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☆ Pairing: TVA!Loki x Reader

☆ Synopsis: After all that's been going on, the TVA not only hires Loki, but gives him a break, clear his mind and clean his wounds. And someone very interesting is gonna help him out with that.

☆ Word Count: 4,297

☆ Notes: Based on my comfort show, this takes place immediately after episode 1, and way before episode 2, there's a huge time lapse between each that I wish had been more exploited. So at Thanos said "fine, I'll do it myself" and indulge myself in the process..

☆ Warnings: Loki's shirt and jumpsuit (he's in the prisoner outfit) is open, so a soon-to-be sexual tension if I eventually make more of this? But I don't really like stranger to lovers so... not yet, no.

It had been a very interesting day, days? His invasion to the Earth had been foiled and he was just about to be taken for what seemed to be a likely execution in Asgard when the Tesseract landed on his feet and what seemed to be a perfect escape ended up in a whole new world of trouble.

Sacred-Timelines, Variants, a Time Police, Space Lizard Gods that decided the flow of time, no magic, his entire life being a failure, him being destined to die by Thanos hands had just been the opener. And another variant of him going after them making Loki their best shot at catching him... Norns, give him a break.

“Alright Loki” Mobius patted him on the back, “Go get yourself patched up, we’ll start in the morning.”

“The morning?” Loki asked unsure, “There are mornings here?”

Mobius just laughed.

“It’s figurative speech, look, I’ll take you to the doc’s Office myself” he mocked him, “I don’t want the entire department pitying you. You look awful.”

Loki just groaned as he followed him around the TVA facilities, as Mobius explained further how things worked. But by the time they arrived Loki realized how sore he really felt, all the adrenaline of the day’s event died down, making him realize how sore he was.

“Good luck in there” Mobius teased, “I’ll see if I stop by with a get-well balloon or something.”

And he left the god to his luck. Right in front of a door with a sleeping face. Loki simply scoffed and knocked on the door before opening. And he had to admit that the sight was quite welcoming.

The room was pleasantly warm and illuminated in calid light, and warmly decorated, with a big red couch and two matching red cushioned footstools, a shiny wooden table with a bowl of candy, a water dispenser and cups with a handmade paper sign that said: «make yourself at home 😊». And a desk in one of the corners, that had a cabinet full of what seemed to be medicaments, bandages, and ointments. It almost didn’t look like a place of healing, but then again, nothing in this place made sense.

Loki sat on the couch, resting his feet on the footstool and the ambience of the place added up to his soreness made evident how exhausted he truly was. As much as he wanted to keep his guard up, he started to doze off.

He didn’t know how he was asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the door clicking open. He sat up straight with his feet on the floor as a figured stepped in the room wearing a black outfit and a white lab coat with the TVA logo on the sewn in the chest pocket and holding a folder of papers.

“Okay Mobius what did you need me to— O-Oh… you’re…” you muttered, “you’re the Loki variant everyone’s talking about.”

“How long was I out?” Loki asked, “Who are you? What are you gonna do to me?”

“Ah… I don’t know. 5, maybe 15 minutes? Sorry I kept you waiting, Mobius dropped you in the middle of my break” you apologized, looking through the documents. “So, I take it, you are who needed help...? Mobius said I was needed here.”

“Of course, he did” he huffed.

“Well, yeah… Although I assumed one of the Minute-Men needed help” you said politely. “But I can help you if there’s something you need from me.”

“You could take me to the Time-Keepers, that’d pull a smile on my face” Loki snarled.

“I would if I could, but I’m not high-ranked to see them myself…” you apologized politely. “Now, I’d normally say take a seat, but I see you already did so just, make yourself comfortable again.”

Loki didn’t move, his body still tense as he remained wary of your presence. You simply sat on the free footstool looking at him with patience.

“Okay, I uh… I’m ashamed to admit I checked your file to try finding where you could you be injured,” you admitted, “but I think it’s better just asking so… does it hurt anywhere?”

Loki just chuckled ironically.

“No need for your pity.”

“Pity?” you chuckled, “Loki, it’s my job to care for others, that’s the TVA’s mission! If you want to get rid of me just help me help you and you’ll never have to deal with me again…”

Knowing that there was no point fighting he just sighed in defeat as he leaned back on the couch.

“Were doesn’t it hurt?” he joked.

“Right, your variance is after New York, it took you weeks to fully recover, twisted ankle, several cuts and big bruises all over, occasional broken ribs, I’m impressed you managed to wreak havoc in this state.” You explained, “But this… this is I have never seen.”

You reached to touch the bruise on his cheek, brushing lightly against his cheekbone.

“Ow! Stop that!” Loki protested at the touch. “This is not from New York! Your associate smacked me across the face when you stole me from the Timeline!”

“B-15 did this to you?!” you gasped in horror, “Oh she’s so gonna hear it from me when I see her! Look at this bruise!”

“I’m not sure what you expect from a punch that lasts half a minute” Loki protested.

“She slow-mo-ed you?” you smiled nervously, but his cold expression made it evident he had not found it half as amusing as you did. “Ahem, sorry.”

You stood up and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a couple of items, bandages, gauze, and a couple of bottles. And you returned to sit by his side, to make look at his face.

“Hold on a second, did you say occasional broken ribs? How does that work? Shouldn’t all wounds be the same?”

“Well… yes, and no…” you explained, “The body can react differently to the same kind of injury, like sometimes tripping down the stairs can bruise you, sometimes it won’t, creating minor variances, but not always enough to create a branch line, as long as they need keep with the flow of time. Unless the wound has a consequence, it’s not a variance, and you were locked up for a while to heal after this. And Asgardians are particularly resistant and heal on their own quite fast—”

“Then why am I here for?” he interrupted you.

“Well, I see no reason why we can’t give your body a little helping hand, or at least ease up the pain,” you offered “but I’m suspecting Mobius thought you could use a time out away from all of these, give you time to process everything.”

“Oh, so you and him are friends?” Loki scoffed. “You must be awfully close to let you stay here alone with me.”

“He’s a good friend, yes.” you admitted, “But this office is meant to be a safe space, everyone’s welcome if the need help. The infirmary is next door if your wounds were more severe.”

“So, what is this room?”

“A break room, to put it simply, but most of us come here to treat minor injuries, I usually help some of them” you shrugged. “That being said, I take it’d be alright if I checked for wounds? Given I’ll need you to open your jumpsuit and shirt.”

You waited patiently as Loki stared at you with curiosity, not completely following what was going on.

“You are allowed to call for an actual doctor or decline if you feel uncomfortable” you assured him.

“N-No... It’s” he licked his lips nervously, “It’s quite alright.”

He unbuttoned the jumpsuit and blue shirt, sliding the sleeves of his shirt as it uncovered down to his waist. Leaving his torso completely bare.

“Oh my...” you mumbled at the sight.

“What?” Loki asked amused, “enjoying the view?”

“I’m not gonna answer that,” you smiled, “we’re going off subject. Okay, I’ll start cleaning the open cuts, that good?”

“I suppose.”

You grabbed a little bottle and opened the cap, revealing a spray. Loki turned around so you could start with the wounds on his back.

“Okay, this is a sterilizer and disinfectant, it’ll clean the wounds, but it’s gonna sting” you warned him.

“Please, how bad can it AAAH!” he let out a yelp, arching his back and hissed in pain, it stung worse than he expected. “Careful!”

“I warned you it’d sting!” you smiled somewhat nervous, “I need you to be a bit tough for this.”

You began cleaning and disinfecting the wounds over his back. Loki winces through the pain. It does sting, but Loki bites his lip and remains silent, just watching you work. Your concern about him is making his defenses waver, and he doesn’t know how to feel about it. Your intentions seem so pure and genuine.

By the time you finished cleaning the cuts on his back he had grown accustomed to the treatment. And when you gave gently taps with the gauze he started relaxing again.

“Asgardian resistance never ceases to amaze me” you complimented him. “I’m impressed Hulk didn’t roughen you up more.”

“You’ve seen that?” Loki said feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.

“Well… yeah…” you smiled at the sight of the flustered god. “You’re the most famous variant at the TVA, studying your life is kind of a requirement for the best Hunters, and to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Great” Loki groaned.

While you moved to treat the cuts up his arm, your finger stroked his bicep making him jolt. He pulled back his arm, causing you looking at him confusedly for a few moments. You just stayed in silent for a couple of seconds when a scaringly mischievous smile.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to tickle you.”

“Nonsense, I’m not-”

“Loki...” you cut him off with a teasy grin, “Yeah you are.”

Loki just grumbled.

“How do you know—?”

“I’m an Analyst, and even if a Loki variant wasn’t our top priority, and like I said, studying your life is kind of a requirement to be just a decent Analyst.”

“Oh, and you’re a decent one?” he mocked you.

“I’d like to think so” you just smiled back, clearly unphased. “Where else does it hurt?”

Loki thought for a moment, despite he felt way worse earlier, even right now there wasn’t a single inch of his body that wasn’t sore.

“Everywhere…?” you asked gently.

“That’s… correct…” he sighed, leaning back on the couch, groaning in pain.

You reach to try and get a look on Loki’s torso, stopping with your hands above his abdomen.

“Would it be okay if I check?” you asked, tilting your head to point at him “I mean, I have to check you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

This was a huge contrast from everyone else he had talked to in the TVA, everyone had been at least rude, manipulative, or cruel and straight up life-threatening at some point. But at most you had teased him, you seemed genuinely wanting to help, and for some unknown, unexplained reason didn’t feel threatened by you at all.

Loki hesitated, and then nodded. He moves over so you can reach all of his wounds.

“You should know that being touched by someone else is not an experience I give just anyone, but it is preferable to remaining injured.” He says, a bit of vulnerability creeps into Loki’s voice, a rare sight. “Do what you must, please.”

“Okay,” you smiled at him, “thank you for the trust.”

That last comment stirred up something within him, did he trust you? He had just met you but being thanked for it was oddly pleasant.

“Does it hurt particularity bad here?” you asked, prodding, and poking around, gently squeezing his sides and ribs.

Loki flinches at the prodding and poking but holds still. He’s clearly nervous about your actions, and his hands are tight fists in his lap.

“N-No…” he stuttered through gritted teeth.

Which would’ve been concerning had it not been fore the smile crawling up his lips.

“I guess that discards broken ribs” you smiled, biting back the urge to tease him.

“I take it I’m not as much as an odd variant?” Loki asked, and you shook your head. “Well, that’s a pity… I thought I was special.”

“Not special? I strongly differ. Asgardian speed to heal never ceases to amaze me, I mean look at this! A blast from Tony Stark’s repulsors, a fight with Thor, an explosive arrow from a flying vehicle, and Hulk just whacking you around like a ragdoll” you said excitedly. “And look, almost every sever injury is already healed on its own! It’s almost as if your body knows what to heal first based on how critical the injure is!”

You kept pressing, squeezing, and poking Loki around, fully fascinated pointing out how healthy he seemed, only making Loki flinch more, sometimes with pain, sometimes with what felt like tickles. He did his best to keep his composure but sooner than he realizes it, he is taking in a few quick, shallow breaths, biting back to stop himself from laughing.

You chuckle softly, standing up to grab something from the cabinet on the corner.

“So, being super ticklish is a Loki thing, huh?” you grinned, almost as if you were not trying to tease him at all, “Sorry, I’ve never been so close to a Loki before, this is a fascinating opportunity!”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, usually the variants aren’t here for long…” you said sadly, “And I’m sad to say I’ve never been assigned to a case involving you so… Never got the chance to study the god of mischief firsthand…”

Under normal circumstances, Loki would have teased you, flirted with you just for the sake of embarrassing you, or just mocked you. But nothing of this situation was normal.

“How come?” Loki asked.

“Well… Loki variants are high rank cases,” you admitted “and it’s very had to climb your way to the top without leverage given there’s not much growth opportunity in here… So, I am assigned to safer cases… It’s good, but… there’s no… excitement…”

Then something clicked, the reason why Loki was sent to the break room and not the infirmary, why you treated his wounds rather than a doctor, why Mobius sent you to him, proving you could manage being with a Loki could help you rise through ranks. If you realized this as well, you didn’t show, you just seemed to focus on treating his wounds and studying.

“That sounds boring” Loki pointed out.

“It’s not so b… Aaah… No, boring is the right word!” you said with a newfound anger, “Do you know how few of us Analysts get to go into the field like Mobius and see the universe, while the rest of us are stuck here learning through document and video files?!”

“Look at the little mouse” Loki snickered, “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Wouldn’t you be angry in my place?” you complained.

“No, I would cause mischief and find a way out” Loki retorted with a cocky smirk. “Not that a goody-goody like you would know how...”

Loki smiled at the indignant look on your face as you returned to sit next to him. You huffed as you unscrewed the lid of tiny jar on your hands. As soon the lid came off, he got smacked in the face by the disgusting smell and his smiled disappeared.

“I’m gonna rub this on your bruises, it should help them heal faster, but it’s a bit smelly” you warned him to help him relax. But then a devilish smile appeared in your lips, “...although I doubt that will be the least of your concerns.”

Loki’s face takes on a look of mild panic as you grab the ointment. His breath quickens again, and his heart starts to beat quicker. Loki’s fingers wrap around the arm rest of the couch, clutching the cloth.

“I... N-no. I... don’t... Please don’t...” Loki tried reasoning with you, on the cusp of a nervous fit as he speaks.

“Don’t be a baby,” you smiled amusedly “it’s for your own good!”

You then proceed to gently rub circles the ointment in a bruise on his belly. Loki’s breath hitches. His body goes rigid as the ointment touches him. Loki is silent for a moment, until he lets out a tiny, surprised squeak. His cheeks look like tomatoes.

“You know, I’m considering staying here to tickle you for a while” you smiled as his giggling kept further slipping through his mouth.

“Y-y-y-you are awful!” he accuses you, though he has playful tone, rather than an offensive one.

Maybe this whole Time Variance Authority pantomime really was fun... just a little bit.

“I know, I know” you roll your eyes in amusement, “just take it like a big boy, you’re still badly bruised.”

You look up at him for a moment and smiles at his red faces and how poorly his containing his reactions.

“You can laugh you know? I won’t get mad at you as long as you let me patch you up” you mocked him, moving on to the next spot.

That teasy reassurance broke him. Maybe he found it funny, maybe it was that the new spot was below a particularly sensitive rib, or maybe he really wanted to take that opportunity to not have a lung bursting due to held back laughter. But the damn broke.

He lets out a small chuckle, just as you begin rubbing the ointment along another bruise. Loki’s body is again rigid, and he lets out a sharp breath as he does a final desperate attempt to keep himself together. But it proved too much, and he burst into bright bubbly laughter.

“Wahahait! Nohohot there!” he cackled.

The smile on your face grew bigger at his dorky laugh.

“Is that a smile?” you teased him “Is this all that takes to make the God of Mischief laugh, a few tickles?”

“You are a terrible nurse!” he cried, laughing a bit in spite of himself. “Thihihihihis is cruel!

“Wow, I knew being a drama king was just hard coded into you but... That was uncalled for, if I were a bad nurse, I’d do this—” You giggle as you use your other hand to tickle his armpit.

Loki jumped at the contact and let out an adorable yet incredibly undignified squeak. As he doubled over in laughter.

“AHHH! No! No! S-s-stop!” he squealed, “Stohohohohop!”

Loki tried to fight against his body’s response, but ever since he was a child his entire body collapsed when he was tickled, leaving him a maniac laughing mess, and perhaps… perhaps, he was having fun and he couldn’t stay serious even if he wanted to. He just collapsed against the couch laughing.

He probably couldn’t remember the last time someone tickled him, but he even then the list wasn’t longer than his brother and his parents when he was very little. And when said parents are both royalty and gods… well, the list pretty much reduced to Thor.

And deep down, he missed it, after all that had been happening. This silly thing was the most relaxing thing he’d experienced in a while. It made him feel… playful.

“Imagine how much faster New York would’ve been if the Avenger had just ti— EEEEK! Lohohohoki!”

Before you could finish that sentence, Loki had latched onto your sides and he squeezed, making you burst into giggles.

“I’m sorry little Analyst, that’s what you get for underestimating the God of Mis— ehehehe hehey!”

And almost as if you weren’t two adults in the office of a universal scale organization you had unleashed a tickle fight just like any pair of children in a playfield.

“Gihihive up Loki, Ihihihi know ahahahall your tickle spots” you giggled you kneaded his hipbones, making him holler.

“Dohohon’t be so suhuhure! Ihihi I’m stihihihihill stronger thahahan youhuhu!” he cried, pinching over your ribs.

“Dohohoho our worst!” you squealed defiantly.

“Ohoho... I intend to” Loki chuckled, as he pulled you to his lap so he could claw and wiggle his fingers against your stomach.

“Ehehe— hey!” you whined, kicking your legs as he tickled you. “Stohohop it!”

“Mmm, no I don’t feel like stopping” Loki purred against your ear. “Maybe I’ll tickle you until you go mad.”

“Ohoho yeah?!” you laughed as you used the closeness to squeeze his kneecap.

He barked out a laugh as you had gone to attack his legs, squeezing his knees, or scribbling your fingers underneath them. It made him want to just surrender, but a stubborn one he was, and it made him double over on effort. Poking and prodding all over your torso trying to find a bad spot.

And it made you laugh for sure, but not stop you. His damn prisoner jumpsuit was still wide open, exposing his stomach for your fingernails to gently scratch all over it.

“Stohohohop thahahat or I— Ahahaha w-wait wahahahait!” he laughed.

Being objective, it made it an even fight, you were in your element, based on your performance you probably knew every ticklish spot on his body and your clothes were more protection that his while he despite having the strength wasn’t used to any of not having his magic, or this place, so he just clumsily tried fight back.

“Cuhuhut it ouhuhut!” you squeaked.

“You cuhuhut it out!” he complained as he wiggled his fingers against your sides, drilling his fingers against them.

It proved more effective because your squirming became more violent. And before he noticed you had both tumbled down to the floor. Despite that indirectly announced the end of that, the absurdity of the whole situation was enough to make you both laugh again.

“Alright, alright, that was fun, but I really need you to let me finish patching you up” you scolded him playfully as you helped him to his feet.

“Fine” he smiled, as he sat back on the couch “I must admit, I didn’t expect anyone here to know the meaning of fun.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, not dignifying that with a response.

“I’ll be careful to try tickling you the least possible” you offered.

You refocused on rubbing the ointment on his bruises, which still very much tickled but not intentionally. Loki kept laughing and smiling with barely any restraint now. But in your defense, you had kept your word and it was bearable enough to keep a conversation with only an interrupting gasp or snicker here and there. He even complied rolling the pants’ leg to treat the most of his injuries from his ankles and legs.

You kept chatting with him, at first trying to make small talk, asking him about basic stuff like his thoughts on the building and dull topics, that sooner than later turned to events on Loki’s life. Going on about his sabotaging acts against humanity throughout history.

“… Okay, okay! But how did you keep convincing Switzerland to keep invading Liechtenstein?”

“Simple darling,” he bragged, “give them a —ehehe— give them enough time to forget, and make soldier get lost– hehe... enough.”

“But out of all the Realms what did you have against earth?” you chuckled. “You seemed to always pick on them quite a lot.”

“Surely you’d do the same to the planet the popularized the myth that you screwed a horse” Loki excused himself.

“Aww, no they didn’t” you grinned, “the horse did you, or should I remind who was the mother?”

Loki let out an undignified gasp as you burst out laughing.

“Oh, that’s low, even for a time bureaucrat” Loki said, with a smile he found himself incapable of suppressing.

He wouldn’t be caught dead saying it, but he actually liked this side of you, you seemed much less stiff than when you arrived, and… it was cute. Your nose scrunched up and your shoulders bounced at the pace of that stupidly self-satisfied laugh.

Who knows how long you two went on like this, often forgetting that you were here to cure him and just immersing in the conversation. And still… before he noticed, you had finished and were buttoning up his jumpsuit.

“There, it wasn’t so bad, was it?” you teased him.

The person now sitting before him seemed completely different to who walked in. More relaxed, witty, sarcastic, and funny.

“You are the worst nurse...” he grumbled, but there’s a clear note of pleasure in his voice.

“Ohoho... You just love getting yourself in trouble, your majesty” you gave him a last tickle on side before standing up. “Now all you need is time to heal.”

Loki stares up at your, breathing heavily after your last tickling. He’s still trying to keep a straight face when he speaks but it’s impossible. He lets out a tiny breathless laugh, and he sits up fully, and his head just drops back into the couch in mild exhaustion. His breath speeds up a bit and the smile on his face turns into a wide, toothy grin.

“Yes, doctor” he smiled cockily.

“I’ll bring you a clean uniform so you can take a shower and freshen up.” You said as you walked to the door, “You should be a… large, given how tall you are…” you offered gently. “You rest for a bit. I’ll take care of it.”

The way your hospitality moved him was scary. But Loki’s temper just subdued.

“I... thank you...” he said, almost in a whisper, “for everything.”

You looked at him. And for a moment, Loki would’ve sworn something in your gaze faltered, it looked almost regretful. But it vanished to that warm inviting smile you had earlier.

“Welcome to the TVA” you smiled.