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Liability ~ Loki Laufeyson

Okay, I don’t really love how this turned out, but the lovely @writing-on-the-wahl gave me so much wonderful feedback that I thought I’d post it anyway ❤️

Summary: Y/N gets the dreaded call and has to visit one of her least favorite places in the whole world.

Warnings: none?

Words: 2k

Agent McCarter, the agent escorting me through the prison, didn’t make a sound as he walked, but every click of my beautiful green heels echoed through the dimly lit hallways. It felt as if all the high-powered individuals in this building had been so entirely subdued that Agent McCarter and I were the only people left alive.

I hated this building. And I’d been naïve enough to believe I’d never have to be here again.

I shivered, holding my purse tighter. Wearing a thin dress in this chilly place was bad enough—wearing green and black with gold jewelry in this building made it obvious who I was here to see.

Right on cue, we reached a desk. Agent McCarter came to a stop, still holding the very large gun across his chest. “Leave your possessions here.” I blinked at the agent before slowly extending my arm to drop my purse on the desk. The agent didn’t move. “Jewelry too.”

My right hand went to my left wrist where the delicate Asgardian bracelet lay—a gift from my boyfriend for our last anniversary. Gently, I unclasped it, laying it and my necklace on the desk beside my purse.

“Jacket next.”

Resigned, I slid my arms out of my black blazer, folding it up and setting it down neatly.

“Now your hair clip.”

I sighed. I wish I could’ve said I’d never been through such thorough security scrutiny, but that would’ve been a lie. After a moment to mourn the bun that I’d redone multiple times to get the right ratio of cute and messy, I pulled the clip holding it together from my head, my hair tumbling down and my scalp prickling a little. Agent McCarter still didn’t move. “You’re not going to make me strip, are you?”

It would’ve been too much to hope for a smile, but Agent McCarter didn’t acknowledge that I’d even spoken. “Take off your glasses.”

“What?” I self-consciously touched them. “ I’ve never had to take them off before.”

Agent McCarter shifted his gun in what was most likely meant to be a threatening gesture, but that wasn’t enough for me to drop it.

“I didn’t bring my contacts, and unless you want me to walk into a wall, I need my glasses.”

Again, Agent McCarter didn’t acknowledge that he’d heard me for a long moment. Then, he let out a heavy sigh, lifting his hand to his earpiece. “We’re gonna need the hand-held super scanner.” Normally, I might’ve laughed at the term ‘super scanner’, but merriment was far from appropriate and I was far from capable of it. “Please remove your shoes for inspection.”

After getting frisked and being wanded by what looked to be a detector for more than just metal, I was deemed ready to move on.

My glasses, however, proved to be more difficult. The agent that brought the scanner studied them, turning them every which way. The minutes ticked by. Being detained by this new, bureaucratic procedure was not helpful in taming my anxiety.

“We can’t let the glasses go through,” the super scanner agent finally told Agent McCarter.

“Then–”

“We will provide glasses for you,” Agent McCarter interrupted. “What is your prescription?”

My frustration grew. “Are you serious?” I asked them. “They’re glasses. They’re not even actual glass, you know that, right?”

Agent McCarter didn’t say anything, just waiting. I reluctantly gave him the information he was waiting for, and he made me wait for a good five minutes before handing me the approved glasses.

Of course, they fit much too large for my face and continually slipped down my nose as we passed many doors, all with labels on them I didn’t understand and didn’t want to.

Agent McCarter stopped in front of a door labeled “Detainment” and turned to face me once more. “Have you done this before?”

I sighed. “Yes.”

“Good, then I can be quick about this. Do not get within a foot of the prisoner, do not leave anything in the room or take anything from it, and if you say anything suspicious, we will pull you out of there. Do you understand?”

I nodded, throat suddenly tightening.

“Alright, you get ten minutes.” Agent McCarter lifted a hand to his earpiece. “She’s ready.” With a blaring buzz, the door swung open, revealing the figure lounging on one of the two steel prison chairs.

Loki’s head jerked up, and his whole body followed suit.

“Sit down!” Agent McCarter boomed, making me jump. Loki’s mouth formed a snarl as it always did when someone ordered him around. “Sit back in the chair, or you’ll lose your privileges.”

Visiting privileges.

Loki’s eyes flicked towards me. Ever so slowly, his eyes boring into mine the whole time, he sat back down.

Satisfied, Agent McCarter ushered me inside, and the door closed behind me with a great clang and the softer yet far more foreboding click as the lock fell into place. There was a chair opposite Loki’s at the bare metal table, but unlike last time, I couldn’t bring myself to sit nor could I resent the rule to keep my distance.

“You came.” Loki’s head tilted sideways, his snarl turning into his signature, charming grin. There was no uncertainty in his tone, as if we were having a completely normal, unmonitored conversation. “I would’ve thought you’d be at the restaurant already.”

“What makes you think I wasn’t at the restaurant?” I asked tiredly.

“Did you at least get to order an appetizer?”

His question irritated me. “Stop it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything.” He held up his bound hands for emphasis, but his manic smile didn’t budge.

I rubbed my face, clinging to every shred of patience I had left.

Loki let out a shrill wolf whistle, his eyes traveling up and down, taking in my appearance. “You’ve always looked stunning in green.”

The shreds slipped through my fingers. The attempt at flattery was as plain as the nose on his face. I glared at him, pushing the ill-fitting glasses up my nose. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to be at a restaurant, thinking that your boyfriend is stuck in traffic, only to get a call that he’s been arrested?”

Again.

Loki chuckled, looking down at the floor wearing an expression of sheepishness like a masquerade costume. “Sometimes the opportunities just beg to be taken–”

“No, I don’t accept that,” I barked, making Loki look up, a hint of confusion joining his lunatic smile. “Why? Why are we here?” I gestured around the room. “You just like these four walls so much that you want to live here?”

How could anyone want to be here, chained and collared like an animal?

“I can break myself out anytime I want,” he said.

“That’s not–” I ran my hands through my hair—a nervous tick I’d picked up from him. “That’s not what I meant, Loki.” How could he know me better than anyone and still not understand?

“My love, these restraints,” he raised his wrists and gestured towards the collar, “cannot hold me for long.”

“That’s not the point!” I burst out, my voice echoing throughout the bare room. The echoes faded, and into the hollow silence I whispered: “Why is it never enough for you?”

Why am I never enough for you?

Loki smirked. “What can I say, darling? Once a villain, always a–”

“Don’t call me darling.”

The smirk slipped slightly. He narrowed his eyes. “You’re angry.”

“No shit, Sherlock!” It was a good thing I had nothing except my shoes, dress, and glasses, because if I had any possession to spare, I would’ve flung it in his face.

Loki blinked languidly, surprisingly calm in the face of my anger. “I’m not going to miss date night, my love, it’ll just be a little later than we thought.”

“Oh my–” I buried my face in my hands, fighting the urge to scream.

“Look at me.”

Shaking my head, I put my back to him. “I…I can’t.”

“Turn around, and look at me.” The evenness of his authoritative tone was infuriating, and I remained where I was, unwilling to give him what he wanted.

“SIT DOWN!” blared the intercom, making me jump. I whirled around in time to see Loki, on his feet, glaring at the dark glass to my right. How many agents were crowded behind the glass to see the infamous Loki Laufeyson and the girl foolish enough to love him? How many of them were laughing during this very private conversation?

“Sit down, or we will escort Miss Y/L/N from the premises!”

Loki shut his eyes, his grin looking strained before sinking back into the chair. “I am what I am, darling.” He spread his chained hands as much as he could. “I am the god of mischief. You knew that before we got together.” He leaned back in his chair, looking deceivingly relaxed. “Did you expect me to change?”

“There are laws, Loki!” I snapped. “There is right and wrong!”

Loki’s beautiful face didn’t shift. “Oh, now you care about morality?”

“I’ve always cared about morality. I just kept making excuses for you because I cared about you.” A muscle in Loki’s jaw ticked. “Loki, you went too far this time.”

My words seemed to delight Loki. “Wasn’t it excellent?”

I felt like shouting. Screaming. Tearing out my hair. Anything that could possibly make Loki understand how I felt.

But I knew there was only one thing.

“What’s our rule?” I asked softly.

Loki’s face soured, the first time his smile fell. “This doesn’t count.”

“The rule is–”

“No one gets hurt, I know,” Loki finished. “I didn’t break the rule.”

“You murdered a woman!”

He held up a finger. “I did not kill her, she died. There’s a difference.”

“If you’d been getting ready for date night–” I stepped back, wrapping my arms around my torso. “If you’d just–” Sudden tears pricked at my eyes, and I lifted them to the ceiling, refusing to let them fall.

“Y/N–”

“It hurts,” I whispered without looking at him. “Don’t you see it?” Loki didn’t answer, and I pulled off the glasses to swipe at my eyes. “My boyfriend is a criminal.”

As I put the glasses back on, Loki plastered a smile on his face. “What can I say? You’ve always loved bad boys.”

I let out a long breath. “Not anymore.”

A threatening shadow crossing Loki’s features. “What are you saying?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to keep the emotions at bay. I’d come here to say one thing and one thing only. Yet, being here, standing in front of Loki and the dark glass, the conviction melted away and the words failed me.

All that remained was pure exhaustion.

“Y/N, talk to me,” Loki commanded. I didn’t answer.

In one smooth motion, Loki pushed the table hard enough, it slid a couple feet off to the side, leaving nothing in between him and I.

“CALM DOWN!” the intercom yelled, but Loki ignored it.

“Talk. To. Me.” His voice was quiet, but I knew he was thundering inside.

I held my arms tighter around myself. Loki had always been scary, but for the first time, I felt the undercurrent of fear that he trafficked in. It stole my words out from under me.

Loki’s eyes flashed. “Say it,” he growled.

“You’re a liability.” I took a steeling breath. “I can’t love a liability.”

Pain, biting and exact, crossed his face. “Wait,” he croaked, “Y/N, hold on.” He stretched out his arms towards me as far as he could reach without leaving the chair, but I was too far away.

“I can’t,” I whispered, turning away from him.

“Come here,” he begged, but I simply looked up into the camera.

“I’m done with my visit.”

“Y/N–”

The fateful buzz sounded, and the door swung open. I slipped through it without a glance.

“Y/N!”

“SIT BACK IN YOUR CHAIR, INMATE!” came the yell.

“Y/N!!”

The telltale sound of glass shattering reached my ears just before the door slid shut.

Pushing the glasses back up my nose and blinking back tears, I went back the way I’d come without looking back.

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