but… he is still my soulmate. I can see colours again because of him for Fuck’s sake! I can’t just… ignore that.”

“I get it. We don’t know what it must feel like. But it’s for the best. We don’t want him to hurt you.”

“I am his soulmate, too. He wouldn’t dare hurt me. You know maybe he’s not the monster you all think he is.”

“Are you saying that because you know him so well after last night or because that is what you want to believe?”

Both. “I just… have a feeling.”

“Right.” Tony clapped his hands. Your name left his lips almost like a plea. “You have to trust us.”

Thor nodded. “Loki is dangerous. You should stay away from him at least until we know he is not still plotting the domination of your planet.”

“What do you mean ‘at least until’? You can stop staying away from him when he’s back on Asgard and out of your reach.” Tony snapped.

“We’re just trying to keep you safe.” Steve intervened. You sighed.

“You know what? I’m getting a headache and I’m still tired, so I’m gonna go back to bed.” That wasn’t even a lie—well, at least the fatigue bit wasn’t. Besides, the blackout curtains in the room Tony let you stay in were heaven-sent.

That was until a loud tumult in the Tower woke you up again, even though you were not sure anymore you had actually fallen asleep once your head hit the soft pillow.

“W—“ Your scream of protest was muffled by a cool palm covering your mouth. You struggled briefly, ripping your eyes wide open in a weak attempt to make out who was assaulting you in the comforting darkness of your room when you suddenly heard a soothing voice shushing you.

“It’s me…”

“L-Loki?” You choked out when he removed his hand again. “Did you… did you break out of your cell?”

“It would seem so. Come.”

“What?”

He tilted his head. “I don’t have much time.”

You stood, throwing the covers back when he already reached for your hand and held it tightly, pulling you with him into the hallway and towards one of the more hidden exists of Stark Tower, a flight of stairs illuminated only by emergency lights.

“W-what are you doing?”

“I am proving to you that I am more than just a criminal.”

“Oh… but… um… where are we going?”

Loki smirked. Your eyes widened when he pulled out the Tesseract seemingly out of nowhere, its blue light glowing brightly in the dark and throwing artistic shadows on his face.

“Hold on tight.”

“Loki…”

The God of Mischief pulled you close, making you gasp. Your chest hit his, his arm wrapping around your waist. With his face only inches from yours, you could feel his warm breath on your lips, and suddenly longed to kiss him.

“You are my soulmate. I am not leaving you behind.”

“What happened to ‘goodbye’?” You chirped.

Loki tilted his head almost threateningly. “You are mine. Don’t you think I wanted to leave this place without looking back?” His expression softened. “But I couldn’t. Because of you.” And you might just be the only woman to ever love me in this way, he added silently.

“B-but… Y-you said Odin will never allow me on Asgard and… and…”

“I never said we were going to Asgard, now was I?”

Your lips parted. Could you trust him? The stranger who had finally made you see colours again? If you told him No, would he let go of you? Would he let you run to Tony and Clint and Nat so they could protect you from him? Swallowing thickly, you met his intense blue gaze and nodded.

Loki smirked and winked. “You are in for an adventure.” And you knew he wasn’t lying. Next thing you knew, you were both hurtled through space and into a shared future.

A/N: ☕

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